Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Sister Qin, if you really want to help me with some things, I'll give you fifty yuan a month, not a penny less." Lin Quan, seemingly drunk, walked around behind her and naturally placed his hand on her slender waist.

Qin Huairu trembled and turned around abruptly: "Share the burden of what?"

"What do you think?" Lin Quan's lips curled into a smile that was intriguing.

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him: "What do you think of Jingru?"

"That's good," Lin Quan replied readily.

"Don't interrupt, my mom is waiting for me to come back." She frowned slightly, her tone a little urgent.

"Sister Qin, if you've made up your mind, come find me anytime." Lin Quan flicked his fingertips and gently scratched the two braids hanging over her shoulders.

She forced herself to remain calm: "If you really like Jingru, go home with her tomorrow."

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded.

"Then I'm leaving." Before she finished speaking, she had already picked up the plate of leftover fish on the table.

Watching her graceful figure disappear into the distance, a hint of regret flashed across Lin Quan's eyes.

The next morning, Lin Quan pushed his bicycle and walked out of the courtyard with Qin Jingru.

I bought two jin of white sugar and three jin of pork belly at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Two hours later, the two entered Qin Family Village.

Qin Jingru took his arm and introduced him in a cheerful voice: "Dad, Mom... this is Lin Quan."

"Uncle, Auntie." Lin Quan handed over the cloth bag he was carrying.

"Just come, why bring so much?" Qin Jingru's father, Qin Shijie, laughed heartily.

As Qin Jingru's mother, Liu Chunyan, took the cloth bag, she asked, "A-Quan, what are you doing now?"

"My parents... had their accident in Chongqing." Lin Quan spoke calmly, briefly recounting the past of his parents.

"You're not at work?" Qin Shijie's voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

"Uncle, I have three houses in the city... If I really want to find work, I'll have to go back to Yuzhou." Lin Quan said calmly and unhurriedly.

"That's true." Qin Shijie nodded, then turned and called out towards the back of the house, "Go catch a fat chicken!"

After paying their food coupons and money, they sat around the large stove and ate a steaming bowl of stewed rice. Lin Quan looked up at the rolling mountains in the distance and asked, "Uncle, are there often wild boars roaming in the mountains?"

"Not only wild boars, but wolves also come here often," Qin Shijie answered readily.

"Then I'll go up the mountain and bring one back." Lin Quan's lips curled up slightly.

"Wild boars have sharp tusks and fierce tempers, don't fight them head-on!" Qin Shijie frowned and advised.

"I practiced kung fu for over ten years, and I even fought wild boars in the mountains when I was young," Lin Quan said confidently.

"I'll go find you a shotgun!" Qin Shijie turned and walked towards the side room.

Many families in Qinjiacun still have old-fashioned shotguns, and even the village office warehouse has a few black powder grenades stored there.

"No need for a gun, a machete will suffice," Lin Quan waved his hand.

"Then I'll go with you." Qin Shijie pulled out a gleaming, thick-backed woodcutter's knife from the corner of the wall.

The two stepped into the woods, parted the vines, and searched along the soft fallen leaves.

After a short while, Lin Quan suddenly stopped in his tracks—seven wild boars were rooting in the soil for food in the gaps in the woods ahead.

Qin Shijie stared at the several large, grayish-brown figures and sighed softly, "Ah Quan, forget it."

"You can rest here." Lin Quan grabbed his wood-chopping knife and dashed out like an arrow.

Startled, the wild boar immediately raised its head and prickled up its ears, roaring as it charged forward, sending stones flying everywhere under its hooves.

Lin Quan, who had mastered the Nine Forms of Yi Jin Jing, perfected the Nine Levels of Duan Gu Jing, and achieved the Great Perfection of the Nine Turns of Xi Sui Jing, possessed tendons and bones as strong as iron and moved with lightning speed, so fast that even his afterimage was too short to be seen.

As the blade flashed, a deep, bone-revealing gash instantly appeared on the neck of the first wild boar;

With a spun horizontal slash, the second wild boar's throat was half-split open, and blood gushed out like a pillar.

