Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Make some stewed pig's trotters for Jingru and Sister Qin to help them replenish their energy."

As soon as Qin Jingru got on her bike and left, Lin Quan locked the doors and windows and slipped into Earth.

They went straight to the slaughterhouse and picked up more than twenty fresh pig trotters.

He casually picked up a few spices, including star anise, cinnamon, and bay leaves, and then turned back to Earth.

Clean the pot thoroughly, fill it with water, add the spices, and then throw in the chopped pig's trotters all at once.

"Sprinkle with three spoonfuls of salt, simmer over low heat for a full hour, take it out and fry until crispy, then braise and reduce the sauce."

After about ten minutes, skim off the foam, cover the pot, and continue simmering.

"It's cooked to perfection, tender and not greasy, and the aroma is so enticing it goes straight into your nose—I'll try a couple at noon."

The rich aroma wafted into the Jia family courtyard, and Jia Zhangshi couldn't sit still any longer. She picked up an empty bowl and strolled over.

"Aunt Zhang, is something the matter?" Lin Quan pretended to have just noticed, with a polite smile on her face. Logically speaking, she was Qin Huairu's mother-in-law, and Qin Huairu was Qin Jingru's cousin, so they could be considered half family.

"Ah Quan, what are you cooking? It looks so tempting!" Jia Zhangshi squinted, her face full of curiosity.

"It's braised pig's trotters for Jingru," Lin Quan said frankly.

Fearing she would pester him, I simply sent out a few portions to save trouble.

More than twenty pig trotters, weighing at least thirty-five or thirty-six pounds.

He picked up a long-handled ladle and deftly ladled out three large bowls.

"Aunt Zhang, please take a bowl home."

He handed over one bowl, and sent the other two bowls to the deaf old lady's house and the old lady's house, respectively.

Back at the Jia family home, Jia Zhangshi swallowed hard, thinking of her precious grandson Banggeng who was still growing, and forced herself to swallow her saliva before grabbing a cornbread and starting to eat it.

That's flour made from whole corn kernels, without sifting or removing the husks, so it's full of coarse residue when you chew it.

I made do with a thin porridge, a mouthful of cornbread, and a sip of rice water for lunch.

The pig's trotters were drained, fried until golden brown, and then braised to color. Lin Quan tried two pieces and found them delicious and savory.

Then he went back to Earth and put the disassembled CNC lathe back into place piece by piece.

He has an excellent memory, and to practice his skills, he has disassembled bicycles, motorcycles, and cars several times over.

Lately, I've been focusing on CNC lathes, disassembling and assembling them repeatedly until I'm quite proficient.

"Huh? Why are there three extra screws?"

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly realized—the last time he installed a bearing cap backwards, the extra hole was just enough to hold these three nails in place.

I disassembled it again, adjusted its position, and screwed the screws back in tightly.

Hearing the courtyard gate creak, he slipped and darted back into the bedroom.

Qin Jingru pushed open the door and came in, smiling as she called out, "Brother Quan."

He had a few drinks with He Yuzhu at dinner, and two hours later he called Qin Huairu over for an extra meal.

She stayed at the Lin family's house for over an hour, then left satisfied, carrying a large basin of glossy, reddish-brown pig's trotters.

The next morning, Lin Quan was bored out of his mind and decided to do something practical.

"Without Yuan Longping, grain production would be stuck at a bottleneck..."

He spent three or four days renting more than two mu of paddy fields and more than two mu of dry land in Qinjiacun.

The plan is to try planting high-yield rice and high-yield wheat there.

The rent was generous, and the purpose of the payment was perfectly legitimate, so no one in the village said a word.

Even if someone is jealous and reports it, they can't find fault with it—the fields are arable land, and the grain is regular grain; who can stop people from growing food to eat?

With the complete set of technologies left behind by Yuan Longping's team on Earth, cultivating high-yield crops is as easy for him as stir-frying vegetables.

"It's already autumn, so now is the only time to sow winter wheat; rice will have to wait until spring to be planted."

It took more than half a month to go through piles of agricultural technology manuals and test reports.

