Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The days of hunger were etched into his bones. To fill his stomach, he raided bird nests, dug snake holes, and stepped on field ridges to catch frogs, caring nothing for any living creatures.

Before white cranes were listed as protected species, he would chase after them with a slingshot, drag them back, and braise them. When frogs weren't protected by law, he would catch half a bucketful, sell them for a few pocket money, and chop the rest up, mix it with chili peppers, and stir-fry it until fragrant.

In Lin Quan's eyes, human life is precious, while other animals are nothing more than a piece of meat, a piece of skin, and a set of bones.

Suturing blood vessels is more than ten times more difficult than suturing skin and flesh.

Fortunately, his hands didn't shake, his eyes didn't blur, and he had years of experience in removing and suturing sutures, so he learned vascular anastomosis very quickly.

He had plenty of materials to practice with, and needles and thread were readily available—as the helmsman of replicating the Earth, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Dog meat, cooked three times, is so delicious even immortals can't resist! Black dog, highly nutritious, let's drag it back and stew it into soup!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan strode forward and kicked out, sending the black dog, weighing several dozen kilograms, flying more than ten meters into the air.

It landed without uttering a sound, its four legs buckling as it instantly stiffened.

With a flash of the scalpel, the skin was peeled, bones removed, internal organs removed, limbs severed and pieces cut off—all in less than three minutes, the entire dog was clean and tidy.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Quan had already flashed back to the courtyard house.

After driving around for a while, I found about 30 pounds of fresh dog meat in the trunk.

"Wait for Yuzhu to come back and cook. Me cooking? That would be a complete waste of good ingredients."

He glanced at his watch, slumped onto the sofa, took out his Huawei phone, and opened a surgical suturing video, studying it repeatedly.

Traditional Chinese medicine surgery has long been in decline, while Western medical techniques are useful in many ways.

Having a unique skill means you're guaranteed to make a profit no matter how you look at it.

If a family member falls ill and you have nothing to offer, you can only worry and watch helplessly.

Having a photographic memory, it would be unreasonable not to learn more real skills.

It was just past 4:30 in the afternoon when He Yuzhu carried a shiny old hen into the yard.

"Yuzhu, buying chickens again?" Lin Quan asked with a smile.

"My wife is weak, she needs some nourishment." He Yuzhu grinned.

"Good stuff, hurry up and put it in the pot." Lin Quan handed over the dog meat.

"Dog meat?" He Yuzhu was taken aback.

"Hmm." Lin Quan raised an eyebrow. "In a few months, you'll be holding a baby again."

"Hehe." He Yuzhu scratched his head and grinned foolishly. Every time he thought of Xu Damao's livid face, he couldn't help but smile.

Evening, the He family courtyard.

"Yuzhu's cooking is still the best. The food in the cafeteria is inedible." Yi Zhonghai picked up a piece of chicken and nodded repeatedly.

"Uncle, you're about to retire, aren't you?" He Yuzhu raised his glass in a toast.

"I'll be leaving the year after next," Yi Zhonghai said in a low voice.

"Uncle, now that you're retired, what are your plans?" Lin Quan chimed in.

"It's still uncertain." Yi Zhonghai shook his head, his eyes somewhat vacant.

In the countryside, as long as the elderly are still able to walk, they can still work in the fields; but in the city, once retired, they can neither set up stalls nor open shops, and when they are idle, they don't know where to stand.

After a few drinks and a meal, Lin Quan got up and went home.

Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu had prepared hot water in advance, and served him from both sides as he took a comfortable bath.

The free-range chickens from Earth Star are oily, fragrant, and bursting with freshness with every bite.

Lin Quan was thinking of simply setting aside a piece of forest on the replica of Earth and raising a batch of Earth Star chickens.

In my past life, those chickens were raised into fat, fast-growing broiler chickens, weighing seven or eight pounds. Their meat was tough and bland, and they couldn't even taste the chicken aroma.

After waking up, finishing his morning exercise, and having breakfast, Lin Quan drove out.

After spending most of the day wandering around the surrounding rural areas, he managed to collect more than 300 chicks with still-damp down.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he raised his hand and waved it, and the lively chicks on the car instantly disappeared without a trace, all of them moved into the replica Earth.

The following morning, Lin Quan was alone at home when he stepped into the replica Earth once again.

Where would be a suitable place to raise over 300 chicks?

After a moment's thought, he made the decision: throw everything into the South Korean peninsula.

"Raising chickens on an entire peninsula is grand, spacious, and has a touch of exoticism."

He headed straight to the airport, boarded, started the engine, and taxied—he piloted a Boeing 737, carrying over three hundred chirping chicks, and roared towards South Korea.

"In ancient times there was Korean ginseng, now there's Korean chicken, wonderful!"

They found a van, loaded it with over three hundred fluffy chicks, and headed straight for the countryside of Nangaoli.

Whether you can take root and grow into a forest depends entirely on your own fate.

Over the next few days, Lin Quan tirelessly scoured various places, successively collecting Gaoli ducks, Gaoli geese, Gaoli cattle, Gaoli pigs, Gaoli sheep... leaving nothing out.

"Let's go check out the internationally renowned radiation cow."

He went straight to Namgoli Airport and casually towed away a retired passenger plane.

More than three hours later, the plane landed in Japan.

We rented a local car, searched for the coordinates of the production area online, and drove straight to the ranch.

"Is this the legendary snowflake-radiated cow?"

He stared at the cow's back, which was gleaming faintly in the pen, and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​taking a bite. He glanced down at his watch, and then vanished in a flash.

It's almost 4:30—Jingru and the others should be off work by now.

The next morning, he set foot on Earth again.

"A ghost shrine? First, pour water, then oil, and finally set it on fire."

Leaping onto the roof, the weight seemed to drop by more than a pound as the toes touched the ground.

He rolled over and landed, then took two cans of gasoline out of the car.

"I set the rules on my own turf. The Ghost Society should have been burned to ashes long ago."

They poured oil onto the memorial tablets of Tu Yuanfei and others one by one, their movements swift and efficient.

Then he pulled out a pistol and aimed it steadily at an oil drum.

"Why didn't it explode? Was the angle wrong?"

He frowned, put away his gun, took out a lighter, lit a wooden sign soaked in gasoline, and flicked his wrist, sending a ball of fire arcing into the yard.

Flames roared up, tongues of fire swirling, and in less than ten minutes, the entire Ghost Society was engulfed in a crimson inferno.

Lin Quan stood on the slope a hundred meters away, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinting at the billowing smoke of the ruins, his expression relaxed and his breathing calm.

"Enough. The outcome is already decided. Why waste time guarding the ashes?"

He jumped into the car, turned around, and drove towards his next destination.

"We need to learn lock picking—we can't always rely on excavators to break things down."

Sure enough, he pried open the heavy steel door of the vault and spent more than half an hour working on it with an excavator.

"Thirty-odd tons of gold is enough to stir up trouble in Hong Kong."

"I heard the Federal Reserve Bank has several thousand tons of gold stored in its underground vaults? I'll explore that another time."

"Diamonds are harder on Earth, so I'll bring some back while I'm at it."

For the next two weeks, he spent his days sweeping across Japan, relentlessly plundering and looting.

"With over three thousand ancient prescriptions, my luck isn't bad at all."

"All are high-definition originals, every word is clear, truly a treasure to guard your home."

"We shouldn't miss out on taking Japan's cutting-edge technology data for free."

After copying all the prescriptions, he left Japan and plunged into the world of programming.

However, most of the data was encrypted, and given his level of expertise at the time, he could only stare blankly at it.