Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"You won't accept it?" Wang Zhennan's voice suddenly rose.

"I don't lack money," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Then all the telecommunications companies will have to close down, and how many people will lose their jobs?" Wang Zhennan said with a wry smile.

"There are plenty of ways to make a living now. It's not that difficult to change your path," Lin Quan said dismissively.

"That's true." Wang Zhennan nodded, then asked, "How many people can the server handle simultaneously?"

"My master told me that if a hundred trillion people connected together, it wouldn't even have to catch its breath," Lin Quan laughed.

In less than half a day, Wanjie Communications Company was officially established.

Not only mobile phones, but also computers equipped with signal receivers can connect directly to the Internet.

That little white machine, engraved with three thousand law runes, has a signal radius spanning millions of light-years.

Using the time tunnel, it can now reliably transmit signals to the worlds of Mr. Zombie and Iron Man.

Of course, it's not yet within the galaxy of those two worlds.

However, in the main universe, its influence extends to the entire Milky Way galaxy.

In the Iron Man and Mr. Zombie worlds, the signal is firmly locked onto the solar system, with some spare capacity.

Lin Quan had put in countless hours of effort to refine this little white creature, which was born with the potential for continuous evolution.

The runes of the Law of Faith specifically absorb the power of faith; the runes of the Law of Wishes specifically gather the wishes of all beings…

Lin Quan was certain: as long as nothing went wrong, Xiao Bai would eventually reach the level of a Universe Venerable, a Universe Lord, or even a True God.

Now, Xiaobai, who serves as a server, is stationed at Hunyuan Mountain.

Its current combat power is comparable to that of an immortal-level cultivator—equivalent to providing the Multiverse Communications Company with a top-notch bodyguard.

As soon as the company was established, users flocked in, connecting to the World Wide Web via mobile phones and computers.

Following closely behind, the stock prices of other telecommunications operators plummeted, and it was only a matter of time before they went bankrupt.

Huaxia, China, and the world of Mr. Zombie are all available for free on the Wan Jie Net.

Outside the main universe's "Huaxia" territory and outside the Iron Man world's "Huaguo" border, all those who access the Multiverse Network will be charged according to the standard fee.

For example, when making inter-universe communication within the main universe—if the other party is outside the "Huaxia" region of the main universe, the monthly fee is one hundred "Huaxia coins".

If one party is in "China" and the other is in "China" in the Iron Man world, the two worlds are directly connected, with a monthly fee of 100,000 "China Coins".

As long as you are a "Chinese" or "Chinese citizen", no matter where you are or what realm you live in, you can use the World Network for free.

"At a depth of over 300 meters, the signal bars are completely full. This communication is truly amazing."

"More than a hundred meters underground, and you can talk as if you were face-to-face, with zero lag?"

"Which company came up with this? It's like science fiction coming to life."

"It was done by Huatian Tiangong Group, no need to ask?"

"Musk's Tesla industry has acquired a lot of cutting-edge technology from Tony Stark, but compared to China's Tiangong, it's far inferior—thank goodness I was born in China!"

"Old Zhang, take a look at this house of mine, it's the one I just bought in the Mr. Zombie world."

"Old Wang? Are you really in the Mr. Zombie world?"

"Why are you trying to fool me! Do you even know where this is? Oceania."

"Why did you go to Oceania?"

"The conditions are too generous—100 acres of land per person, given away for free!"

"Old Wang, I'm processing my Venus immigration paperwork. I'll video chat with you as soon as I land."

"Venus? Is that a habitable place?"

"Huaxia Tiangong Group has overhauled Jinxing. Now the climate is stable, the atmosphere is plentiful, and the soil is fertile, making it a truly livable place."

"How come I haven't heard of that?"

"When you were in the Mr. Zombie world, the renovation project wasn't finished yet."

"What kind of treatment do they offer over there?"

"One hundred acres of land per person, tax-free for a century, and a light steel villa for each household..."

"Sigh, it seems like it will be harder and harder to meet up in the future."

