Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Before long, the maternal grandparents, maternal uncle and aunt, nephews and nieces all gathered over.

Upon hearing the news, villagers strolled over in twos and threes.

Lin Quan tore open a plastic bag and handed out cigarettes to everyone: "Here, have one."

In Zhongjia Village, almost every household is surnamed Zhong, and if you go back three generations, you can usually trace your lineage back to your maternal uncle's family.

"Ah Quan, my son..." Zhong Jianshan said, rubbing his hands together.

"Third Uncle, I'll definitely help if I can. Here's the deal—each household in the village will borrow one million, interest-free. They can pay it back if they make a profit, and if they lose, that's it. I won't pressure them." Lin Quan said calmly.

"I don't need to borrow money. If you could arrange a decent job for my son, I'd be happy to pay over ten thousand yuan." Zhong Jianshan was tempted, but he ultimately had no intention of incurring debt.

The middle-aged man who spoke to him was his maternal uncle's cousin, who lived in the next room.

All the Zhong families in the village trace their ancestry back to the branch of the maternal grandfather.

The countryside is different from the city: when there is a wedding or funeral, the whole village turns out; when someone is in trouble, their neighbors lend a helping hand.

I've lived in an apartment building with an elevator in the city for twenty years, and I still don't know the name of the person across the hall.

Even if each family loses a million, it's only a matter of tens of millions.

People in rural Southwest China value face and integrity, unlike in some other places where even borrowing money from relatives requires recording a video as evidence.

"Ah Quan, do you have any suitable jobs for my two kids?" Zhong Jianfei asked, leaning closer.

"Fifth Uncle, I've been thinking about this—why don't we set up a fish bait factory in our village?" Lin Quan's eyes lit up. "We can specialize in fish bait, using local materials, and we can also utilize the villagers."

With so many people fishing, the bait business is naturally booming.

Lin Quan's plan was very practical: he would spend his own money to widen the road connecting the village to the town; he would also build a fish bait factory, providing the formula and having his father manage it...

Having survived countless eras in the illusion, the skills he possesses can turn a flick of the wrist into mountains of gold and silver; making money is as easy as breathing.

Even if the fish bait factory earns tens of millions a year, it's just pocket change for him, something he can easily pick up in his spare time.

"Zhikai, Aquan and the others have returned to the village. Bring back plenty of braised vegetables," Zhong Jiancheng called out as he dialed the phone.

"Brother Jun, is there any space left at home?" Zhong Jianfei asked, peeking out.

"You've come all this way and you're pushing people out? There's not even enough room for a seat!" Lin Weijun said with a smile, waving his hand.

"We'll join in the fun too," Zhong Jianshan chimed in.

"I went to my father-in-law's house a couple of days ago and snagged a ham." Before Zhong Jianfei could finish speaking, he had already taken out his phone and made a call.

"Ah Quan, hand me a fishing rod." Zhong Jianshan reached out and took it.

"Brother, show off your good rod. If you don't catch a few more, we won't have enough to go with our drinks at noon," Zhong Jianfei said bluntly.

Lin Weijun counted the heads and estimated that there would be eight tables. He immediately took out his phone and called Wang Shicheng.

Prepare plenty of braised vegetables, stir-fry a couple of simple vegetarian dishes, and catch a few fish from the pond to cook on the spot. That's all you need for lunch.

Upon hearing the news, Zhong Zhikai, Zhong Zhiqiang, and Wang Shicheng, seeing that there weren't many customers in the shop yet, immediately packed up and closed the shop.

The braised vegetable stall is usually bustling with business, but it's only a little past 8:30 and there are still only a few customers.

The aerator was turned on in the fishpond in the morning, and before long, the crucian carp started biting the hook.

A dozen or so people, each with a fishing rod, cast their lines, the water splashing softly, laughter filling the air.

……

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Quan, along with his wife and children, drove to his family's Baoshan Farm.

The 30,000 mu (approximately 2,000 hectares) of land has been fenced off and a monitoring system has been completed, while the houses are still under construction with steel reinforcement.

