Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Madam Jia immediately looked up: "What does Jingru want with you?"

"Look how tight our family's finances are. I had to beg and plead with him before he finally agreed to take me fishing," Qin Huairu said naturally.

"Oh my, this is such a good thing!" A smile spread across Jia Zhangshi's face.

"They'll take the lion's share, and I'll take 30%."

"If you're lucky, you can earn more than twenty yuan in half a day!" Jia Zhangshi rubbed her hands together, her eyes shining.

The next morning, Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu both took leave, carrying bamboo baskets, and followed Lin Quan to the riverbank.

Lin Quan demonstrated as he prepared the bait, and the two of them quickly got the hang of it, casting, lifting, and reeling in the line with practiced ease.

And they were lucky; in less than half an incense stick's time, the first silver carp pulled the float to its deepest point!

One after another, silvery scales fluttered and leaped ashore, then were all thrown into the tricycle bed, splashing water everywhere.

The Third Machinery Factory has 10,000 employees. Even if they bring in hundreds of kilograms of fish a day, let alone thousands, the canteen and cooking staff would be scrambling to get them, and the residential area would be overflowing with people queuing up to buy them.

"The truck is full, I'll make one delivery first."

Lin Quan hopped on his tricycle and sped off, unloading all the fish into the factory's aquatic product warehouse.

When he returned to the riverbank, he had already re-formed the bait ball. With a flick of his wrist, the fishing line drew a silver arc and fell steadily into the water.

After a full day of hard work, they set up a stall to sell fish five times, bringing back more than 400 yuan in cash.

"Sister Qin, here's your share." Lin Quan handed over 120 yuan, the banknotes still warm from his palm.

"So many?" Qin Huairu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if licked by a flame.

"The market is booming today; I sold nearly four hundred fish alone." Lin Quan smirked.

"Then I'll go back to the Jia family's house to cook!" She raised her eyebrows and stepped lightly out of the courtyard gate.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Jia Zhangshi greeted her, her hand already outstretched before she could even speak: "How much did you get?"

"You're in your early fifties, Mom. Here's ten yuan for you." Qin Huairu deftly pulled out a ten-yuan note.

"Only ten yuan?" Jia Zhangshi's face fell immediately.

"I want to save some money to buy a tricycle..." Qin Huairu said calmly, but with an unwavering determination.

"Yes, having a car is convenient—the more trips you make, the more work you get, and the more money you make." Jia Zhangshi's expression immediately changed, and she nodded vigorously.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening when Qin Jingru arrived at the door under the moonlight and got straight to the point: "Sister, let's discuss where to fish tomorrow?"

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit." Qin Huairu turned and left.

"Go ahead, go ahead!" Jia Zhangshi couldn't be happier; the louder her daughter-in-law argued, the brighter the fire in the stove and the thicker the bowls would burn.

After six days of fishing, I earned a measly two thousand yuan.

After deducting Qin Huairu's share, Lin Quan and Qin Jingru still had more than 1,500 yuan left.

The people in the compound were practically staring at him, but they were just anxious and helpless.

If Lin Quan doesn't take them fishing, who would dare to force their way in?

Want to buy fish bait? Seeing Lin Quan's cold, indifferent face, he didn't even have the courage to speak.

Selling wild boar meat and fresh fish, even if someone complains and reports it, at most you'll get a scolding.

But fish bait is a real commodity, and if it gets reported to the industry and commerce authorities, we'll probably be in trouble.

After dinner, Qin Jingru gathered the money under the lamp and counted it carefully: "Brother Quan, we now have more than three thousand one hundred."

"Once we've raised five thousand, we'll build a new house for your parents," Lin Quan said with a confident smile.

"I'll go get my cousin!" Qin Jingru turned and ran.

Lin Quan smiled gently as he watched her retreating figure—in these past few years, with its turbulent winds and waves, living a down-to-earth life is the strongest source of confidence.