"Want to see me? It's easy! Just go back to the main universe, and you'll be right in front of me."

"But didn't you go to Venus?"

"China's Tiangong built a teleportation portal; one step into Earth, and one step out of Venus."

"When I've saved up enough money, I'll come back and make you three bowls of soup!"

"Okay! I'll hang up now, I'm packing my luggage."

"I'm not chatting anymore, I'm going to the fields to plant rice!"

……

After finishing their morning exercise, Lin Quan drove his amphibious armored vehicle, carrying Chen Shiyan, Liu Yan, and a few others, back to Hunyuan Mountain, where Baoshan Farm is located.

He parked the car on the mountaintop and walked down the stone steps to the paddy field halfway up the mountain.

In the five-acre field, the grains of Linggu were ripe, heavy with golden luster.

Each grain is as plump as a chopstick tip, and its volume is about three times that of ordinary rice.

The crisp, rich scent of grass and trees, mingled with the moisture, wafts towards you; fish dart about in the fields, crab claws slither lightly, and rustling sounds fill the air.

Lin Quan swept his divine sense across the entire spiritual valley, and it silently disappeared into the Black Dragon Ring.

"A little over 2,000 jin per mu, and a stable yield of over 20,000 jin per ten mu."

Without the support of the rice stalks, the rice stalks suddenly collapsed and turned into dust in an instant, scattering into the mud.

"The spiritual energy is still sufficient; turn over the soil and sow again."

With a slight thought, the mud surged and the fish and shrimp scattered in fright; then the spirit grains fell with the wind, each grain evenly distributed as if sown by the hand of nature.

He casually caught a few fat fish and a few blue crabs, then went down the mountain to catch a few free-range chickens and slaughtered a goat.

Upon returning to the mountaintop, they hulled and ground the 500 jin of spirit grain, then drove everyone back to Zhongjia Village.

"You're back?" Zhong Yunxia greeted them at the entrance of the courtyard with a warm smile.

"Mom, I'll take care of the stove." Lin Quan went straight into the kitchen.

Scoop out more than ten kilograms of spirit rice, rinse it twice with clean water, and cook a large pot of spirit rice in a pot.

Stewed chicken, roasted lamb, and two steamed bowls of fresh fish and two steamed bowls of live shrimp.

Just before the meal was to be served, my maternal grandparents, my maternal uncle and aunt, along with several nephews and nieces, arrived one after another.

"What does this rice taste like? It smells so good it's irresistible!" Zhong Yunxia picked up a grain, her eyes lighting up.

"Grown on the farm itself," Lin Quan replied casually.

"This food...it's absolutely addictive!" Chen Shiyan's eyes sparkled, and she even forgot to put down her chopsticks.

"This is amazing!" Pan Li exclaimed after taking a bite.

"Grandma, I still have a few hundred pounds left in my car. I'll save two hundred pounds for you later," Lin Quan said with a smile.

Ten acres of paddy fields yielded over 20,000 catties of spirit grain, which, when milled into spirit rice, would amount to at least 16,000 catties.

This rice contains spiritual energy; when steamed and eaten, it can nourish life, strengthen the body, and fortify muscles and bones.

If one can extract and refine the spiritual energy within, it can also aid in cultivation.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Quan delivered two hundred catties of spirit rice to his maternal uncle's family.

The maternal grandparents had only two sons: the eldest son, Zhong Yunyang, and the second daughter, Zhong Yunxia—who was Lin Quan's biological mother.

The elderly couple usually eat at their maternal uncle's house, and only occasionally come to Linquan's parents' house for a meal.

Not a single grain of the remaining spirit rice was kept; it was all given to the parents.

Driving back to Haizhou, another round of gift-giving ensued.

First, we went to Chen Shiyan's parents' house, then to Liu Yan's parents' house...

After completing the round, there were still more than 12,000 jin of Lingmi left.

The rice is soft and sticky with a fragrant aroma; everyone who has tried it gives it a thumbs up.

With nothing to do, Lin Quan had the idea of ​​brewing wine.