Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Being caught in a dilemma? That's something only a greenhorn would struggle with—don't overthink it."

He shook his head, banishing the chaotic thoughts, and with a thought, he entered Earth's space.

"A tricycle that's about 80% new, with the serial number still printed on the handlebars, will be brought inside and stored for now."

He grabbed the car and slipped out, placing it securely in another empty room.

If someone asks about secondhand goods, I can just make up an excuse and brush it off.

I had put something down and was just about to take a nap when there was a knock on the door.

He sat up abruptly, opened the door, and greeted Qin Jingru with a smile, "Jingru, what's up?"

"Brother Quan, shall we... still go fishing?" Qin Jingru blinked.

"Let's go." Lin Quan nodded decisively.

Trying to do too much at once will only lead to failure; what you hold onto firmly in your hands is the most practical.

The world before me, though somewhat reminiscent of the plot of "Full House of Love" from my previous life, is ultimately not a replica—it's merely similar in spirit.

Even if they were exactly the same, at least for now, Qin Huairu is down-to-earth and honest, and Qin Jingru is also clean-cut and has no ulterior motives.

Lin Quan had a scale in his heart: those who were sincere to him were good people; those who played tricks on him were bad people; as for the rest, he would just pass by them and not even bother to remember their names.

Qin Jingru in the drama does love money, but after marrying Xu Damao, she devoted herself entirely to him and never wavered.

Qin Huairu is a truly good person—she has endured so much hardship for her child and mother-in-law, and she has been busy making arrangements for the person she likes. What did she do wrong? There is only one Sha Zhu. She has made up her mind. Does she expect to give him up to someone else?

It's a matter of mutual consent; why should outsiders interfere?

There's a proper measure to the closeness or distance between people. In the drama, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu have been neighbors for many years, while Lou Xiao'e, who has been away from home for many years, suddenly returns and wants to take He Yuzhu away. In Yi Zhonghai's eyes, Qin Huairu, with whom he has spent every day, is naturally more reliable.

Novels cannot depict all aspects of life, and TV dramas cannot capture the entirety of a lifetime. In the span of decades, what truly ends up on paper or on screen is but a drop in the ocean.

With a thought in mind, Lin Quan pushed his tricycle out of the warehouse.

"Brother Quan, you...you also have a tricycle?" Qin Jingru's eyes widened.

"I got it from a bargain I picked up recently," Lin Quan said casually.

He owns three houses: two bedrooms and a living room.

One of the bedrooms is always locked, which he uses as a private little storeroom—to this day, no one else has ever stepped into it.

I hopped on the tricycle, carrying my fishing rod, basket, and nylon bag.

We returned to the riverbank and did everything we could: cast our nets, fish, and chat.

I fished for more than three hours in the afternoon and caught a catch of about thirty pounds.

The whole fish was sold to the canteen of the machinery factory, and he received 10.2 yuan in return.

After a quick calculation, Lin Quan took out three yuan and gave it to Qin Jingru.

He rode his tricycle back to the courtyard house, and when the neighbors asked him about it, he answered them with a few words.

Everyone already knew he had some spare money, so buying a used tricycle was perfectly normal.

Just after 5 p.m., Qin Huairu left work and entered the house right on time.

"Sister, I've made up my mind. Yuzhu isn't right for me," Qin Jingru said bluntly.

"Yuzhu is honest and kind-hearted...it costs thirty-seven yuan and fifty cents a month," Qin Huairu blurted out.

"Sister, could you introduce me to Lin Quan?" Qin Jingru asked directly.

"Lin Quan doesn't have a formal job right now," Qin Huairu reminded her.

"I went fishing with him today..." Qin Jingru said before she could finish.

"It's not like I can make this much every day." Qin Huairu felt a surge of warmth in her heart—her monthly salary was only twenty-seven yuan and fifty cents, which, when spread out over a day, barely amounted to ninety cents.