Although Director Li of Bajie doesn't show off his abilities, he is reliable and hardworking.

Lin Quan, with a replica of the Milky Way in his hand and a treasure bowl around his waist, and being a transmigrator, why would he bow his head and bend his back to make a living?

Not long after, Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu entered the house together.

"Sister Qin, are you going fishing again tomorrow?" Lin Quan asked, looking up at her.

"Not going? Only an idiot wouldn't go!" Qin Huairu blurted out.

"The canteen at the Third Machinery Factory is overflowing with fish; they're not taking any more," Lin Quan said, shrugging.

"There are seven factories in the west of the city. Which of their canteens doesn't lack fresh produce?" Qin Huairu understood immediately.

"Whether you go tomorrow or not depends on your performance tonight," Lin Quan winked.

"You just like to tease me!" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him, but her eyes were curved into a smile.

The three sat around chatting for over an hour before finally deciding: to go fishing as usual tomorrow.

In the following days, Lin Quan led Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu straight to the deep mountains outside the city, specifically looking for wild boar dens.

He took down two large wild boars at once, dragged them back to the city, and made a profit of several hundred yuan.

In the quiet, secluded mountains and forests, one can speak and act entirely according to one's true feelings, without needing to put on airs or hide anything.

Once we've saved up 6,000, we'll take out 5,000 to build a house for Qin Shijie.

Five thousand dollars these days is enough to build a bright and sturdy brick house with upturned eaves that can catch the sun.

Lin Quan then shut himself away from visitors, either quietly reading books or sneaking off to Earth to do some new things.

Until the start of the new semester, he never touched a fishing rod again, nor did he go into the mountains.

He wasn't in a hurry, but Madam Jia was already getting restless.

Every night, as soon as the dishes were set down, she would urge Qin Huairu: "Go ask Lin Quan if we're going to hunt wild boar again tomorrow? Or go fishing?"

Even if she only catches two or three fish a day, she can still get two or three yuan—for her, money is her lifeline, and Jia Geng is her pillar of support.

Money provides for three meals a day and clothes for all four seasons; Jia Geng carries on the Jia family's legacy.

A married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; these days, sons are valued more than daughters, and grandsons are ten times more precious than granddaughters.

In the entire compound, the old man and his wife always spoke to Xu Damao with a slight bow, because they had no children to call them father or mother.

Lin Quan had been married for more than half a year, but there was no sign of pregnancy, and he didn't care at all.

For every gain, there is something to let go of.

From the moment the treasure bowl recognized him as its master, his soul was immortal, and life and death were merely a matter of turning the page again; without the entanglement of descendants, he felt completely at ease.

Upon seeing her daughter-in-law enter, Jia Zhangshi immediately looked up and asked, "Did you get the result? Did he really agree to pick up the fish tomorrow?"

"He said it's too stuffy right now, and he'll accompany me to the hospital when it's cooler in the mornings and evenings," Qin Huairu replied softly.

"It's not even thirty degrees yet, and he's already complaining about the heat? How can he even open his mouth like that!" Jia Zhangshi snorted, her face full of impatience.

"He's been reading books every day lately..." Qin Huairu began to explain.

"Keep urging her! Making money is the real business. Can books feed you?" Before she finished speaking, Jia Zhangshi turned over and pulled the quilt over her head. In an instant, snoring began.

Qin Huairu felt as heavy as if she were filled with lead; her eyelids drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep in less than five minutes.

The Lin family home, master bedroom.

After another half hour of fussing, Lin Quan closed his eyes contentedly.

When he woke up, the morning light was just shining through the window. He first did a set of boxing, which made his muscles and bones feel relaxed and his blood and qi flow smoothly. Then he sat down in the kitchen and waited for his wife to cook.

The day before, he had tested his strength on Earth—a bucket of glue, weighing over 970 kilograms net, and nearly a ton including the bucket and basket, which he could carry with gritted teeth.