Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Whether it's this world or the scorched earth she traversed, in the end, what matters is always fists, willpower, and the weight held in the hands of the survivors.

Without overwhelming power, Lin Quan, despite his many plans, could only remain still for now. "I have no objections, I'll follow your arrangements..."

Once the thought was made up, Qiao Jingjing nodded decisively without even raising her eyelids.

Just as Lin Quan said, with her current skills, she could barely survive in the apocalypse, and a slight misstep could lead her into a horde of zombies.

The amount of rations that Lin Quan has just brought out is perfectly measured—not too much, not too little, just right.

If the amount is any less, it will have almost no effect on her combat power. Instead, she will have to bear the risk of running out of food and fight for her life in the horde of zombies to exchange for crystal cores.

But if there are more, the risk of exposure suddenly doubles—those old foxes lurking high in the ruins will pounce as soon as they smell the scent, and they won't be able to steal the food or escape unscathed!

Although the world of forests and springs is a backup plan, if we are truly targeted and restrained, every step we take from now on will be restricted and difficult!

"Next, while I was ransacking the vault for jewels, I also distributed the grain..."

She paused slightly, looked up and stared directly at Lin Quan, her eyes clear and resolute, and continued:

"We'll split the crystal cores we get 50/50."

The more stable you are, the more secure I feel behind you.

Lin Quan had just opened his mouth, about to say something, when Qiao Jingjing cut him off first: "It's settled then."

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more, only nodding slightly.

A moment later, he looked at her, a sudden smile playing on his lips, and teased, "So... I'm living off you?"

Qiao Jingjing glanced at him sideways and snorted lightly, "Oh? Getting picky now?"

Thump, thump, thump—

The knocking on the door suddenly began, the rhythm both urgent and deep.

"The people from the grain shop should have arrived. I'll go open the door."

Before Lin Quan finished speaking, he had already stood up and strode towards the front gate.

Halfway there, he suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Qiao Jingjing, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips:

"I might not be willing to eat someone else's rice."

"But Jingjing, I don't mind eating a few more meals of yours."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already darted out from under the corridor and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Jingjing paused for a moment before slowly closing her slightly parted lips, her gaze fixed on the corner where he had disappeared.

Swah——

The next moment, as if she suddenly remembered something, a thin blush spread across her cheeks without warning, burning from her ears all the way down to her jawline.

Having endured the apocalypse for so long, one has long since become indifferent to life and death; what has been forged in blood and fire is a cold, hard shell.

She had long been accustomed to being expressionless, and her heart was too lazy to beat even half a beat for anyone.

But Lin Quan arrived.

Their fates were intertwined, especially for her—though he wasn't good at fighting, he was her pillar of support, her anchor, and the only place where she could breathe a sigh of relief.

Unbeknownst to them, the ice shell cracked, and something warm was quietly seeping out from underneath.

The time-space mirror may have given her a push, but what truly moved her was stability itself.

One world is peaceful and tranquil, the other is littered with corpses;

In the past, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and forge ahead;

Now that there's a way out behind me, the thought that's been lingering in my mind involuntarily comes alive.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and suppressed her surging emotions.

When she walked to the front yard, she saw Lin Quan directing the grain shop assistants to unload heavy bags of rice and flour into the yard.

Thirty tons of grain—not alarming, but not easy either.

It took two whole hours of work before the last sack of burlap was finally placed safely on the ground.

"Young master, the thirty tons of new grain you ordered are all milled from the first harvest of rice this autumn. The grains are plump and there is absolutely no old grain mixed in."

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and stepped forward respectfully, his voice filled with extreme caution.

"Would you like to take a look?"

Lin Quan smiled, turned to Qiao Jingjing and raised his chin: "Jingjing, you inspect the goods, I'll pay the bill."

Lin Quan didn't make any unnecessary movements, only asking the shopkeeper to wait a moment before conveniently landing and counting out the equivalent of thirty tons of grain and small yellow croakers.

As soon as he stepped back into the front yard, Qiao Jingjing immediately nodded slightly to him.

