Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

A shotgun loaded with iron pellets has a range of only thirty to fifty paces. How could it possibly hit a wild boar? It might not even be able to scratch the bone.

A shotgun is good enough for shooting birds, but for hunting wild boars? It's just for show.

Although Qin Family Village is outside the city, it is only separated from the city center by a ring road—right on the edge of Beijing's Second Ring Road.

Lin Quan had already planned it out: he would build his own house in Qin Family Village.

If you eat someone's food, you'll be obligated to pay; if you take someone's favor, you'll be obligated to help them.

First, we need to get to know the villagers well; then building villas in the future will be a natural progression.

He called He Yuzhu to cook, while he waited quietly for Qin Jingru to return.

The whole wild boar leg weighed over 20 pounds and was shiny with oil.

There are still more than a dozen pieces of cured pork and several large strings of sausages with alternating layers of fat and lean meat at home.

Thanks to his ability to replicate the Earth, he has never stepped into a vegetable market.

"Yuzhu, the stove is yours now. I'm going to pick up the deaf old lady and Luo Xiao'e."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out.

First, they picked up the deaf old lady and Luo Xiao'e, then they went to call an old man and an old woman.

"He Yuzhu and his sister, an elderly man and woman, Jingru and I, plus the deaf old lady and Luo Xiao'e—that's exactly eight people. We won't invite Qin Huairu and the others; we'll send some vegetables over later."

Now he is married to Qin Jingru, and by seniority, he is Qin Huairu's cousin-in-law.

It's really unreasonable to invite an old man but bypass Qin Huairu.

He planned to immediately give two bowls to the Jia family as soon as the dishes were served.

Just after five o'clock, Qin Jingru rode her bicycle back in a hurry.

"Jingru, take these two bowls to your cousin and the others," Lin Quan said, pointing to the table.

"Mmm." She responded briskly, picked up a bowl of braised wild boar and a bowl of cured meat, and headed briskly towards the Jia family's house.

"Uncle, Yuzhu, let me fill your bowls." Lin Quan picked up the wine jar and steadily filled both bowls.

"Ah Quan, why don't you save up more? Even our factory manager doesn't eat as lavishly as you!" Yi Zhonghai joked with a smile as he held up his bowl.

"Uncle, I want to demolish my old house and rebuild it. Who should I contact to handle the paperwork?" Lin Quan changed the subject.

The world is much like the one depicted in the novel "Siheyuan" (Courtyard House). He fears a major earthquake might actually occur in a few years.

Demolish and rebuild as soon as possible; whether it collapses or not, you'll have a better understanding of the situation.

Too noisy at night? Just replace the doors and windows with soundproof ones, and the neighbors will still sleep soundly.

He was strong and had great stamina, and his neighbors often joked about it.

The house has two bedrooms and a living room, each over 40 square meters.

Demolish and rebuild, and it can be transformed into a bright and efficient three-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, and one-bathroom apartment.

"Do you really have that much money?" Yi Zhonghai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We inherited some wealth from our ancestors," Lin Quan said seriously.

"Okay, I'll put in a good word with the people at the neighborhood office for you, it should be fine." Yi Zhonghai laughed heartily.

"Then we'll have to rely entirely on Grandpa." Lin Quan laughed.

As an eighth-grade fitter at the Third Machinery Plant, Yi Zhonghai had apprentices and grand-apprentices, and the whole plant was full of familiar faces.

If you get along well with an old man, many difficulties can be resolved.

"Brother Quan, the old house is being demolished, where are we going to live?" Qin Jingru asked, wiping the water stains from the stove.

"Don't rush." ​​Lin Quan waved his hand, not saying much more—if they really wanted to build a house, they would have to wait until he had all the bricks, steel bars, doors, windows, and beams ready.

After the food and drinks were cleared away, the old man and his companions patted their behinds and left.

Qin Jingru quickly swept the floor and wiped the windowpanes clean, then brought over a basin of steaming hot water for washing feet, the steam rising into the air.

Looking at his bright-eyed and hardworking wife, Lin Quan felt a warmth in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

"This life is so reassuring!" The thought, like a small pebble, gently landed in his heart.