The road surface is still paved with gravel; asphalt can only be laid after the soil layer has been completely compacted.

Even after the road roller has rolled the newly dug roadbed four or five times, the soil still appears loose.

Unable to withstand sun and rain, the sections that are destined to collapse will eventually sink.

The road needs to be repeatedly filled with soil, repeatedly compacted, and finally covered with asphalt to last for eight to ten years.

The entire construction team went back to their hometowns for the Chinese New Year, and they didn't officially resume work until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year.

"The scenery is so beautiful, and the air is so clear." Chen Shiyan took a deep breath and smiled.

Standing on the mountaintop, Lin Quan pointed to the natural lake halfway up the mountain: "Plant some melons, fruits and vegetables, raise some native chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep; put fish and crabs in the lake; plant rice in the paddy fields down the mountain, and scatter some loach, eel and frog fry—they will find their own way to survive."

"Honey, shall we build a garden?" Chen Shiyan asked, tilting her head.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded, then asked, "Where do you want to plant it?"

She pointed into the distance: "What do you think of that?"

"Perfect," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

Looking down at the surrounding farms, he took his wife's hand, picked up his child, and turned to go back to the village.

He never intended to make money from this farm; he just wanted a taste of authentic, fresh, and comforting flavor.

Purebred chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, and sheep are becoming increasingly rare, and everyone has a responsibility to preserve them.

Farmed frogs are thin and bland, while wild frogs are plump, fragrant, and truly nourishing.

Scatter some loach, eel, and frog fry into the rice paddies, let them roam freely for a few years, and their wild nature will return, leaping all over the fields.

Pesticides and herbicides? He plans to mix his own—non-toxic and harmless, so that he can keep these creatures alive and preserve their species.

"With the help of machinery, one person can manage a hundred acres, and three hundred workers are enough."

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Lin Quan led his family to his uncle's house for a meal.

After spending the New Year in the village, I visited Baoshan Farm and then drove back to Haizhou.

"Brother Quan... Xiao Kun!" Liu Qian and Nie Xiaoyu's eyes lit up as soon as they saw them enter.

The generational names in the Zhong family genealogy are: Loyalty, Filial Piety, Benevolence, Righteousness, Protecting the Home and Defending the Country, For Ten Thousand Years...

When naming his child, Lin Quan thought of the characters "乾坤" (Qiankun) and decided to include them in the family genealogy.

So the eldest twin was named Lin Wanqian, and the second twin was named Lin Wankun.

After dinner, once the two little ones were fast asleep, Lin Quan sat quietly under the lamp, his mind clear, and silently recited the "Yin Yang True Scripture" word by word.

Chen Shiyan, Liu Yan, Liu Qian, Nie Xiaoyu, and Cheng Xiao had all had their fill of fun, and then they stayed up late with Joanna to practice.

This girl is incredibly talented; he always manages to keep shooting her until she's completely exhausted.

I work night shifts as usual and occasionally work overtime during the day. My life is simple and peaceful, but full of flavor.

Looking at the beauties sleeping soundly on the bed, Lin Quan turned and went into the study.

The five "Cloud Sky" aircraft have already been assembled, but their weapon systems are too outdated.

"Lightning cannons, laser cannons, missiles—just those three things, redesign them."

He focused for a moment, then his fingertips flew across the keyboard, making a clattering sound.

"With the manufacturing capabilities of Huaxia Industrial Group, it is entirely possible to mass-produce it."

He does have blueprints for more advanced weapons, but due to limitations in current materials and production lines, even if he gives them to Wang Zhennan, he cannot manufacture them.

"Satellite technology is too primitive; we need to develop a completely new system."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he decided to take on this tough nut to crack.

It took more than half a month to finalize the laser cannon, lightning cannon, missile, and next-generation satellite technology.

After stretching his muscles and having a good time shooting several rounds, Lin Quan felt relaxed and drove straight to Huaxia Industrial Group.