Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

She took care of everything at home, so Qin Huairu's odd jobs naturally disappeared.

"Jingru, do you want to find a proper job?" Lin Quan asked tentatively.

"The machinery factory has high barriers to entry and doesn't hire idle people. Where can I go?" She had been longing for a stable job for a long time, but recently the fish she caught were getting fewer and fewer. If she kept going like this, her rice jar would probably run out of rice.

"I'll take care of it." Lin Quan readily agreed, but his heart was in turmoil—when they were always together, he couldn't even slip off the planet; if she had a job, he could finally free up his hands to get things done.

"Okay." Qin Jingru nodded.

"It's almost dawn." Lin Quan smiled and helped her up.

The next morning, he first went to the street office for a stroll, and then wandered to the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative to scout out what was going on.

When money is used, its power is stronger than gunpowder—in less than three days, Qin Jingru was wearing the blue work clothes of the Ximen Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

As the year draws to a close, Lin Quan seizes a moment and slips away to Earth.

While Qin Jingru was at work and hadn't returned, he quickly smoked several strips of cured meat...

In less than two hours, the rice bin was filled with snow-white new rice, and the flour bin was filled with fine flour.

As usual, Qin Huairu paid a visit, and Lin Quan was not polite at all, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Ah Quan, aren't you afraid Jing Ru will see us?"

"Sister Qin, your hair is so black and thick, you've taken such good care of it."

"You always make fun of me."

"I heard that Xu Damao and Yu Haitang..."

"Who chewed the tongue?"

"The day before yesterday, Lou Xiao'e went back to her parents' home, and Yu Haitang stayed at the Xu family's house for two hours."

"Don't spread rumors that are baseless."

"Sister Qin, haven't you ever thought about finding someone who cares about you and understands your needs?"

"With three kids and a mother-in-law, who do I have time to think about this?"

"Have you figured out what I said last time?"

"Aren't you afraid Jingru will find out?"

After chatting for a while, Lin Quan got the better deal, while Qin Huairu, carrying more than ten kilograms of rice, left the courtyard in a daze.

"If I really can't stay in the courtyard house anymore, I'll move to Hong Kong."

He shook his head, clearing his mind, and leaped into the earth.

While he was on that side of the world, he had a living map on Earth—he could spot anyone who stepped across his threshold with just a glance.

After pondering for a moment, he made a special trip to Earth to pick out a few hardcore craft books.

Although Qin Jingru was self-taught and knew a lot, her foundation was weak and her skills were shallow, so she was ultimately unable to handle important matters.

Yi Zhonghai suggested that the Intermediate People's Court celebrate the New Year together, and Lin Quan readily agreed, immediately bringing out a large piece of amber-colored cured meat and a jar of mud-sealed wine.

That liquor was personally bottled by him from Langjiu's old cellar on Earth.

Each household contributed ingredients to the table, and He Yuzhu took charge of the wok, stirring the food with great skill.

"Ah Quan, Yu Zhu—come on, let's have a drink!" Yi Zhonghai raised his glass, his beard stained with wine.

"This liquor is really strong!" He Yuzhu tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"A friend gave it to me," Lin Quan said casually. The wine jar was plain, unmarked, and no one could find any fault with it.

Yi Zhonghai sipped the wine a few times and nodded repeatedly: "Good wine! Even better than the batch the factory director used to entertain foreign guests."

He was one of the few level-eight fitters in the factory, and he had accompanied the factory director to drink with distinguished guests on several occasions.

In the entire courtyard, the eldest uncle, Yi Zhonghai, was an eighth-level fitter, and the second uncle, Liu Haizhong, was a seventh-level fitter.

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Level 8 and Level 7 may seem like only one level apart, but in reality, they are worlds apart—the skill level is significantly lower, and the pay is 30% less.

If we get together and eat dumplings, the New Year is over.

Of the three old men in the courtyard, Lin Quan privately pondered that the eldest, Yi Zhonghai, was a kind and honest man.

