Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Xiao'e, no matter what others say, He Yang is still Yuzhu's flesh and blood." Lin Quan spoke, his tone calm yet weighty.

"He Yang is the child I carried for ten months and gave birth to." Lou Xiao'e's voice was cold and hard, like a brick just taken out of the kiln.

"If it weren't for He Yang, why would you and your current husband have so many conflicts?" Lin Quan added.

"This is a private matter for the Lou family, it's none of your business to interfere." Lou Xiao'e raised her eyelids, her words sharp enough to scrape rust off iron.

"I want to bring He Yang back to the capital." He Yuzhu suddenly looked up, his voice low but each word clear.

"You? You rely on your meager salary?" Lou Xiao'e scoffed. "Thirty-eight yuan and sixty-five cents, how many kilograms of rice can that buy?"

"Xiao'e, don't use the old almanac as a mirror—Yuzhu is now the head of a condiment factory, earning over 120 yuan a month. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation in Beijing are much cheaper than in Hong Kong," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Silly Zhu, don't even think about getting in the door, let alone taking He Yang away." Lou Xiao'e said resolutely, her eyes fixed on He Yuzhu's face like nails. He Yang was the apple of her eye, the hope she had held onto for half her life, and no one could take him away.

"Ah Quan, let's go." He Yuzhu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned and stepped towards the door.

"Really don't want it anymore?" Lin Quan asked, turning to the side.

"Xiao'e, I'm entrusting my son to your care—if he gets thin, feels wronged, or cries for his father at night, no matter how you try to stop me, I will personally take him away next time I come back." Before he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, strode out the door, his back taut like a fully drawn bow.

He Yuzhu, who usually works quietly and never argues, is as tough as steel.

Since things had come to this, Lin Quan didn't try to persuade him any further and quickly chased after him.

In fact, with just a little effort, He Yang could have left the Lou family.

But Lin Quan didn't offer any help—this was a matter for his own father to decide.

Days pass like the receding tide; a dozen days or so are gone in the blink of an eye.

Less than seven days after the first batch of one million cans of seasoning arrived in Hong Kong, the shelves were completely empty, with not even a crumb left at the bottom of the bottles.

With its large population and vast territory, Nanxing could easily swallow this million cans of liquor, much like drinking a bowl of herbal tea.

At first, it was only supplied to restaurants, tea restaurants, and hotels; but after a few days, Hong Kong residents rushed to stock up on it, and it was set up in wet markets, grocery stores, and night market stalls.

A pound of seasoning enhances the flavor of stir-fries, makes rice more palatable, and is even irresistibly delicious as a dipping sauce.

The current exchange rate is 100 Hong Kong dollars to 120 Yanhuang coins.

One million cans, which translates to HK$1.25 million – a lump sum of cash.

The first order had barely been placed when a new one arrived. Lin Quan, eager to return home, grabbed He Yuzhu, Liu Dong, and Zhang Qiang and boarded a flight back to Beijing.

Longfei settled the payment for the second batch of two million cans on the spot; once the goods arrived in Shenzhou, people from Nanxing took them away.

Inside the cabin, Lin Quan said softly, "Yuzhu, don't get stuck on this. You have a son, so the He family line will continue."

"It's a pity... Xiao'e is already married." He Yuzhu looked at the clouds outside the window, his voice a little hoarse.

"Even if she's not married yet, can you still marry her back?" Lin Quan asked rhetorically.

"That's true." He nodded, his brow relaxing slightly.

"Find someone as soon as you get back to Beijing—you're a factory manager now, earning nearly two hundred a month, with a stable character and good skills. Is it difficult to find a young and capable girl?" Lin Quan joked with a smile.

"Mm," he replied readily. After waiting for more than two years, it was all for nothing. It was time to live for himself for once.

After the plane landed at Beijing Airport, the four of them took a car straight to the factory area.

In less than a month, they made a net profit of more than three million Hong Kong dollars, making their accounts look incredibly lucrative.

The cost is extremely low—less than two cents per can; yet the profit is substantial. With two million cans, the gross profit easily exceeds three million.

Before leaving, Lin Quan had a long private conversation with Long Fei, asking him to send someone to promote the seasonings overseas—specifically targeting foreigners who frequently travel internationally.

Currently, the condiment factory only has two customers: Xingguo Dix Company and Longfei of Xiangjiang Nanxing.

Currently, the market has only expanded to Singapore and Hong Kong, but it can actually reach the United States, Taiwan, Taiwan, and even further afield.

Send your own people to explore the market? You're lacking in manpower, connections, and expertise.

Instead of making a mess of things, it's better to entrust this matter to Nan Hing—they've been in Hong Kong for decades, have deep connections, strictly adhere to the rules, and rank among the top three in the triads.

A jar of seasoning that costs a little over a dollar is ridiculously expensive in 90% of China, but overseas, ordinary wage earners buy it without batting an eye.

The stronger the exports, the more foreign exchange is earned, and the more powerful the country becomes. Lin Quan was delighted and couldn't wait for this to happen.

He didn't take a single penny, and he wasn't after any profit.

For him, making money was as easy as picking fruit with a wave of his hand.

Lin Quan had just stepped into the condiment factory and was about to turn back to the courtyard when Director Li grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

A recently replaced second-generation CNC machine tool suddenly broke down. The experienced workers in the workshop spent a long time fiddling with it, but they still couldn't figure out the problem.

Lin Quan lifted the cover of the electrical cabinet and glanced at it. Sure enough, several surface-mount capacitors were loose, and the solder joints were weak and whitish. He used tweezers to pick them up, heated them with a soldering iron, and restored them to their original condition in less than three minutes.

"Ah Quan, don't mind the thin bills." Director Li called out towards the door, and the accountant immediately handed over two hundred yuan, the brand-new bills still smelling of ink.

"That's enough." Lin Quan didn't even count the number of items before putting the bag in his pocket and turning to leave.

Back in the courtyard house, I pushed open the door and leaned my suitcase against the bed in the master bedroom.

Before leaving Hong Kong, he secretly returned to Earth and brought back a bunch of things, saying to others that he had bought them at a department store in Causeway Bay.

"Stockings, stiletto heels... Sister Qin and Jingru will definitely stand out when they wear these."

Shaking off the fleeting thoughts in his mind, Lin Quan once again flashed back to Earth.

They meticulously searched for the resumes of renowned veteran Chinese medicine doctors, accurately identifying several respected elders with extensive manuscripts, and worked through the night to copy their medical case notes and prescription notes.

Although he has a solid foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, he is still far from being able to truly sit in the clinic and diagnose patients with uncanny accuracy.

Since I'm free anyway, I might as well spend some more time studying medical books.

"I'll delve into Western surgical medicine once I reach a bottleneck in my medical practice."

Clearing his mind of distractions, he sank into the sofa and casually flipped open a yellowed old notebook.

The handwriting was crooked and messy, yet it was densely filled with real medical records: tongue appearance, pulse, drug reactions, changes before and after treatment...

"As expected of a master at saving lives, even a late-stage tumor was brought to a standstill—but Traditional Chinese Medicine doesn't use the word 'cancer,' it only refers to stagnation and accumulation, qi stagnation and blood stasis..."

He closed the book, tossed it on the ground, and pulled out another one to continue reading.

At 3:50 p.m., Lin Quan took a knife and slaughtered two fat geese.

"All the ingredients are ready, we're just waiting for Yuzhu to come back and start cooking."

Before he finished speaking, He Yuzhu stepped through the courtyard gate as the bell rang.

As usual, dinner was eaten at the He family's house. After dinner, Lin Quan strolled home.