Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Xu Xiuying interrupted, "Let's not talk about this anymore." Her gaze swept over her daughter... If the family hadn't been so strict, the child wouldn't have run off to teach in Ningzhou in a fit of anger.

"Uncle and Aunt, I'll go cook." Lin Quan got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Before setting off, he packed five processed Level 1 demon chickens in the trunk, plucked, gutted, and sealed with ice packs.

"I'll cook," Xu Xiuying stopped him, her apron already tied on.

Lin Quan had no choice but to return to the living room to keep Zhao Xincheng company while he drank tea, lit cigarettes, and listened to him recount his past experiences in the building materials business.

Zhao Xincheng paused, his fingers holding the cigarette, and suddenly asked, "What are you two planning to do?"

"Listen to her," Lin Quan said.

Zhao Xincheng turned to look at his daughter.

"Listen to Brother Quan," Zhao Yanxi replied.

Lin Quan took a breath: "We'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow. You two can decide on the date for the wedding banquet."

How much should the bride price be?

"You and Auntie have the final say."

"I want 100 million, are you going to pay up?" Zhao Xincheng said with a smile, flicking his cigarette.

"OK."

Zhao Xincheng paused the cigarette at his lips: "You really have it?"

"Over 1.1 billion, just finished investigating."

"A chicken farm... making that much money?"

"I wrote three hundred songs, and they all sold out."

Zhao Xincheng slapped his thigh: "What a huge loss! These songs are enough to sing for thirty years. If we sign a revenue-sharing agreement, each song would generate at least a hundred million yuan over ten years. The platform takes its cut, the singer pockets the profits, pirated content spreads... you won't even see the books!"

Lin Quan smiled and said, "Let's settle this in one go so I don't have to worry about it. Who covered the song, how much they sold, and whether the platform changed the revenue sharing ratio are none of my business."

What he needed was time, peace and quiet, and that perfect, unwavering accuracy on the tip of his sword.

Want to make a fortune? Take a trip to a jade auction, cut open a rough stone, and you could rake in tens of millions; bet on an unpopular game at an underground casino and you'll have a 70% or higher chance of winning.

Those breeding algorithms, metabolic models, and neural feedback regulation schemes scavenged from the tech chicken industry, any one of them, could fetch a price starting at hundreds of billions.

Half an hour later, the aroma wafted out of the kitchen and into the living room down the hallway.

"This flavor... is even more enticing than the old free-range chickens we've raised for twenty years." Zhao Xincheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

"The first batch picked from the horizontal chicken coop," Lin Quan said.

Zhao Yanxi sat next to her peeling an orange without looking up: "The one I ate last time was even more delicious."

More than an hour later, the four of them sat down.

"Ah Quan, want to have a couple of drinks with your uncle?"

"it is good."

"Tender but not dry, and very juicy." Xu Xiuying picked up a piece of leg meat, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Zhao Xincheng had just raised his glass when his chopsticks reached for the casserole for the third time: "This chicken... is absolutely amazing."

"I've heard that the chicken at Hengpu Restaurant is quite famous," Xu Xiuying said casually.

"The chicken at Hengpu Restaurant is made by me, and it's a grade lower than this one," Lin Quan said.

"A few days ago, hens cost 110 jin and roosters cost 80 jin."

"So tall?" Zhao Xincheng's heart skipped a beat.

"The aroma is weaker, and it's not as chewy."

"One hundred isn't expensive. Even if this one we're eating sold for ten thousand, people would still be fighting over it," Xu Xiuying replied.

Lin Quan nodded. The meat of a level-one demon chicken can strengthen muscles and bones and consolidate one's foundation; for this reason alone, 100,000 is not outrageous.

For elderly people who are nearing seventy and whose energy and blood are depleted, good health is their greatest asset.

People are gone, and even mountains of money are ultimately empty.

As the old saying goes, the older you get, the more you fear closing your eyes.

Who isn't afraid? Everyone wants to see the sun rise a few more times and hear the birds sing a few more times.

After finishing her meal, Xu Xiuying took out her phone and checked the Chinese calendar.

That afternoon, she reserved a villa; Lin Quan had all the furniture and appliances ready that very evening.

The following morning, he and Zhao Yanxi went to get their marriage certificate.

