Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"From today onwards, your name is Inuichi."

"Woof."

"Your name is Quan Er."

"Woof."

……

"Your name is Quan Jiu."

谷镻

"Woof."

After each dog barked, they lowered their heads slightly, their necks hunched, and their eyes clear. Lin Quan didn't speak, only nodded.

He went into the main chicken coop and slaughtered three level-one demon chickens and one level-three demon chicken.

The three first-grade dogs were stewed in a stainless steel pot until thoroughly cooked, then served to the dogs. The third-grade dog was cut into pieces, marinated, simmered over low heat, packed in a thermal container, and taken to town.

After marrying Teacher Zhao, he spent most of his time living in the villa in town... The house was in his name, and the people living in it all belonged to him.

When Teacher Zhao was teaching at Hengpu Elementary School, he would go back to the chicken farm.

Training dogs and killing chickens in the system space—these two things were done in turn.

The nine dogs ate a lot of demon meat, and their bodies grew to around 100 pounds each. They also took the Enlightenment Pill, so they were quick-witted, had good memories, and could understand commands. Ordinary people would have to think twice before dealing with them.

With one dog and nine dogs taking turns guarding the chicken farm, not a single chicken has ever been lost.

Wild badgers, weasels, and even stray cats that sneaked in at night were all bitten through the throats and dragged to a corner, then cleared away the next day.

When he had some free time, he casually planted a few fruit trees in the open space.

Using chicken droppings as base fertilizer doesn't make it smell bad; instead, it has a subtle fragrance of grass mixed with ripe fruit.

The grapevines planted last year are now laden with small, bluish-purple bunches that sway in the wind.

"Once the first-generation system chickens outside are sold out, we'll release a batch into the field."

The central area is the core area of ​​the chicken farm.

The entire Feida chicken farm consists of five small hills and several flat areas, arranged in a plum blossom shape. The steepest hill in the center was designated as the central area of ​​the farm.

Level 1 demon chickens can fly over six-meter-high walls and easily crash into ordinary concrete walls... Their strength is comparable to that of Qi Refining stage cultivators.

After trying a few times, he simply gave up on raising the Level 1 Demon Chicken in the outer enclosure.

If you want to eat meat, just go to the main chicken coop to get it; spiritual meat is only for yourself and your close family and friends.

"There's still plenty of time. Once I've collected twenty-seven low-grade spiritual energy flying swords, I don't need to touch the equipment chicken for now."

He stepped into the chicken coop, and with a thought, twenty-seven flying swords shot out simultaneously, their silver light surging. Before the chickens could even flap their wings, their heads were severed.

"Invisibility works."

"Going through walls saves time."

"Thunder, that's powerful."

Turning into the chicken coop, the sword flashed, and hundreds of chickens fell to the ground without any chance to struggle.

In less than an hour, all three superpowers were upgraded to the ninth level.

I'll re-enter the chicken coop and slaughter a level-three demon chicken.

He stared at the durian tree in the enclosure for a while: "Could this tree be moved out?"

"I don't really like durian, but I have to try this one from the system."

"Just because it doesn't smell pungent doesn't mean it tastes bad. You only know if it's good or not after taking a bite."

He peeled one open; the flesh was golden and soft, melting in his mouth, sweet with a hint of freshness. After eating it, he wiped his hands and left.

Late at night, he sneaked back to the chicken farm, entered the main chicken coop, dug up a durian tree by the roots, and casually scraped off a shovelful of level-three demon chicken droppings.

Arriving at the villa in town, they went straight to the hillside in the field, dug holes, planted trees, and covered them with manure, all in one go.

The tree was only a little over two meters tall, with a dozen or so durians hanging from its branches. The only ripe one of them had already been eaten by him.

"The durian from the main chicken coop is much better than Elvis brand."

"There are quite a few fruit trees in the area. If this one survives, we'll transplant a few more."

It was nearly midnight when he returned to the villa. He lay down quietly, put his arm around Teacher Zhao's waist, and fell asleep without saying a word.