"Deducting the deposit paid earlier, this is the final payment. Please take a look, shopkeeper."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan had already neatly arranged the small yellow croakers he had prepared and placed them next to the shopkeeper.

Without hesitation, the shopkeeper grabbed several pieces and examined them repeatedly—weighing them, checking their color, and identifying the sealing wax, being meticulous in every detail.

After confirming that everything was correct, his tense shoulders relaxed, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Genuine goods at fair prices, cash on delivery!"

"Young master, if you ever have any further requests, our grain shop will do its utmost to fulfill them!"

After a few pleasantries, the shopkeeper and his staff took their leave, their steps swift and decisive.

Lin Quan watched them walk away and slowly closed the courtyard gate.

He then signaled Qiao Jingjing to use her mental power to scan the surroundings to ensure that no one was spying on them and there were no unusual signs.

After she nodded to indicate that it was safe, Lin Quan raised his hand and waved, and the heavy bags of grain disappeared in the blink of an eye, all disappearing into the mirror space!

call--

The moment the thirty tons of grain were stored in the warehouse, he subconsciously let out a long breath.

Decades later, this amount of food rations wouldn't even make a splash.

But this was the early 1950s, and this was already a hard currency that could support a field regiment for half a month's rations!

Back then, there was no hybrid rice, and the yield per mu was only a hundred or so jin. You had to break a single grain of rice in half to count it.

Suddenly, Lin Quan's heart skipped a beat, his pupils contracted, and his eyes lit up.

"Hybrid rice..."

As he whispered the words, a flame seemed to ignite in his eyes.

The thought was there, and he didn't hesitate any longer. He turned to look at Qiao Jingjing, his gaze intense.

The two turned and walked towards the backyard. Before he could speak, Qiao Jingjing said first, "Speak your mind."

Seeing that she had anticipated this, Lin Quan simply skipped the preamble.

"Before the apocalypse, your technological level far surpassed ours."

"If it's convenient, could you allocate a batch of high-yield grain seeds, and... standard weapons suitable for this era?"

The two thoughts were the flashes of inspiration that had just appeared in his mind.

He was reborn with complete memories. Although he was in a parallel universe that merged many film and television worlds, the general trend was hard to change - the war to establish a nation was imminent and no one could get around it.

There's no need to crave cutting-edge technology; reliable equipment that can be mass-produced is enough to influence the course of the war.

Imagine: the indomitable spirit of our army, coupled with their effective weaponry, and the overwhelming firepower of a Katyusha...

Just imagining the scene in his mind, Lin Quan couldn't help but silently mourn for the seventeen-nation coalition on the other side for three seconds.

Not to mention, if high-yield grain seeds could have been planted in advance, countless fewer people would have starved to death during the great famine that swept through several provinces ten years later.

Food security ensures people's well-being, and people's well-being ensures national stability. This deal is not just a transaction, but a fulcrum for the leapfrog development of two worlds.

After listening, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of Qiao Jingjing's eyes.

"High-yield grain varieties, no problem."

"Although it was the end of the world where we were, agricultural breeding had already broken through the bottleneck before the virus outbreak."

"By flipping through old files, you can always find a few high-quality seed sources that are drought-resistant and lodging-resistant."

"As for weapons..."

She paused, her brow furrowing slightly, her expression hesitant.

Upon seeing this, Lin Quan immediately replied, "What I need is not your laser guns or railguns."

"But rather, real weapons that can be used, manufactured, and used right now."

"For example, standardized rifle ammunition, or—the complete set of blueprints for the Katyusha rocket launchers from the Russians back then."

Qiao Jingjing's breath hitched for a moment, then her brows relaxed, and she finally completely relaxed.

She nodded, her tone firm: "If that's all, then it's really no big deal."

For her now, the military-industrial complex of the 1950s is nothing more than common sense buried in an old archive—it's not even an "antique," at most an "old almanac."

Time slips silently through our fingers...

By the time the two of them finalized the matter, the daylight outside the window had already quietly turned dark.

Lin Quan glanced at the deepening twilight outside the courtyard, then his gaze returned to Qiao Jingjing's face.

"It's getting dark now, let me make you a room—would you like?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Jingjing softly replied, "Thank you for your trouble."