Two weeks later, the wedding banquet was held.

Not long after the start of the year, the two returned to Hengpu.

From Monday to Friday, he would first take Teacher Zhao to school, then return home, and then enter the system space to kill chickens.

"At the peak of the Golden Core stage, his skills have become much more stable."

With 10,000 points of level 3 spiritual power, the Purple Sun Technique was upgraded to the third level.

Another 10,000 points, and the Nine-Nine Sword Control Technique also leaped to the third level.

"Even a top-grade magic weapon flying sword isn't enough. Even with my sword intent at its peak, I still struggle to cleave a level three demon chicken."

He stepped into the chicken coop, taking down enemies one by one without stopping.

"A low-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, that's more like it."

After refining, he took off on his sword, a cold light flashing as chickens pounced on the ground.

"Chopping melons and cutting vegetables."

With the intent of mastery of swordsmanship concentrated on the blade, the flying sword moved like lightning, invincible in all directions.

The protective true essence of the level-three demonic chicken was as thin as paper in front of the spiritual weapon.

At the peak of the Golden Core stage, a sweep of divine sense across a thousand steps would cause flocks of chickens to fall to the ground.

"A low-grade spiritual weapon longsword... It's a pity I don't know any sword techniques or sword intent."

"Tier 3 territory drops mostly magical artifacts. Magical artifacts are the most common, treasure artifacts are less so, and spiritual artifacts are the rarest. The stronger the chicken, the harder the items it drops."

After several hours of fierce fighting, he collected eight low-grade spiritual weapon flying swords.

It's not that the drop rate has increased, it's that he's too fast... He can wipe out an area of ​​a thousand meters in a few seconds; he can kill thousands of enemies in a minute.

The flying sword swirled like lightning; before the chicken's feathers could even rise, its life was already over.

The demon chicken can breathe fire and spit wind, but without a suitable weapon, it's impossible to defeat it.

He teleported through space to evade spells, and his magical flying sword pierced right through.

"It's almost four o'clock, time to wrap up."

After exiting the system space, Lin Quan, his clothes spotless, drove straight to Hengpu Elementary School.

People change before and after marriage; having or not having children makes all the difference.

When Teacher Zhao asked him to pick him up and drop him off, he did so without hesitation.

"I don't think I've ever sent flowers before."

He spotted a flower shop by the roadside and went in to buy a bouquet.

At the school gate, he took out two packs of cigarettes and handed one to the gatekeeper, Li Wanjun.

"Uncle Li, have one."

"Here to pick up Teacher Zhao again?" Li Wanjun said with a smile as he accepted the invitation.

"She asked me to come. If I didn't come, she'd nag me." Lin Quan sighed, but her eyes were smiling.

A gentle, polite, understanding, and well-off girl is the dream girl of many.

But thinking of Zhao Yanxi's enthusiasm, he couldn't help but drift off into thought.

"Ah Quan, what do you do for a living?"

"Raising chickens."

"A bunch of male teachers at school were pursuing her, but you ended up getting the best deal."

"It's likely that the connection between us was already established a long time ago."

A dozen minutes later, Zhao Yanxi, wearing a plain-colored dress, walked out of the school gate.

Go home, eat, take a shower, do half an hour of strength training, lie down and sleep, and when you open your eyes it's a new day.

"It's my day off today, where should I go?"

"How about we go to the chicken farm first, then to the movie theater?"

"Okay." She nodded.

"We still have plenty of time...how about we stretch our legs?" He winked.

Two hours later, the car stopped at the entrance of Feida Chicken Farm.

"Boss! Boss lady!" Wang Renliang called out from afar.

"Uncle," the two replied.

Inside the field, a dozen or so villagers were bending over to collect eggs.

As long as it doesn't rain, the chickens roam freely outside, and their eggs are scattered everywhere.

They ate brown rice and scrambled eggs at the venue at noon, and then headed to the movie theater.

After watching the movie, I went shopping and bought a few bags of things.

On Monday morning, Lin Quan dropped Teacher Zhao off at the school gate, then went to the kennel and picked out nine mixed-breed dogs.

He still had a bottle of Qiling Pill left, which was specifically used to stimulate the spirituality of animals.

After completing the formalities, he returned to Feida Chicken Farm and had each of the nine country dogs take a pill in turn.