"Brother Quan, what are you laughing about?" Qin Jingru asked with a tilted head and a smile.

"Marrying you makes my life worthwhile," Lin Quan laughed.

The few years of prestige that I earned through money in my past life vanished in the blink of an eye; now, the warmth and comfort found in the everyday necessities of life feel even more precious and comforting.

In ordinary households, who still expects their wife to fetch water and massage their shoulders? That's a joke!

Less than two hours later, Qin Jingru collapsed onto the pillow, panting and admitting defeat.

Lin Quan held her as they fell into a deep sleep. In the early morning, the aroma of fried eggs and pancakes filled the house. He stepped out the door, his feet wet with dew.

After a busy morning, he rented a large warehouse of about 300 square meters in the west of the city. The iron gate was heavy and the cement floor was flat.

After finishing his lunch at home, he went straight to Yanhuang Bank and exchanged two gold bars for a thick wad of banknotes.

Over the next few days, he spent his days in the warehouse, carrying building materials back from the other side of the world, one trip after another.

"The steel bars are strong enough, the cement is thick enough, the sand is clean enough, and there are enough paving stones to cover three courtyards. We also have enough security doors."

Fingerprint locks weren't common in the Yanhuang Kingdom of Earth yet, so he didn't bother with them—security doors and soundproof windows were nothing more than high-quality steel, thick glass, and weather-resistant paint; they could all be made locally, at most earning a compliment like, "This workmanship is meticulous!"

He moved in a large mahogany bed made from a single plank, added a few household items, and simply used the warehouse as a temporary place to stay.

They hired a large truck, and in half a day, all the pots, pans, clothes, and bedding were moved there.

After completing the formalities at noon, he picked up a sledgehammer and began demolishing the old house. Wooden beams, blue bricks, gray tiles, old windows... the neighbors were quick-witted and eager to take over.

"He who takes something from another is bound to do his bidding," so everyone rolled up their sleeves and got to work, both for the sake of excitement and to build a good relationship.

The next morning, Lin Quan hired eight men and a long truck to transport building materials from the warehouse into the courtyard, and then hauled away the excavated soil.

With his amazing strength and stamina, and with the help of eight people, the foundation pit was dug squarely and deeply in less than three days.

Reinforcing bars, formwork, pouring concrete... the third basement level was completed.

Then, walls were built, frames were erected, and windows were constructed. In less than seven days, the walls stood tall, and the doors and windows were neatly arranged.

On the day his new house was topped out, he climbed over the mountain into the back mountain of Qin Family Village, dragged back a plump wild boar, and treated the neighbors in the courtyard to a hot and delicious pig-killing feast.

After another twenty days of work, the walls were painted white, the floors were waxed, and the kitchen and bathroom were installed, I finally felt truly comfortable living there.

As the days went by, the deaf old lady played matchmaker, and He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e grew closer and closer, their eyes filled with undisguised joy.

After the old house had been vacant for more than half a month, Lin Quan and Qin Jingru moved into the new house.

All the building materials used are top-quality environmentally friendly. Even if there are some benzene and formaldehyde, they are so weak that they are almost undetectable and pose no burden on the human body.

The doors and windows are extremely airtight; even if you sing loudly inside, you won't hear a sound outside the courtyard.

While Qin Jingru was working at the supply and marketing cooperative during the day, Lin Quan frequently traveled back and forth to Earth, secretly moving goods back.

There are three basement rooms: one room has a dozen or so blue and white porcelain jars stacked on top of each other, with the aroma of pickled vegetables filling the air; the other two rooms are filled with miscellaneous items, all neatly arranged.

With waterproofing and a moisture-proof layer installed, the underground space is dry and cool, making it ideal for storage.

He traveled all over the world to visit Moutai factories, Wuliangye factories, Langjiu factories, Fenjiu factories...

In the cellar, there were more than fifty jars of baijiu (Chinese liquor), more than two hundred bottles of red wine, and more than twenty jars of huangjiu (yellow wine), all neatly arranged in an array.

We don't have a refrigerator or freezer at home, and we only have some sausages and dried meat on hand, but that's enough.