Once the technical difficulties were overcome, Lin Quan sowed high-yield winter wheat seeds in the rented dry land before the first frost.

"The original winter wheat on Earth yields over 1,500 catties per mu; the soil here is less fertile, but it shouldn't be difficult to reliably get 1,000 catties per mu."

After entrusting his parents-in-law to look after the wheat seedlings, Lin Quan retreated back to his old courtyard house in the city, closed the gate, and enjoyed his solitude.

The wind and sand were strong and the noise was loud outside. Unless necessary, he preferred to stay indoors reading books or explore the replica world to come up with new ideas.

Lin Quan, who grew up in the countryside, knows all too well how tough life is in rural areas these days.

The grain they planted, working from dawn till dusk, was barely enough to feed themselves after the grain tax was paid.

Steam a pot of sweet potatoes or potatoes, adding so little salt that it's barely enough to make a proper meal; just boil some water and it's considered a proper meal.

Sometimes when the rice jar was empty, we would pick some shepherd's purse and purslane to cook a pot of soup, and the whole family would gather around the stove to share it, which was enough to satisfy our hunger.

Going up the mountain to chase wild boars or trap pheasants? Eight out of ten times you come back empty-handed. Even if you occasionally catch a glimpse of them, they usually disappear without a trace.

Going to the fields to catch fish? The oil jars are cleaner than your face, and the stewed fish smells terrible, making it hard to even chew.

Everyone was rushing into the fields, but how many lively little creatures were left in those puddles and muddy ditches?

Rivers are teeming with fish, but you have to be skilled at catching them—you have to endure broken nets, snapped rods, and leaky boats.

Fishing with earthworms? Small, noisy fish will bite the hook, and after a whole day of work, you'll only bring back two or three pounds, not even enough to weigh on the scale.

If we could spread high-yield grain varieties, we could not only solve the hunger problem for millions of people, but also make a name for ourselves on Earth.

After the wheat was harvested, Lin Quan would make a trip to Qinjiacun every few days.

Every time I visit, I always remember to bring something practical for my parents-in-law:

Sometimes it's two pairs of cloth shoes with thick soles, sometimes it's a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes and two bottles of Lao Baigan liquor...

When the mood strikes, one might casually snatch a few wild rabbits and two doves, then take them back to the village to add to a meat dish.

As time went on, he ate communal meals in Qin Family Village, and no one mentioned the food coupons anymore—they had long since treated him like family.

That morning, Lin Quan took Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu and headed straight to Qing Shi River Bay to fish.

I found a good spot with deep, dark water and a gentle, swirling current. I baited the hook, cast the line, and waited patiently... my movements were swift and fluid.

After a day of fishing, they sold over four hundred silver carp alone.

Qin Huairu received 120 yuan. She was quick and efficient, and didn't take a break the whole time.

Lin Quan felt completely relaxed and fell asleep immediately, sleeping soundly until the next day when it was broad daylight.

For the next few days, the three of them followed the same routine without fail: leaving home at cockcrow and returning under the stars, spending every day by the river.

After fishing for seven or eight days, he moved to the back mountain of Qin Family Village and set his sights on those wild boars that were running amok.

After nearly twenty days of turmoil, Linquan once again closed its doors to visitors.

By day, he practices boxing and studies history; by night, he crawls into a replica of Earth to practice disassembling and reassembling it.

"The fighter jet can be disassembled and restored; the repair skills are already at their peak."

"Next, I need to pick up my driving skills again—I can drive a car, but I've never actually handled a boat or an airplane."

After pondering it all night, he decided to tackle the aviation part first.

Mastering the skill of piloting an aircraft will allow you to truly travel at will in the future when you are traversing a replicated Earth.

The Earth created by the Treasure Bowl is unique to him. Whether he wants to fly a J-20 or a Y-20 is entirely up to him.

Driving to the aviation university, Lin Quan plunged into the data room, thoroughly studying the principles of flight, weather navigation, and avionics systems, page by page.

Relying on his ability to memorize things at a glance, he had thoroughly mastered the theoretical knowledge in just over a month.

"Jingru will be going back to school soon, come again tomorrow."