Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was as soft as a feather, her cheeks already burning hot, her fingers twisting helplessly at the hem of her sleeve. Before she could finish speaking, she had already transformed into a swift, dark shadow, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

"This girl's skin is so thin you could see it through..."

Qiao Jingjing stared at the empty doorway, paused for a moment, then shook her head and chuckled, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, "I only teased you for a couple of minutes, and you've already run away faster than a rabbit."

Lin Quan, standing to the side, rolled her eyes without any politeness: "Bo? I think you're becoming more and more uncivilized, a veritable female devil!"

Where is the image of the aloof and cold beauty she once was?

The contrast was so stark that even Lin Quan was momentarily stunned.

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing's gaze locked onto him like a hook. She smiled and raised her fingertips slightly—her spiritual power silently surged out, like silk and a net, instantly wrapping around Lin Quan's limbs.

He felt his body lighten, his feet leave the ground, and he floated up uncontrollably, like a leaf lifted by the wind, gliding straight toward his room.

"A female devil? Today I'll show you what a true devil is."

boom!

The door slammed shut without even touching the handle; it was a clean, muffled thud, achieved purely through sheer willpower.

Next came whispers, mingled breaths, the soft rustling of fabrics, and the long, rhythmic beat of hearts merging and body heat mingling…

About two hours later, Lin Quan looked down at Qiao Jingjing, who was nestled in his arms, and gently stroked her sweaty forehead with his fingertips, asking softly, "Is the matter of the grain seeds settled?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a sharp pinch on the side of his waist, with considerable force.

Qiao Jingjing glanced at him sideways, her tone both sweet and fierce: "Don't you trust me?"

"We sent every last bit to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, the Seed Station, and the agricultural technology centers in various provinces as early as possible—we kept 200 kilograms of backup for each, and hid them more carefully than our own lives."

Lin Quan's heart sank, and he quietly ventured into the space within the mirror.

Sure enough, rows of sealed earthenware jars were neatly arranged, with various kinds of grains lying quietly inside, each weighing exactly two hundred catties.

"Although the quantity is not large, as long as the higher-ups approve it, it can be rolled out in two years and implemented in three years, without any problems."

He delivered what he was supposed to deliver, pledged what he was supposed to pledge, and buried what he was supposed to bury. Now, it's up to the wind to blow and the rain to fall.

He looked up into Qiao Jingjing's clear, smiling eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Jingjing is still the most reassuring."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his chin gently brushing against the top of her head.

Time slips away silently—

First, the lights in Linquan's room went out, and breathing gradually became even; then, Zhu Zhuqing's room also fell silent, with only the low chirping of insects outside the window remaining...

Meanwhile, deep within the same city, a solemn conference room is brightly lit.

On the table were several firearm blueprints that Lin Quan had asked Aunt Wang to hand over.

After repeated calculations and modeling simulations, the experts concluded that the structure is reasonable, the process is feasible, and the combat capability is astonishing.

Several veterans, whose mere presence could shake the military-industrial complex, sat in a circle, their faces grave, determined to finalize the implementation path for these blueprints.

At the same time, Lin Quan's resume was thoroughly investigated—his place of origin, education, work experience, social circle, and cash flow were all meticulously examined.

Even though no one believed that a young man could draw these weapons out of thin air, all the clues pointed to one thing: he was clean, had a clean background, and had no trace of any hostile forces.

One of the older men looked up and decisively made his decision:

"As long as our comrades have a solid foundation and a correct stance, there's no need to fuss over the minor details..."

"This young comrade is sincere and dedicated; we must not disappoint his enthusiasm..."

"We have always believed in not burying merits and not tolerating mistakes—I propose that this young comrade be awarded a first-class merit!"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze swept steadily across the room, a slight smile playing on his lips, conveying both certainty and warmth:

"Gentlemen, do you have any objections to this suggestion?"

The group exchanged glances for a moment, then nodded in unison, their tone revealing genuine agreement.

"This child is indeed a promising talent..."

"With our country and its people in our hearts, we must shoulder this responsibility even more..."

"I heard his parents were soldiers trained by Old Chen back in the day—why don't we leave this matter to Old Chen?"

As soon as the name was mentioned, all eyes in the room turned to the person whose name was called.

"Heh... Don't be envious. Who told me I got such a good job?"

The moment he opened his mouth, the solemn atmosphere of the meeting room immediately relaxed—the imposing and dignified air was quietly dispelled by a lighthearted joke.

After careful consideration, the matter was settled.

Finally, the old man who spoke first even picked up a brush and wrote a powerful and vigorous calligraphy piece.

Before the meeting had even ended, news of the grain seeds came like a thunderclap, once again jolting everyone in the spirits.

Nobody knows where these seeds came from!

But if it's truly as the records state—a yield exceeding 1,000 kilograms per mu, a solid and undeniably high-yielding variety…

Their arrival was like a timely rain after a long drought!

Regardless of how Lin Quan's series of actions stirred up the atmosphere in the meeting room, this incident alone was enough to firmly embed the young man named Lin Quan in the attention of the elders.

Lin Quan himself was completely unaware of all these undercurrents.

Even if they found out, they would probably just laugh it off and forget about it.

The night passed silently.

Perhaps it was because they were already used to it, or perhaps Qiao Jingjing's charming teasing last night had worked.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing walking out of the room side by side...

He gave it only a brief glance, his expression remaining completely calm.

You know, just yesterday her face still had a faint blush...

The three people's eyes met briefly in the air, and after a mere three seconds of silence, Zhu Zhuqing lowered her gaze first, turned around, and went straight to wash up.

Lin Quan glanced at Qiao Jingjing beside him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

"hiss--"

But just as the smile appeared, he suddenly gasped.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qiao Jingjing's fingers had already quietly pinched the soft flesh on his side, the force was neither too light nor too heavy, but enough to make one's scalp tingle.

After washing up and swallowing the last bite of breakfast, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes fell on Lin Quan's face at the same time.

Without even saying a word, Lin Quan understood the meaning in their eyes.

"Now that everything is packed, let's set off."

Without saying much, he nodded slightly to the two women and activated the Time-Space Mirror.

Swah——

The thought had barely formed when the person had vanished.

When they opened their eyes again, the three of them were already standing in the Martial Soul World.

Before Lin Quan could even take a step, Qiao Jingjing had already tiptoed around, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"This is where my little sister Zhuqing grew up..."

Lin Quan also took the opportunity to look around—

The courtyard with its blue bricks and gray tiles exudes a rustic elegance.

Ten steps away, a bustling street was filled with people and wine flags were waving.