Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

It's a reinforced concrete structure in a solid location. It's worth two million now, but it will be worth more than ten times that in a few years.

After thinking about it, he cleared out one of the warehouses specifically for the mass production of memory chips.

"The domestic patent will be approved in a few days; the one in Hong Kong should be finalized in a little over a week; and the international patent should be finalized in a little over a month."

Chung Kwok-hung was in high spirits and delivered rice to every household.

Huimin Food Store is registered under Wang Jiaying's name, but he took on the work himself... The system didn't assign any tasks or provide any subsidies.

He is strong enough to weigh 1,000 kilograms and travels about 150 kilometers every day to move goods.

"Two hundred and fifty-seven orders, and more than one million four hundred and seventy thousand were replenished."

"The efficiency is not good enough. It only weighs a little over 600 kilograms per trip, which is too light."

On his way back, he pondered how to improve efficiency.

He had his eye on that advanced gene-enhancing drug that cost ten million Chinese yuan long ago.

There are many beautiful women in Chongqing, but so far only Wang Jiaying has gotten together with her.

Making money, leveling up, and pursuing someone are all equally important to him.

Gene enhancement drugs are divided into five levels: basic 100,000, intermediate 1 million, advanced 10 million, top 100 million, and ultimate 1 billion.

One high-grade injection can boost physical fitness several times over, with strength soaring to 5,000 kilograms.

Five thousand kilograms is ten thousand jin... If you can really shoulder a ten-thousand-jin load, you're no less than Xiang Yu in ancient times.

What man with vigorous blood and a strong physique doesn't love beautiful women?

Chung Kwok-hung's physique is meant to be more robust.

"One cubic meter of rice weighs about 800 kilograms; if the bagged rice is packed loosely, it can easily hold 600 kilograms. Should we make two one-cubic-meter boxes?"

After returning home and having dinner, he easily won a game of chess against Wang Jiaying. Seeing her fast asleep on the sofa, he turned and went into the empty room.

With a thought, the system store is brought up, and boxes of all sizes and materials are displayed before your eyes.

"One cubic meter, made of alloy, and with a fingerprint lock?"

"It's a bit expensive... 500,000 for one, 1 million for two."

"Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting work. This is the one, made of titanium alloy."

He placed an order for two boxes, tried them on on the spot, and became more and more satisfied with them.

Each one weighs ten kilograms and is ridiculously sturdy; he couldn't bend it or dent it no matter how hard he tried.

"It's definitely cutting-edge technology, all black, and it looks very tough."

Back in the master bedroom, he reached out and put his arm around Wang Jiaying's slender waist, and slept soundly until dawn.

In the morning, we ate the beef noodles she cooked, did our morning exercise together, and then went to the shop together.

The licensing and permit procedures are still in progress; for now, we're only selling rice.

During our midday break, Mei Laokan strolled over.

"Big guy, I need to talk to you about something... I need to borrow some money." Old Man Mei gritted his teeth.

"What's wrong?"

"My wife won't let my eldest son go to school anymore..." Her words were full of helplessness.

Mei Laokan has three daughters, the eldest of whom didn't even finish elementary school.

Zhong Guohong thought for a moment and said, "Jiaying's shop will definitely be too busy in a while. How about you lend a hand? Two thousand a month, okay?"

"So much?" Old Man Mei glanced towards the stove, where Wang Jiaying was stirring the soup in the pot. "Would she agree?"

"I'll make the decision for her. You're a good cook, so you can usually do the cooking and lend a hand in your spare time."

In Chongqing, the average monthly salary is around 400 yuan, but some people earn several, dozens, or even thousands of 400 yuan.

The per capita figures are just for reference.

As a first-tier city in China, Chongqing has many wealthy people.

But those who farm in the countryside, even if they work themselves to the bone all year round, can't carry more than a few coins in their pockets.

In the hilly area, the fields are scattered here and there, some close to home, others a mile or two away.

In this kind of terrain, even tractors can't get in, let alone mechanized farming.

Want to lease land? Let's not even talk about whether people are willing to rent it. Even if they are, you still have to work by hand, hoe by hoe and sickle.

