Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

In the past, on Earth, supermarket shelves were piled high with goods, and if a child threw a tantrum, the adults would immediately take out money to appease them. But on Earth now, most families are living on a mere few cents, so how could they dare to let their children be willful?

It's not that my parents are heartless, it's just that we really don't have any extra money in our pockets.

"Ah Quan, tomorrow's Saturday, shall we go fishing again?" Yan Bugui asked, picking at the rice grains at the bottom of his bowl.

"Uncle, you lost ten dollars to me last time you went fishing. Are you trying to get your revenge?" Lin Quan asked with a smile.

"How could I be a match for you?" Yan Bugui waved his hand hastily, then lowered his voice, "I mainly want to buy some bait."

"Yuzhu is having a wedding tomorrow, let's reschedule for the day after tomorrow," Lin Quan said.

"Oh dear, look at my memory!" Yan Bugui slapped his forehead and laughed sheepishly—he was so focused on casting his fishing rod to make money that he completely forgot about Sha Zhu's important matter of getting married.

"Ah Quan, I've seen you engrossed in a book on the Mi language these past few days. Could it be that you're fluent in Mi language?" Yi Zhonghai asked, leaning closer while holding an enamel mug.

"Uncle, I did graduate from high school, and to be honest, I've mastered all seven foreign languages." Lin Quan's lips curled up slightly.

"Seven kinds?!" Yi Zhonghai's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Chatting casually is fine, but writing... I still need to practice." Lin Quan said casually.

With his photographic memory, if he stays in the training for a few more days, he will be able to use seven languages ​​fluently.

The United States, Singapore, Huguo, and Dongdao on Earth are very similar to the United Kingdom, the United States, Germany, and Japan in terms of customs, culture, and language.

"Is that really true?" Yan Bugui asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"Good morning... Sawasdeeka..." Lin Quan blurted out a string of fluent English.

"Ah Quan, I didn't expect you to be so eloquent!" Liu Haizhong stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape. He couldn't read many words and couldn't understand a word, but the more he couldn't understand, the more profound and unfathomable it seemed—don't officials have to have more connections than others?

Lou Xiao'e, who knew a bit of the Mi language, immediately bombarded Lin Quan with questions in the Mi language, to which Lin Quan answered fluently and flawlessly.

The people at the table exchanged glances discreetly, marveling inwardly.

After a satisfying meal, Qin Jingru linked arms with Lin Quan, and the two walked side by side back to their self-built house a few steps away.

The stove was burning brightly, and steam was bubbling from the large iron pot. The two of them soaked in the steaming wooden tub, surrounded by the misty vapor.

"Soaking in the water is so relaxing." Qin Jingru squinted her eyes and hummed comfortably.

After soaking in the tub for a full half hour and then doing a set of exercises that left him drenched in sweat, Lin Quan lay on his back on the edge of the tub, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Brother Quan, what's wrong?" Qin Jingru asked softly.

"Don't you understand?" Lin Quan turned his head to the side, his gaze gentle.

"Brother Quan... whatever you want to do, just say it." Qin Jingru bit her lower lip, her voice as soft as a feather.

"Jingru, you're so kind." Lin Quan reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his palms warm.

The next morning, the neighbors in the compound spontaneously came to help: some carried tables, some moved stools, and everyone was busy washing dishes and chopsticks.

Xu Damao, with nowhere to vent his anger, slammed the door and left the courtyard before dawn.

His ex-wife married his mortal enemy, and he's holed up in a courtyard house. No wonder people are pointing fingers at him!

The groom, He Yuzhu, rolled up his sleeves and personally took charge of cooking.

Niu Hua assisted, working until the sun was setting, when a sumptuous feast was served.

The entire alley was filled with the irresistible aroma of meat, making one's mouth water.

He Yuzhu used most of the three hundred-pound wild boar—it was perfectly balanced between lean and fat, with crispy skin and tender meat, and glossy sheen.

Just as the banquet was about to begin, the top leader and Factory Director Yang entered the courtyard one after the other.