Second Uncle Liu Haizhong was obsessed with official titles and loved to put on airs and lecture people whenever he had a spare moment: at home he treated his three sons like apprentices and disciplined them, and outside he would lecture anyone he met—apprentices, colleagues, neighbors, no one was spared; if it weren't for his gossipy mouth, the deaf old lady wouldn't have shaken her head and sighed behind his back, saying that the Liu family's parents had lost their compassion and their children lacked filial piety.

The entire family of the Third Uncle was overly shrewd; they even counted the peanuts one by one when shelling them, afraid of losing even half a kernel.

At six o'clock in the morning on the second day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Quan carried two large pieces of glossy cured meat, five catties of peanuts in their shells, five catties of hard-shelled walnuts, and twenty catties of snow-white flour on his back, along with two pairs of brand-new leather shoes. He then mounted his bicycle, with Qin Jingru on the back seat, and headed straight for Qin Family Village.

Not long after entering the village, Qin Jingru led her three children, Jia Geng, Jia Dang, and Jia Huaihua, out to greet them in a lively manner.

"Dad, Mom, I've come back from hunting a wild boar in the mountains!" Lin Quan couldn't stay still, so he grabbed a machete and headed outside.

"Ah Quan, I'll go with you!" Qin Jingru's older brother, Qin Jinghua, immediately followed.

After venturing into the mountains for over an hour, Lin Quan spotted three wild boars. He released the smaller ones, but showed no mercy to the larger ones, swiftly and decisively dispatching the two burly ones. He dragged one in each hand, blood dripping down his path.

He kept two hind legs for himself and distributed the rest of the wild boar meat to the villagers.

At that time, meat cost 85 cents a pound. After removing the two legs and not counting offal, two wild boars would yield more than 400 pounds of clean meat.

If you take it to the city to sell, you can easily get more than 300 yuan.

But with the entire replica galaxy under his control, why would he worry about basic necessities?

For old items like sewing machines and phonographs, you can go to the replica world and rummage through boxes and cabinets to find secondhand goods.

Salt, soy sauce, rice, flour, honeycomb briquettes... you can get them all for free from the other side of the earth, take them all as you please.

Even if he only had about 800 yuan in his pocket, he never frowned over money.

"Ah Quan, you're really something! You took down two crazy wild boars with just a wood-chopping knife?" Qin Huairu's mouth was agape, her eyes almost popping out.

After drinking with the villagers for a while, Lin Quan got on his bicycle and rode away.

Qin Jingru planned to stay a few more days, but Jia Geng, Jia Dang, and Jia Huaihua were pulled away by their maternal grandparents and insisted on staying.

There was an old woman waiting for her in the city, so after much thought, Qin Huairu decided to go back.

Lin Quan pedaled the bicycle, while Qin Huairu sat steadily on the shelf, her hair flying wildly in the wind.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, causing her to lean forward, and laughter burst out.

"Sister Qin, have you thought it through?"

"You always target my weaknesses."

The two chatted and joked all the way, not noticing how far the road was, and the shadow of the courtyard house was already in sight.

In the open space of the courtyard, three elderly men sat around a table.

Neighbors from all sides, some leaning against the wall, some against the pillar, and some squatting on stools, all gathered around to watch the spectacle.

As soon as Lin Quan carried two heavy wild boar legs into the room, everyone's eyes lit up, and they clicked their tongues in envy.

"Lou Xiao'e, you make the decision." Yi Zhonghai's brows furrowed.

"Xu Damao, I'm determined to get a divorce." Lou Xiao'e's voice was cold and clear, without the slightest tremor.

"Moth, I...I..." Xu Damao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, the words stuck in his throat.

He had originally planned for Lou Xiao'e to return on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, but she suddenly returned this morning; to make matters worse, he had just brought a woman back to the house, and the two of them were lying side by side on the kang (a heated brick bed) when he pushed open the door and found his wife standing there, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground, too ashamed to speak coherently, and dared not argue back.