Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

There weren't enough people, so Chung Kwok-hung didn't go, but he washed the dishes instead.

After washing, I took out all my cash and deposited it into the system.

"Five hundred and eighty-five yuan and three cents... I feel relieved now."

He slung the bamboo stick over his shoulder and went out.

These days, banks don't even have many surveillance cameras installed.

If the passbook falls into the wrong hands, anyone can just use any ID card to withdraw the money.

Depositing money in a bank isn't safe, carrying it on your person might lead to theft, and hiding it in your house is even more unsafe.

There are too many pickpockets on the street; only by depositing money into the system can you truly secure your funds.

"Only 100 Chinese Yuan for Mi Language?"

On a whim, he spent 100 yuan to buy the Mi language skill.

More and more foreigners are coming to Chongqing, and they mostly speak Mi language.

Don't understand? You're getting scolded without even realizing it.

It's worth it to learn a foreign language for 100 yuan.

"One hundred for a foreign language, one thousand for a dialect... Is the system complaining that foreign languages ​​are cheap?"

The thought flashed through his mind, but he stopped thinking about it and continued looking for work.

For first-level handling, it's one cent per meter; if you walk a thousand meters, it's more than ten cents.

Even if you walk a long way and your feet are blistered, you won't earn a single penny.

"Hey, sweep the area in front of the door clean, 1.5 yuan, wanna do it?"

"Okay." Chung Kwok-hung nodded, stuffed the money into his pocket, grabbed a dustpan and broom, and got to work.

For a space of less than 50 square meters, paying 1.5 yuan is considered a high price.

I heard there was an inspection, and since there were no sanitation workers available, many porters were temporarily reassigned.

The boss is taking the broom himself? What if someone he knows sees him? How will he save face?

The starting price for a scoop is 1.5 yuan, and you can actually bargain, but some people find it too much trouble and would rather pay a few cents more for a quick and easy deal.

We were busy until 5 p.m., when we finished with the last order.

"Six hundred and thirty-seven yuan and twenty-three cents... Ten orders, done."

With a thought, the task count resets to zero, and the transport mode jumps to level two.

He walked briskly back home.

"You're back now?" Old Man Mei asked, looking up.

"I want to complete a few more orders," Chung Kwok-hung replied.

"How much today?" the Russian asked, holding up his bowl.

"Twenty-one yuan and fifty cents."

"So much?" Old Man Mei smacked his lips, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air... He has three daughters, and every day they wake up to the daily grind of cooking and cleaning.

"Are you treating everyone tomorrow?" Jiang Fengzi asked.

"Take these five dollars to buy groceries tomorrow morning." Zhong Guohong reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled banknote, and handed it to Mei Laokan.

"So spacious?" Jiang Fengzi grinned.

This porter, nicknamed "Crazy Jiang," used to be the team leader...

"It's nice to change things up sometimes," Chung Kwok-hung said with a smile.

After taking a bath and washing his clothes, he lay down on the bed.

There was only one room, and eight people were crammed into it. Half of the paint on the walls had fallen off, and the beds were right next to each other.

Mei Laokan was snoring too loudly, so Maozi and Meng Xiaoyu put their heads together and, taking advantage of his deep sleep, lifted his leg and moved him, blanket and all, outside the door.

Mei Laokan isn't a bad person; he just grabs any job he can get his hands on.

The Russian partnered with him, but he snatched away eight out of ten deals.

Fuming, Mao grabbed Meng Xiaoyu and carried her out without a word.

Meng Xiaoyu just graduated from high school and wants to go to university, so she works as a porter to save up for tuition.

"I really can't stay here anymore. I'll find a place to rent tomorrow."

Chung Kwok-hung lay on his back, feeling unwell all over.

Without a cell phone or a TV, the night is pitch black, and it's unbearable to stay up all night.

Half an hour later, Granny Huang from the neighborhood office was passing by carrying a vegetable basket when she tripped and almost stumbled over Old Man Mei outside the door.

"Hey, what are you doing sleeping by the door? Look at the state of your house!"

Old Man Mei rubbed his eyes and sat up: "Want some breakfast?"