The eldest uncle, the second eldest uncle, the third eldest uncle, the big leader, Director Yang, He Yuzhu, Lin Quan, the deaf old lady, Lou Xiao'e, and her parents sat around a large mahogany round table.

He Yuzhu introduced them one by one, and then he and Lou Xiao'e took their wine glasses and went from table to table to offer toasts.

"Ah Quan, where are you making a living right now?" Factory Manager Yang asked casually, picking up a piece of crispy pork belly.

"After my parents sacrificed their lives in Chongqing, I stopped working and became a rather idle person," Lin Quan said with a smile, clinking glasses with his.

"You're so young, why don't you find a job?" Director Yang asked again.

"I could fill in for the job in Yuzhou, but it's too far from the capital. I can take down a wild boar in the mountains or fish for a few fresh fish by the river. I can still live a comfortable life," Lin Quan said casually.

Wild boars are not under the jurisdiction of the supply and marketing cooperative, and river fish are not included in the grain register. Whether you can catch them or not depends entirely on your skill.

"You can really kill a wild boar with your bare hands?" Director Yang's eyes lit up.

"Factory manager, he can split open a wild boar's skull with just a machete! I've personally witnessed him prepare three—this plate of roasted pork on the table today is from the one he chopped up at Xishankou yesterday!" Liu Haizhong chimed in.

He Yuzhu had just finished toasting and sat down when he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Big leader, factory director, A-Quan speaks seven languages."

The high-ranking leader asked with skepticism, "Seven kingdoms?"

"I went to high school, and in my spare time I neither went up the mountain nor down to the river; I just stayed in my room studying foreign languages," Lin Quan said seriously. After his parents died in the line of duty, he stayed at home for many years, and his neighbors didn't even know which way his door faced. Who knew how many words he had memorized?

He stayed at home for several years and mastered seven foreign languages, making no mistakes that others could find fault with.

The high-ranking leader spoke fluent Soviet-style Russian, and Lin Quan responded fluently, even his intonation was just right.

In his past life, several blonde, blue-eyed girls often pulled him to practice his spoken English, scrutinizing each sentence and polishing it over and over again. After several years, he could chat about everyday things, talk about the weather, and tell jokes in seven languages ​​without any hesitation.

"Ah Quan, would you like to come to our Third Machinery Factory?" Factory Director Yang put down his chopsticks and asked seriously.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Factory Manager, but right now I just want to focus on learning more." Lin Quan declined decisively.

Rather than being tied to an attendance card and watched by inspection teams, it's better to enjoy the freedom of your own little courtyard.

On windy and rainy days, closing the doors and windows makes you feel safer than anyone else.

Relying on the status and privileges left by his parents, no one dared to provoke him; and by secretly bringing over the old resources from Earth—a few dictionaries, a few movies, and a few sets of notebooks—he could live comfortably with enough to eat and wear.

No matter how strict the inspection team at the machinery factory is, they can't control the people outside the factory walls.

"Studying at home is fine too." The senior leader nodded, his smile gentle.

After the luncheon ended, Lin Quan strolled back to his room, opened his dictionary, and began to work through the words one by one.

In less than half a month, nine dictionaries were filled with dense annotations, and the edges of the pages were curled.

"Speaking nine languages ​​fluently, I'm more than qualified to be an interpreter."

Memorize a dictionary, and then repeatedly listen to, repeat, and speak the original audiobooks; that's how you truly master a language.

Teasing Qin Huairu and enjoying Qin Jingru serving tea and water, life is simple yet flavorful, never empty.

Every evening, Lin Quan prepares the ingredients—mountain delicacies, wild game, river seafood, and aquatic products, each dish different from the last; He Yuzhu is in charge of the kitchen—frying, stir-frying, and braising, with perfect control of the heat.

At the dinner table that evening, Lin Quan put down his chopsticks and slowly said, "Yuzhu, Xiao'e, things haven't been looking good lately..."

"Is it really that fierce?" Lou Xiao'e frowned slightly.