Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

A rough calculation of the order showed that it would start with forty roosters and forty hens, so he prepared a few extra.

I grabbed a kitchen knife and stepped into the system's chicken coop.

Now, he is faster than an ordinary chicken, reaching out to grab a neck, severing it with a knife, and tossing it away with a swift, continuous motion.

"All done, forty males and forty females, the extras can be kept for future use."

The chicken was dragged back into the house, boiled water to scald its feathers, and then plucked clean and tidied up.

At four o'clock in the morning, eighty chickens were loaded into the cargo bed of a tricycle, covered with a tarpaulin, and the tricycle set off.

Around 7 a.m., Lin Quan started his bike ride back.

After the notification was sent in the group, people started arriving in less than ten minutes.

Weighing, calculating, and collecting money—the process was repeated over and over again for more than an hour without stopping.

I thought eighty wouldn't be enough, but right after the count, some people were still slapping their thighs and shouting that they hadn't managed to get any.

"Eighteen thousand nine thousand, plus the previous ten thousand, that's nearly thirty thousand."

"The rental is in the village, parking is convenient, and it's free."

He pondered for a moment, then turned around, rode his tricycle out, found a roadside repair stall, and sold the tricycle on the spot.

A little over 29,000 is enough to buy a decent used van.

Lin Quan went to the used car market and picked out a Lingguang that was 90% new.

After completing the transfer of ownership, purchasing insurance, and paying the vehicle purchase tax, the total cost was 20,000 yuan.

After filling up the gas tank, he drove the Wuling Hongguang back to his rented apartment.

"Ah Quan, did you buy a car?" Jiang Yong was squatting by the door peeling garlic when he looked up and asked.

"The farmer who raises chickens lives far away, and it takes too much time to go back and forth by tricycle, so I simply bought a second-hand one." Lin Quan put the key in his pocket and picked up the water bottle to take a sip of cold water.

"How much?"

"Including everything, it's twenty thousand."

Jiang Yong walked around the truck and patted the back of the truck: "This truck is sturdy." He paused, then added, "A few of my relatives want to buy free-range chickens, two each."

"Okay, I'll go get it first thing tomorrow morning."

"Five hens and five roosters, payment on the spot."

"no problem."

I browsed through the QQ group this afternoon, and the messages were popping up quite frequently... Some people asked if the chickens were still for sale, some asked if they could bring along a few eggs, and some even sent screenshots of money transfers. Those who had tried the chicken at noon had already brought their relatives into the group. What was originally a small group of over thirty people has now grown to one hundred and seven, with profile pictures densely packed all over the screen.

"When I have more money, I'll go to the countryside, lease a plot of land, starting with a hundred acres, and set up a proper chicken farm."

At 8 p.m., Lin Quan checked the order: 150 chickens and 300 eggs. He went into the chicken coop and began to butcher the chickens, his movements swift and efficient, without spilling any blood on his clothes.

"One hundred and fifty chickens, weighing over 1,500 jin alive; a bucket of eggs weighs at least 200 jin; an empty Lingguang truck weighs 1,300 kilograms... and it will run at over 4,200 jin. Try your strength."

Without hesitation, he supported the chassis with both hands, his shoulders and back slumped, and the car lifted half a foot off the ground, hanging steadily.

"The 10,000 jin should be a sure thing."

He gently placed it back on the ground, took out his phone, and sent a message to the group: "Starting at 7 pm tonight, freshly slaughtered chickens and eggs will be sold in the small square downstairs. No credit or debt."

The person arrived in less than half an hour.

"Free-range eggs are two yuan each, ten for eighteen yuan."

"Boss, twenty eggs, and get another hen."

Two hours later, the chicken was gone, the eggs were gone, and not a single feather was left.

After counting the money and locking the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and straightened the banknotes one by one, his lips still twitching.

"Thirty-six thousand four hundred and two, plus the nine thousand one I saved before, that's forty-five thousand five."

After thinking for a few seconds, he went out to the bank, deposited 40,000 yuan, and exchanged it for 500 one-yuan coins.

I bought three hardwood cutting boards and a box of markers, went back to my room, turned off the lights, and entered the system space.