A dozen days later, the durian trees sprouted new buds with glossy leaves. He began to act when it was late at night, going in and out of the main chicken coop time and time again, and gradually moved out the loquat, longan and bayberry trees, planting them all on the hillside in the middle of the field.

To prevent outsiders from getting close, he chased all the chickens out of the field, locked the gate, and put the key in his pocket.

The dogs guarded the area, and no one could get within thirty paces.

These dogs have eaten the meat of demons, so they have strong bones and muscles, sharp teeth, and fast attack speed. They can overpower an adult Siberian tiger in a one-on-one fight.

Sometimes when he forgot to feed them, the dogs would go to the henhouse to retrieve the eggs, crack them open, and swallow the yolk raw.

Before leaving that afternoon, he went into the main chicken coop again and picked six durians.

I drove back to town, carried the durians into the villa, and there they were, six durians lined up against the corner of the living room wall, green and thorny, quiet and sturdy.

He took out a processed level-three demon chicken from his spatial ring.

Chop the ginger and garlic into pieces, blanch them in cold water, sauté them in hot oil until fragrant, stir-fry briefly, then add water and simmer.

The fire in the stove went out, the soup gradually turned a darker color, and a fragrant aroma rose.

"Alright, let's go pick them up."

He turned off the stove, went outside, and drove to Hengpu Elementary School.

In the office, Li Xiuling leaned closer to Zhao Yanxi, her eyes fixed on her face: "Yanxi, what skincare products have you been using lately?"

"It's no use." Zhao Yanxi was grading homework and didn't even look up.

"Really useless?" Li Xiuling didn't believe it.

"I used to use Estée Lauder, but I stopped using it later."

"You haven't applied anything, how come your skin is still so radiant?" Li Xiuling reached out and lightly touched her cheek. "It's so smooth and moisturized."

Zhao Yanxi put down the red pen and smiled: "If you eat well and get enough sleep, how bad can your face look?"

"Your husband is tall and broad-shouldered, so he must be very strong?" Li Xiuling asked in a low voice.

"Mm," Zhao Yanxi replied briefly.

"What about the foundation?" Li Xiuling asked again.

Zhao Yanxi raised her hand and made a gesture, without explaining further.

"He's not a foreigner," Li Xiuling shook her head, clearly not believing it.

"Sister Li, believe it or not, it's up to you." Zhao Yanxi's tone was flat and even.

"It's really enviable." Li Xiuling smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I'm off work, I'm leaving now." Zhao Yanxi glanced down at her watch.

As she pushed open the door, the aroma of cooked rice wafted from the kitchen, and a smile relaxed on her lips.

Lin Quan was standing in front of the stove. The rice had just been put into the pot, and the vegetables were bubbling in the pot.

"Honey, why did you buy so many durians?" she asked as she approached.

"Teacher Zhao likes this, so I picked out a few more." Lin Quan wiped his hands and smiled naturally.

"Have you tasted them all?" She pointed to the pile of fruit on the table.

"This is pretty good. I've reserved the entire orchard," he replied earnestly.

"I'll try it later." She turned and took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, swirled it, and asked, "Want some?"

They ate, had a few drinks, rested for a while, and then took a bath together.

Before the steam had dissipated, the sound of the zither began again.

"Open one for me," Zhao Yanxi said, sitting on the sofa.

Lin Quan took a knife, cut one open, scooped out the golden flesh, and handed it over.

"It's not overpowering, it's sweet with a hint of fragrance, what kind is it?" She took a bite, her eyes brightening slightly.

"Feida Durian".

"It wasn't officially named, it was just planted in the field of the Feida chicken farm... so calling it Feida Durian makes perfect sense, doesn't it?" He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.

I slept until 6 a.m., finished my morning exercise, and ate breakfast.

Lin Quan packed the four durians into a cardboard box, loaded it into his car, and gave Teacher Zhao a ride to school.

Zhao Yanxi carried a suitcase in each hand as she walked into the teachers' office.

"Yanxi, you bought durians again?" Li Xiuling looked up.