Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Even though she only has two soul rings and two soul skills, her physical resilience, vitality, and fighting spirit have already far surpassed those of her peers.

Besides the rapid advancement of the three people's cultivation, Qiao Jingjing has also been busy these past few days—the high-yield grain seeds and weapons suitable for the current era that Lin Quan asked her to find have all been secured one after another.

Only three types of grains were found: rice, corn, and wheat.

Each item weighs only about a thousand catties, which may seem like a small amount, but in the era in which Lin Quan lived, it was enough to shake up the entire agricultural process—avoiding decades of detours and feeding tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions or billions of mouths, was no longer just empty talk.

As for weapons, Qiao Jingjing searched through all the documents and ran herself ragged, but in the end she only managed to find complete blueprints for three types of firearms: automatic rifles, submachine guns, and pistols.

Regarding artillery, only one rocket launcher design could be deployed at this time.

Although they also stumbled upon a few blueprints for heavy artillery far ahead of their time, without the matching machine tools, smelting, and precision machining capabilities, those blueprints were nothing more than empty talk.

On the day the renovation of the courtyard was completed, Lin Quan carefully inspected the front and back yards.

Some details were not quite what he envisioned, but he didn't nitpick—he settled the balance on the spot and saw Mr. Wang and his party out the door.

"The yard is finally all tidied up, how about we have a small gathering while it's still going strong?"

Watching Master Wang's figure disappear into the alley, Lin Quan turned and walked towards the backyard. With a slight thought, he summoned Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing through the Time Mirror.

Upon hearing this, the two agreed without hesitation.

Lin Quan didn't say anything more, his gaze darkened, and he stared straight into the space in the mirror.

Suddenly, the view opened up before them: most of the space was filled with golden grains, all of which Zhu Zhuqing had personally transported from the Martial Soul World;

The earliest batch of grain that Lin Quan purchased had long been exchanged for resources by Qiao Jingjing and then sold off.

Dozens of soul beast corpses lay scattered in the corner—

Most of them were ten years old, but among them lay more than a dozen hundred-year-old soul beasts, and even three or five thousand-year-old corpses with dark light and a gloomy aura!

There was also a small pile of gold and silver valuables, which gleamed with a cold, lustrous sheen under the dim light of the mirror;

Three sturdy wooden crates stood silently, specifically used to hold zombie crystal cores—

Lin Quan, Qiao Jingjing, and Zhu Zhuqing.

Even close brothers keep clear accounts, let alone the three of them who haven't yet established their official status. And the crystal core is their strongest asset and most powerful springboard at the moment.

Storing them separately in boxes, without bias, is actually the most appropriate approach.

Lin Quan's gaze shifted to the pile of soul beast corpses, and a thought flickered in his mind—

Two hundred-year-old soul beasts emerged in response:

A soft-boned rabbit, with snow-white fur, long limbs, and weighing several tens of kilograms;

The other chick, with its colorful plumage, exudes the lingering charm of a phoenix's bloodline.

Thirty-eight

Although they are all soul beasts that have lived for over a hundred years, they are small and agile, belonging to the typical nimble type.

The two of them together probably don't even weigh 120 pounds!

Even so, its physique is far beyond what ordinary beasts and birds can compare to—its muscles and bones are strong and its fur is shiny; just standing there, it exudes a wild and untamed spirit.

"These are the spirit beasts from the Martial Soul World? I wonder if they'd taste even better roasted..."

Lin Quan stared at the two still-warm bodies in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and he subconsciously licked his dry lips.

Without saying a word, he picked one up in each hand and strode towards the kitchen.

It took a full hour of work to debone and remove the fishy smell, marinate them in different batches, and control the heat before the two hundred-year-old soul beasts were finally cooked properly.

He glanced at the sky, rested for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

As dusk settled outside the courtyard, the clay pot on the stove bubbled and steamed, releasing a rich and mellow aroma of meat that spread like a tide, filling people's noses.

The aroma had barely wafted out when Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing stepped into the courtyard—

The rough-looking men in the neighboring courtyard at number 95, with noses sharper than dogs, immediately erupted in a commotion, their curses audible even through the walls: "Who's stewing meat? It's making my mouth water!"

"snort."

Lin Quan's ears twitched, and he scoffed coldly, but then shook his head and laughed, too lazy to bother with him at all.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Suddenly his back stiffened, and he whirled around—

As expected, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing stood side by side, stepping over the threshold one after the other, as if they had made an appointment, their footsteps were almost in sync.

Upon seeing the two appear, Lin Quan showed no surprise. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and smiled warmly: "Just out of the pot, and you two arrived at the perfect time."

"Should I wash my face first, or start eating?"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing glanced at Zhu Zhuqing. The two exchanged a glance, nodded in unison, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Fortunately, the yard had been renovated long ago, especially the washroom—which was fully equipped according to the equipment provided by Qiao Jingjing.

These items are dazzlingly bright by today's standards, and their technology is miles ahead of current standards; but unless you push open the door and go inside, outsiders can't tell the difference at all.

As long as Lin Quan doesn't reveal his hand, and given that this place is usually quiet and almost no one comes here, he can keep quiet and stay put.

Another half hour passed...

The two returned with light steps, their hair slightly damp, their clothes clean and crisp, exuding an indescribable dashing charm.

No matter how much she tried to conceal it, her figure was still eye-catching—a tight waistline, sharp shoulder and back lines, and every gesture exuded the strength and beauty honed over the years.

Lin Quan's gaze swept over them, and he paused slightly, almost blurting out: You didn't pick out the clothes in advance, did you?

He quickly composed himself and raised his hand to call out, "Dinner's ready—please lend me the bowls and chopsticks."

Using a hundred-year-old soul beast as a ingredient, Lin Quan dared not call himself a culinary god, but the layers of aromas of caramel, fat, and meat that wafted over made the three of them rumble in their stomachs and swallow in unison.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

As soon as she stepped into the restaurant, Qiao Jingjing suddenly paused, glanced at the long table, then uttered a sentence before disappearing in a flash.

In just a few breaths, she reappeared, and with a flick of her finger, ripples spread across the mirror space, and a whole case of red wine landed steadily on the table.

"Have a drink while it's hot, it'll make you feel relaxed."

She deftly opened the seal, pouring the amber-colored liquid into glasses, filling each of the three people's glasses.

"Come on, let's toast to this unexpected encounter!"

Lin Quan raised his glass, his smile open and honest, the rim of the glass already touching his lips.

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing had already stood up with a smile, raising her glass high: "You're right! We're all from different parts of the country, yet we've managed to come together. What else could it be but fate?"

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes and smiled, picked up her wine glass, and said in a clear but warm voice, "Thanks to Brother Quan's help and Sister Jingjing's guidance, I have been able to walk so steadily."

The three glasses clinked together with a crisp sound, reflecting the light and creating shimmering, fragmented patterns of light.

Then, at Lin Quan's invitation, the three sat down, slowly savoring the chewy and fragrant soul beast meat while chatting casually. The atmosphere was warm and comforting.