He picked up a pen and drew circles on the cutting board, then began practicing his freehand drawing.

With strength, accuracy is key at long range.

"Whoosh..." A coin was driven into the edge of the wooden board.

"It's off-center."

"You've won."

"It's crooked again."

After throwing all 500 balls, I spent over ten minutes bending down to collect them, recovering 412. I practiced again and collected 336 balls.

The coins flew more steadily, while the cutting board grew thinner with each strike. One shattered into three pieces, another was chiseled with spiderweb-like scratches, and the last piece remained intact, but its surface was riddled with craters.

"One hundred shots from a distance of 100 meters, almost all of them hit the target."

"Retract the pressure, let the coin embed itself, it won't break through or fall off."

"Flycoin, done."

He got up, took a kitchen knife, filled two kilograms of rice, and put it into the chicken coop.

As soon as the rice was scattered, the chickens immediately swarmed around it. He swiftly moved in, his blade flashing, and two chickens fell to the ground, their bodies vanishing instantly.

After killing hundreds of them, a silver-gray ring dropped.

"A storage ring? Its internal space is one cubic meter."

The blood was used to bind the ring to the owner, and it was slipped onto the left ring finger, feeling slightly cool against the skin.

His heart warmed, and he turned around and killed hundreds more... but nothing else dropped.

Take a shower, eat, sleep, and sleep soundly until dawn.

I cooked a bowl of rice, fried a plate of eggs, and ate a couple of bites to fill my stomach.

"The tech chicken hasn't been touched yet."

He picked up a knife, filled a container with rice, and went into the tech chicken coop.

More than 1,100 fell down, and a black USB drive rolled out of the ground.

"The drop rate is really low. After half a day, this is all I've got."

I unplugged the USB drive, plugged it into the computer, and opened the folder... Three hundred MP3s, neatly named, with unfamiliar artists listed, but the intros were catchy and the arrangements were clean.

"It can be sold for money."

"Can't compose? Learn by listening, it won't take more than a few days."

"40,000 left in my card, 5,600 in cash on hand... Damn it."

During the two years he worked as an extra at Hengpu Film and Television City, he witnessed too many people smilingly offering cigarettes only to turn around and cut off his livelihood.

The lyrics list couldn't be registered for copyright on XiaGuo Music Network. Without copyright, anyone can use a song; just change the key or alter the lyrics, and it becomes someone else's.

Around Hengpu Film and Television City, there are many training classes... acting, singing, playing instruments, with signs hanging densely.

He had considered enrolling in an acting class before, but the tuition was 3,800 yuan, which wasn't even enough to cover his expenses.

"I'll spend a few days browsing tutorials online first, then find someone to teach me properly."

I went out and bought a few packs of cigarettes, two cases of water, and a bag of seasonings.

The computer had just been turned on when there was three knocks on the door.

"Brother Yong?" Lin Quan asked.

"Are you free tomorrow morning?" Jiang Yong called from outside the door.

No plans.

"My car broke down. Tomorrow morning, you drive the car, take the person from town to the industrial park, and then bring them back. Sixty yuan."

Lin Quan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

At 7:30 the next day, the Lingguang pickup truck stopped at the town entrance. Jiang Yong jumped into the passenger seat and gave directions.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of A Yong's real estate agency.

Five men and four women squeezed into the carriage, shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.

"Ten yuan per person." Jiang Yong reached out to collect the money, his movements swift and efficient.

Lin Quan shifted gears and started driving towards the industrial park.

"Ah Quan, this is it." Jiang Yong had barely finished speaking when he pushed open the car door.

Nine job applicants got off the bus and lined up to enter the factory gate.

The intermediary industry, ostensibly a labor service, actually makes its living from referral fees. A regular factory pays 300, a better one 700-800, and even a less desirable one barely exceeds 400.

Jiang Yong was affiliated with "Hongda Labor Services," and the contracts were processed through their accounts. People were placed in a three-month internship, which was entirely considered a labor dispatch arrangement... They would take a cut every month, without fail.

After waiting for an hour, people started to come out one after another.