Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As soon as I arrived at the tollbooth, I encountered a routine inspection.

The first few vehicles were stopped for being overloaded, and the drivers received tickets.

Lin Quan showed his identification, the wheels turned slightly, and he drove away, raising a cloud of dust.

Actually, his car was packed full – the back seats and trunk were completely filled, but the passenger seat was empty.

Haizhou, Chen's Jewelry Store, office.

Chen Shiyan looked down at her slightly protruding belly, her eyes heavy and her heart filled with turmoil.

"Why hasn't that womanizing guy come looking for me yet?"

"He doesn't even know who I am, where am I supposed to find him?"

"Should we... make a phone call?"

After thinking for a moment, she put her phone back in her bag.

In a corner café, Nie Xiaoyu and Liu Qian sat facing each other.

"One million, and you're out," Nie Xiaoyu said calmly.

"One and a half million, get out of the way," Liu Qian immediately retorted.

"Alright, let's see how it goes," Nie Xiaoyu said.

"Afraid of you?" Liu Qian scoffed.

"Xiaoqian, you're only twenty-three, you have a long road ahead of you, Brother Quan is really not right for you."

"You're only a year older than me, what are you pretending to be an expert for?" Liu Qian rolled her eyes. "What makes you think you can compare to Brother Quan?"

"Judging from your tone, you sound like you've already won," Nie Xiaoyu sneered.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you anymore," Liu Qian suddenly said.

"You agree to withdraw?" Nie Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.

"Keep dreaming." Liu Qian said irritably.

"So what exactly do you want?" Nie Xiaoyu frowned.

"Brother Quan is twenty-seven this year, and he'll be twenty-eight next year. When he goes back this time, his family will definitely arrange blind dates for him. Whoever makes the first move will have the upper hand—neither of us should miss out."

"I can't be bothered to think that much. Brother Quan? Hmph, he'll still be completely under my control." Nie Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"What if he's married? Would you still pursue him?" Liu Qian asked, turning her head to the side.

"So what if he's married?" Nie Xiaoyu retorted immediately after finishing her sentence, "And what about you? If he marries someone else, you're just going to walk away?"

"Leave? What's the point of leaving?" Liu Qian shrugged, her tone straightforward. "It's just adding one more pair of chopsticks, isn't it?"

After driving for several hours, Lin Quan pulled into a service area.

"This place is both overcharging and the food is terrible. Let's find something to eat at the next exit."

He glanced at the greasy lunch boxes in the window, then turned around and drove away.

After getting off the highway, we found a roadside restaurant and ordered twice-cooked pork, steamed pork ribs with rice flour, and stir-fried lettuce.

After a hearty meal and warm drinks, we set off again, heading straight for Chongqing.

"It's over 1,700 kilometers, I definitely won't make it tonight. I'll find a service area to take a nap later, and I'll be home before 8 a.m. tomorrow."

I sneaked in late at night, afraid of waking my parents—they always went to bed early.

At 10 p.m., the car came to a smooth stop in the service area.

He bought a bag of braised beef and two pieces of dried tofu, ate a bottle of mineral water to fill his stomach, and then closed his eyes and sat quietly, silently observing the image of Pangu creating the world.

As soon as the alarm rang, he got out of the car and practiced a set of Xingyi Five Elements Fist in the open space. His punches were steady and his movements were clean and decisive. Then he set off again.

"At four in the morning, there were still about two hundred kilometers to go—I could easily get home by eight."

With the year-end approaching, the traffic on the highway is as dense as a market.

"We're almost in the main urban area of ​​Chongqing. A few dozen kilometers ahead is Longshan County."

Longshan County, formerly known as Longshan Prefecture, was once the seat of a prefecture.

Lin Quan's hometown, Baoshan Town, is under its jurisdiction.

Baoshan Town relies on the mountains for its livelihood: the foundation stones used for building houses and the large bluestones used for constructing tombs all come from here...

The town is surrounded by green mountains on all sides, and there are coal, limestone and river sand buried underneath.

Unfortunately, Zhongjia Village is located in the heart of the town, with no mountains or mines nearby, leaving it helpless despite its abundant mountain resources.

Years ago, the people of Baoshan Town, who lived at the foot of the mountain, were so hungry that they had to eat tree bark; now, their pockets are so full that they could fit an entire street in them. Just from resource dividends, they earn at least tens of thousands a year, and some even earn three or four hundred thousand.

"It's only been a year since I've been back, and I almost don't recognize my hometown anymore."

Standing at the exit and looking towards the town, Lin Quan's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

After leaving the highway and passing through the town, the main street was newly paved with asphalt, the roller shutters were replaced with stainless steel, and even the old supply and marketing cooperative had a sign for taking photos with internet celebrities.

But his family didn't buy a house in the town, nor did they settle down in the county town; their old house is still on that loess slope in Zhongjia Village.

Over 90% of the residents of Zhongjia Village are surnamed Zhong, while the Lin family are migrants from Yuezhou who moved there at the end of the previous dynasty.

Back then, several emperors massacred the people of Sichuan, leaving nine out of ten houses empty and corpses strewn across the land. Later, the imperial court recruited people to register their household registration, and people from all directions gradually settled here.

During the Zhenkang era, only about 90,000 people remained in the entire Sichuan region—the vast land of abundance was so desolate that the howling of wolves could be heard.

Without the massive "Hunan-Guangdong-Sichuan migration" that followed, the population of Sichuan today would probably not even reach 80 million.

Today, the ancestors of most people in Sichuan Province came from all over the country.

Because the immigrants from Hubei, Hunan, and Guangdong provinces were the largest and most deeply rooted, this matter became widely known and recorded in historical texts.

People from all over the country have settled down, singing in a mix of dialects, celebrating festivals together, and even creating new flavors in different cuisines.

Among the eight major cuisines, Sichuan cuisine stands out—not because it is the spiciest, but because it is the most tolerant: it can handle sweet, salty, sour, and numbing flavors, as well as coarse and fine dishes, meat and vegetables.

Of course, some people support Shandong cuisine, while others prefer Cantonese cuisine.

However, if people were to actually vote, Sichuan cuisine would undoubtedly rank first, surpassing the other seven.

It has the intensity of boiled fish and the tranquility of boiled cabbage in clear broth; it has the speed of Mapo tofu and the skill of Kung Pao chicken.

Zhongjia Village is only two kilometers away from the town center. The village road is wide, more than five meters wide, and the asphalt is brand new.

As soon as Lin Quan turned onto this road, he spotted Zhong Zhikai—squatting by the roadside repairing a motorcycle.

He pulled over, rolled down the window, and called out, "Cousin!"

"Ah Quan? You're really back!" Zhong Zhikai looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Get in the car," Lin Quan said.

Zhong Zhikai shook the oil off his hands, opened the passenger door, and got in. Turning his head, he saw the overflowing luggage in the back seat and grinned, "Wow, did you bring the whole company back?"

"It's rare for me to come back empty-handed," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"Two cases of cigarettes? You'll get scolded by my mom later, and I won't protect you from that." Zhong Zhikai winked.

"They forced it on me, I didn't take any money. Even if my mom finds out, she'll just grumble a bit—she knows exactly what's going on." Lin Quan waved his hand.

"Ah Quan, how much did you earn this year?" Zhong Zhikai suddenly asked seriously.

Lin Quan took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, handed it over, and said, "More than ten million."

"So many?" Chung Chih-kai was stunned.

"I bought a house in Haizhou and transferred more than three million yuan to my parents..." Lin Quan said while lighting a cigarette.

In Chongqing, acquaintances don't say "working" but rather "helping out".