My cousin went with Lin Quan on a trip, and then immediately took eight yuan from him, which was equivalent to her wages for nine whole days!

Before he could finish speaking, He Yuzhu pushed open the door and walked in.

"Yuzhu, I've thought it through. We're not a good match." Qin Jingru stepped forward, her tone calm but resolute.

"Was there something I didn't do right? Or..." He Yuzhu froze, a knot of frustration forming between his brows.

"You're a decent person, and your skills are top-notch... but we're really not a good match." Qin Jingru gently handed over a "good person card."

"Xu Damao is gossiping about me behind my back again?" He Yuzhu frowned, his eyes darkening.

"Every time he tries to smear you, Brother Quan stops him on the spot," Qin Jingru said calmly.

"Brother Quan?" He Yuzhu was taken aback, his face full of confusion.

"Jingru is referring to Linquan," Qin Huairu added from the side.

"Is your sweetheart Ah Quan?" He Yuzhu's heart lit up, and he blurted out.

"Mmm." Qin Jingru's ears turned red, and she lowered her head to respond.

He Yuzhu's throat tightened, and all the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat. He remained silent for a long time.

Just as they were at an impasse, Lin Quan pushed open the door and burst in, laughing loudly, "Yuzhu, come on, want to have a couple of drinks with me?"

Anger surged within him, but he couldn't find an outlet. After a few seconds of silence, he slammed his hand on the table: "Fine!"

Upon arriving at Lin Quan's house, He Yuzhu rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

"Yuzhu, I really didn't mean to steal your boyfriend. But when Xu Damao was talking about you in front of Qin Jingru..." Lin Quan's face showed a hint of shame before he finished speaking.

"It's not your fault." He Yuzhu gritted his teeth, his heart feeling like it was stuffed with a wad of wet cotton.

"I heard that Ms. Ran, the homeroom teacher of Banggeng..." Lin Quan changed the subject.

"Oh? And the teacher?" He Yuzhu's eyes darted around, and he grinned. "I'll ask my third uncle to make a connection."

Lin Quan bluntly said, "Third Uncle is as cunning as a monkey. If you beg him, you'll need cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, and tea, and in the end, it might not even work out—you might as well just go find Bang Geng."

"Can a twelve-year-old kid be trusted?" He Yuzhu was skeptical.

"Yuzhu, to be honest with you, and I hope it doesn't sound harsh—Teacher Ran is an educated and knowledgeable person, and she might not approve of your approach," Lin Quan said bluntly.

If Qin Huairu hadn't interfered, the person who would be most to He Yuzhu's liking right now would actually be Lou Xiao'e, Xu Damao's current wife.

Qin Jingru and Xu Damao's relationship has ended, and whether they will divorce is anyone's guess.

Given Xu Damao's temperament, there's a high chance he'll break up with Lou Xiao'e.

Even if Qin Jingru is gone, there's still Yu Haitang, and other girls waiting for her.

Xu Damao, who is single-mindedly focused on having a son, will never hang himself on Lou Xiao'e.

He Yuzhu quickly braised a carp and then stir-fried a plate of cabbage.

"Yuzhu, your skills are impeccable!" Lin Quan gave a thumbs up, praising sincerely.

"Do you need to say that?" He Yuzhu raised his chin slightly, looking very smug.

"I'll go to the mountains and catch a wild boar sometime, and you can cook, I'll make sure there's plenty!" Lin Quan said with a smile.

"Leave it to me!" He Yuzhu readily agreed.

"It's settled then!" Lin Quan laughed heartily.

Wild boars aren't on the protected list yet, so if you're brave enough and quick enough, it's not difficult to catch a few.

After a hearty meal, He Yuzhu swayed as he left the house.

A moment later, Qin Jingru strolled in.

Lin Quan, still slightly drunk, smiled with narrowed eyes: "Sister Qin."

"Ah Quan, can I pack up these leftovers and take them home?" Her eyes were bright, with a hint of ulterior motive.

They had only moved less than a third of the five-pound carp.