"Breakfast? The news broadcast hasn't even finished yet, and you're already eating?" Grandma Huang glanced at him sideways, a smile on her face.

"How did I end up here?" Old Man Mei wondered, scratching his head.

"Who knows?" Grandma Huang shook her head.

"Even if the moon sets, I can't roll all the way here!" He grabbed the blanket and shuffled back in his slippers.

"You should tie a rope around your waist before you go to bed from now on, so you don't roll into the Jialing River in the middle of the night to feed the fish..." Grandma Huang said as she turned around, nagging on and on.

"We'll follow Grandma Huang's every word without fail!" Jiang Fengzi chimed in with a grin.

After breakfast, Mei Laokan, Jiang Fengzi, and Meng Xiaoyu gathered around Zhong Guohong.

"Guohong, teach us how to spot counterfeit money."

"Come on, try it yourselves."

After teaching him step by step, Zhong Guohong picked up a carrying pole and went out to find work.

Not long after, Wang Jiaying came to see Mei Laokan.

The moment Maozi saw her, his heart felt like it had been struck by something.

After Wang Jiaying walked away, Mei Laokan wiped his face and turned to Maozi: "Can I borrow some money?"

"Our third daughter got measles, and we don't have enough money back home."

"Just now, Wang Jiaying asked me to send money, and you kept saying 'Yes, yes.'"

"Isn't speaking up for you helping you?"

"Maozi, I'm the father of three daughters..."

"Having three babies in one litter, isn't that going against the policy?"

"I'm sorry to the Party, I'm sorry to the country... But the baby's already born, can I just strangle him?" Old Mei sighed. "You're all alone, saving so much money, what's the point?"

"To accomplish great things."

"What's the big deal?"

"Getting a wife."

"Isn't the point of getting married to have children?"

"Um."

"Well then... I'll give you a ready-made doll. You're looking for a partner so you can have a child, and I have one right here, it's free!"

Zhong Guohong carried the goods uphill and over the hurdles. He received two yuan for each order, and the system supplemented him with nine yuan and ninety-six cents.

The transport mode has been upgraded to level two, earning an extra three points for every meter moved.

"Beginner's lottery, what will we win?"

After finishing three orders in the morning, I casually rented a small room of about 30 square meters.

"The monthly rent is 100, and it includes a kitchen and bathroom, which isn't expensive."

Even smaller houses can be bought for just a few dozen dollars.

The deposit was 100, the first month's rent was 100, and 200 was directly deducted from my card.

I went back for lunch and told Mei Laokan and the others about moving.

Zhong Guohong didn't return the food expenses. He nodded to everyone, picked up his bedding, and left.

I threw away all my old clothes and pants, swept and wiped the rented room, and looked up to see that the sun was about to set.

He found a noodle shop nearby, ate a bowl of vegetarian noodles, gripped his bamboo stick tightly, and went to look for work along the street.

Three orders today, less than fifty yuan in income; two hundred yuan deducted for rent; a few yuan spent on food... After calculating, I ended up losing more than one hundred yuan.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he squatted down at a roadside stall, ate a bowl of wontons, smacked his lips, and walked back with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

"If you complete one more order, you can enter the prize draw."

I boiled some water, took a hot bath, and went to sleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.

"Set a goal for yourself: buy a house in the city before the end of the year."

He rubbed his face, grabbed his tools, and went out.

After finishing two ounces of beef noodles at the noodle shop, I got up and headed straight for the dock.

The busiest places are the train stations and docks, and the porters each have their own territory.

Where there are people, there are rules; where there are rules, there is competition.

To put it bluntly... if there's profit to be made, arm wrestling is inevitable.

Who doesn't want a more relaxed life?

When people gather in groups, they naturally form cliques and factions. Even if you don't choose a side, others will still categorize you as belonging to that side.

Zhong Guohong, Mei Laokan, and other locals from Chongqing mainly work in the Shenglibei and Chaotianmen areas.

Chaotianmen is a bustling port for both land and water transport, with people and goods flowing day and night; Victory Monument is the city's most vibrant commercial district, where crowds surge faster than the river itself.