Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Believe it or not, it's up to you," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Ah Quan, what should I do about my parents?" Lou Xiao'e's voice lowered.

"Two options: donate all the money and factory shares, or leave immediately," Lin Quan said bluntly.

"I'll go back and ask tomorrow morning," Lou Xiao'e nodded.

"The sooner the better, otherwise someone might make a move first," Lin Quan reminded him.

"Thank you," Lou Xiao'e said softly.

Late that night, Lou Xiao'e accompanied her parents onto a southbound ship bound for Hong Kong.

He Yuzhu unfolded the letter, scanned a few lines, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately remained silent.

"Yuzhu, stop overthinking. Xiao'e will be back sooner or later." Lin Quan's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

Before leaving, the Lou family donated all their shares in the machinery factory to the factory, leaving nothing behind and no selfish motives.

They only took the cash they had saved up; the old houses and the land they owned were left untouched, with no deeds to them.

By betraying He Yuzhu, Liu Haizhong rose to the top, becoming the head of the investigation team. With his official hat on, he immediately straightened his back, walked with a swagger, and spoke with his nose in the air.

With Xu Damao's encouragement, he immediately led a group of men, their killing intent palpable, straight towards the He family's residence.

Lin Quan didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice as cold as well water: "Second Uncle, please remember this clearly—this is the He family, not the Lou family."

"Ah Quan, this is none of your business," Xu Damao said, stepping forward to block him, his voice weak.

"Get out of the way! Don't delay official business!" Fan Jian from the investigation team glared at them, his voice booming so loudly it made the courtyard walls vibrate.

"Hey, Uncle, your dog has sneaked out of the yard again?" Lin Quan's lips curled up in a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Who are you insulting?!" Fan Jian's face turned a deep shade of liver.

"Second Uncle, Xu Damao, you know what you're doing—at least twenty wild boars have died by my knife. Don't be fooled by your numbers; do you really think you can force your way into Yuzhu's house? Fine, call the police. Get a warrant stamped, it's all in black and white, and I'll open the door to welcome you." Lin Quan finished speaking slowly, tapping his fingers lightly on the sheath of his wood-chopping knife.

"Da Mao, go to the police station." Liu Haizhong turned his head and blurted out the order.

"Second Uncle, I'm not part of the investigation team. Please find someone else." Xu Damao shook his head vigorously, not daring to move forward even half a step.

"Fan Jian, go!" Liu Haizhong glared and suddenly lowered his voice.

"Team leader, he's all alone. There are more than a dozen of us. Why should we be afraid of him?" Fan Jian muttered, sticking out his neck.

"Are you going or not?" Liu Haizhong's eyes sharpened, and before he could finish speaking, Fan Jian had already turned and slipped out of the courtyard gate.

"Second Uncle, I have a lot of cabinets and chests. Do you want me to move a few things in and look through them?" Lin Quan smiled and tilted his head, tapping the blue brick floor lightly with the sheath of his wood-chopping knife.

"I'm not going to investigate anymore!" Liu Haizhong waved his hands repeatedly and took a half step back—he didn't want to risk his life on a ruthless character who could take down a wild boar with a machete.

He Yuzhu rushed back upon hearing the news, his face ashen. His gaze swept over Liu Haizhong and Xu Damao, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. If Lin Quan hadn't stepped in to stop him, the roof would have been torn off long ago.

Half an hour later, two police officers from the Ximen Police Station followed Fan Jian into the courtyard. Only under their watchful eyes did Liu Haizhong dare to order his men to ransack the place.

"Second Uncle, just a reminder—if you break something, you'll have to pay for it." Lin Quan said with a smile, dusting off his sleeves.

"You shall compensate for the damage to property in accordance with the law," a police officer immediately replied, his tone calm but leaving no room for doubt.

The day after Lou Xiao'e left, Lin Quan reminded He Yuzhu to secretly move her dowry into the deaf old lady's room. Taking advantage of the old lady's reputation for being someone no one dared to mess with, even mice dared not venture there.

The He family home was empty at this time. The two hundred or so yuan found were all hard currency saved by He Yuzhu from his monthly salary.

Liu Haizhong searched high and low but found nothing. He could only grimace as he pulled out five yuan and stuffed it into He Yuzhu's hand. The members of the investigation team were clumsy, knocking over the door frame and breaking a porcelain bowl. With the police present, even the most defiant man had to pay up.

"Why don't you come over to my house and take a look?" Lin Quan raised his eyes and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Fall back!" Liu Haizhong swept away – he was the head of the Third Machinery Factory's inspection team, able to manage the factory workers but not the people outside the factory.

Besides, Lin Quan wasn't even a factory worker; even if he were, he wouldn't have the guts to jump into the fire.

Most people with malicious intentions have four words etched into their bones: bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Despite the uproar and panic outside, Lin Quan remained engrossed in his studies, not even lifting his eyelids.

After mastering nine foreign languages, he turned his attention to books on mechanical and electrical engineering.

He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't even bother to look up and speak to Qin Huairu when she passed by the door.

With his photographic memory, mechanical principles and circuit diagrams grew rapidly in his mind, changing every day.

The predecessor loved this land since childhood, and that passion has long been ingrained in Linquan's blood.

For now, accumulate some real skills. When the storm passes, whether you open a factory or claim the title of "amateur inventor," you'll have a solid foundation.

"I haven't moved around for days, I'm going fishing for a bit."

Seeing Qin Jingru riding her bicycle to work, Lin Quan picked up his fishing gear, hopped on his tricycle, and sped towards the riverbank with a clanging sound.

The whispers of wind and the cries of cranes? The sight of soldiers in every bush and tree? It has absolutely nothing to do with him.

People outside the city still cut pig feed, herded cattle and sheep, and collected manure to earn work points;

People in the city still rush to work early, earn wages, and support their families.

Lin Quan is unemployed, but as long as he doesn't break the law, nobody can tell him where he goes or what he does.

With his formidable skills, those wicked thoughts were quickly scareed away before they even surfaced.

twenty one

When a common man is enraged, blood will splatter three feet deep. Who would be willing to take that blow for a wild boar?

It's early summer now, the weather is neither too hot nor too humid, making it the perfect time for fishing.

Lin Quan used crumbs of fried dough to create a feeding area, and then kneaded out a large lump of bait with a strong, fishy smell.

A thick plastic sheet was laid in the back of the tricycle, and half a bucket of water was scooped in, sloshing around and creating fine ripples.

After waiting for half an hour, his hook was full of small crucian carp, no bigger than the palm of his hand. After a moment's thought, Lin Quan turned around and started targeting silver carp instead.

After readjusting the bait and seeing that no one was around, he slipped into Earth.

"An 8.1-meter Han Ding threaded steel rod, which would have wobbled if I carried it in my previous life, now it's like whipping a willow branch when I lift it."

He pinched a ball of bait, flicked his wrist, and the rod tip trembled slightly. Every ten seconds or so, he lifted, refilled, and cast again, his movements as swift as clapping.

After working for more than half an hour, the float suddenly plunged headfirst into the water and disappeared!

Lin Quan's right arm tightened, the rod hummed, and the fishing line stretched into a bright white arc, making a squeaking sound.

"The river is teeming with fish, like a bustling market, but the fishing gear is too crude, and those who understand electricity are even rarer—you can count the number of electricians in the entire factory on your fingers."

Battery banks? Not even a glimpse of them; borrowing power from an extension cord? One slip and you're dead on the riverbank; hauling nets and tugboats? As slow as an ox climbing a hill, the fish are long gone; casting nets to the bottom? You'd probably wake someone up before the net even turns around.