The remaining five wild boars were so frightened that they jumped off the ground and turned to disappear into the depths of the dense forest.

"What 'one pig, two bears, three tigers'? He's just a reckless beast."

Looking at the two enormous bodies still convulsing on the ground, Lin Quan felt a surge of heroic spirit.

"Ah Quan, I'll call people to come and carry it right away!" Qin Shijie grinned.

"Keep the knife." Lin Quan bent down, gripped the two thick hind legs, and dragged the two wild boars away.

A wild boar weighs about 300 pounds, but now he has immense strength and can drag it as easily as pulling a bundle of straw.

Back in Qin Family Village, Lin Quan pushed one of the whole pigs in front of Qin Shijie.

"Ah Quan, are you leaving already?" Liu Chunyan greeted him, her apron tucked in.

"Hmm." Lin Quan deftly tied the other wild boar to the bicycle crossbar, the knot secure.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to the city too!" Qin Jingru had already slung her cloth bag over her shoulder and was standing by the car.

"Make sure everything is securely packed!" Liu Chunyan instructed.

"Got it!" Qin Jingru replied crisply.

Lin Quan pushed the cart, hurrying back along the winding dirt road.

Qin Jingru sat on the back shelf, laughing out loud from time to time; her clear laughter drifted in the wind.

Upon reaching the open loess road, Lin Quan straddled the vehicle and pedaled quickly.

Three hours later, they finally came to a leisurely stop at the entrance of the courtyard house.

"Ah Quan, where did this big guy come from?" Yan Bugui, from the front yard, leaned out from the door frame, his eyes fixed on the wild boar, his eyes practically bulging.

"Brother Quan went up the mountain to hunt!" Qin Jingru answered quickly, "He killed two, and kept one for my parents."

"You two..." Yan Bugui squinted, looking them up and down.

"Uncle, I'll cut you a piece of pork from your rump later!" Lin Quan said with a smile, changing the subject.

With everyone's help, the wild boar was carried into the courtyard, and the neighbors brought boiling water.

Scalding, scraping, gutting, and butchering—the yard suddenly became lively.

The courtyard house had more than twenty households. After a quick calculation, Lin Quan sent each household more than two catties of lean wild boar meat with some fat.

The next morning, Lin Quan and Qin Jingru got their marriage certificate.

He Tiezhu took charge of cooking, setting up two square tables in the courtyard and simply serving a few hot dishes, which constituted the wedding banquet.

As night deepened, Lin Quan's heart began to burn slightly.

In the dim light, Qin Jingru, dressed in a red wedding gown, with her beautiful features and a radiant smile, looked like a pomegranate flower in its first bloom.

Pluck the flower while it blooms, for it will wither and leave only bare branches.

Lin Quan, still wanting more, fell asleep immediately, the blankets still warm.

Qin Jingru is no match for him.

At six o'clock in the morning, he sat up, glanced at his wife who was sleeping soundly beside him, quietly put on his clothes, and pushed open the door to go out.

Half an hour later, he stepped into the courtyard carrying a steaming bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks.

"Brother Quan, where did you go?" Qin Jingru asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I brought you breakfast." Lin Quan put the paper bag on the table. The soy milk rattled slightly, and the fried dough sticks were still crispy and fragrant.

For the next few days, he stubbornly held his temper and didn't do anything.

He accompanied Qin Jingru to the river to fish every day, never letting go of the fishing rod or leaving the shore.

When luck is on your side, a basket of lively carp and crucian carp can be exchanged for more than thirty yuan in cash.

On that unlucky day, there were only a few small fish, not even worth weighing, and they barely sold for one dollar and twenty cents.

Seeing Qin Jingru's face become rosy and her eyes brighten, Lin Quan's heart pounded like a bird in his chest.

Someone cooks, washes pots, sweeps the floor, and scrubs clothes—life is so comfortable that it makes you want to hum a little tune.

"Jingru, I love looking at your two braids the most." Lin Quan leaned against the door frame, smiling maliciously.

"Oh?" She lifted her eyelids and rolled her eyes at him.