If you don't grow some grain, raise a few chickens, and feed a couple of pigs at home, and rely on buying everything, who can afford it?

A regular restaurant waiter, with meals and accommodation provided, earns 400 yuan per month;

The porters who carried goods at the docks earned a little over a thousand a month.

Jiang Fengzi, who worked at Huimin Food Store, was paid two thousand by Zhong Guohong.

Mei Laokan's craftsmanship is recognized throughout the village, and he feels that two thousand yuan is worth it.

After the transport mode is upgraded to level seven, you get an extra ten yuan for every meter you move... Mei Laokan's monthly salary is about the same as Zhong Guohong moving two hundred meters.

Seeing that Mei Laokan was still hesitating, Zhong Guohong pulled him towards the stove and said to Wang Jiaying with a smile, "Jiaying, I'd like to ask Laokan to come and help out. It'll be two thousand a month. What do you think?"

"Hmm." Wang Jiaying wiped her hands and replied with a smile, "I was just thinking about that. I trust Lao Kan's cooking skills."

She was from the same hometown as Mei Laokan and knew long ago that he was a very skilled cook.

Wang Daming and Che Cuiying would invite Wang Gou Dan to dinner, and every time they would ask Mei Laokan to cook.

In the countryside, when weddings or funerals are held, everyone in the village knows whose kitchen smells the best.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Old Man Mei's voice trembled, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Old Kan, how much do you want to borrow?"

"Five hundred yuan." He paused, then added, "That's enough to pay for the books."

"Two thousand dollars, take it and use it first, it'll be your wages for next month." Zhong Guohong handed over a stack of banknotes.

Mei Laokan choked up, managing to squeeze out only two words: "Thank you."

"Go back after you finish eating. Once you're settled back home, come to the shop and lend a hand as soon as possible," Zhong Guohong said with a smile.

Mei Laokan nodded without saying anything more.

"Crazy Jiang, time to eat!" Wang Jiaying called out.

Calling someone by their nickname without any respect or disrespect is just something that happens naturally among acquaintances.

Just like Wang Daming's third uncle, Wang Gou Dan, even if he made a lot of money outside, when he returned to the village, people would still pat him on the shoulder and call him "Gou Dan".

Wang Daming himself is known as Wang Cuacua... a character with the radical for urine (this character is no longer used), which roughly means a hothead or a simpleton.

In Chongqing, everyone has a nickname. Bald, four-eyed, eight-cut perm, square head... they come up with them as soon as they're asked.

Just after lunch, Mei Laokan, with money in his pocket, boarded the bus back to his hometown, looking quite energetic.

Chung Kwok-hung carried two alloy boxes on his shoulders to deliver rice.

Each box contained twenty bags, each weighing thirty jin (approximately 15 kg), and the total weight of the box and rice was one thousand two hundred and forty jin (approximately 620 kg).

Visiting forty households in one trip is equivalent to completing forty orders in one go.

"I made five trips this morning, completing two hundred orders."

"Just finished another batch of deliveries, making a total of 240 orders today."

Is the box heavy? How can the customer see the weight inside?

He carried rice upstairs, walking as fast as if he were stepping on the wind, at five or six meters per second, and carried one bag after another into the house with a flick of his wrist.

We were busy until 7 p.m., and a total of 400 orders were placed.

"The number of tasks increased by 400, and the system supplemented it with a little over 1.6 million."

"You must have driven over 160 kilometers today?"

"The furthest house is about three kilometers away from the shop."

"The rice price is lower than other stores, and they even deliver it to your door. People come all the way from far away to buy it."

"You can place an order by making a phone call, just like food delivery in the 21st century."

After taking a hot bath after dinner, Zhong Guohong lay down on the bed and let Wang Jiaying massage his shoulders and back.

After finishing a set of exercises, I looked up at my watch and it was almost midnight.

At six o'clock in the morning, Wang Jiaying got up to cook.

With Jiang the Madman watching over the shop, going before eight o'clock guarantees a good deal.

After a satisfying meal and a morning workout, feeling refreshed, Zhong Guohong shouldered his gear and headed out the door.

Wang Jiaying was dressed smartly, and her features and figure were flawless. If I had to give her a score of 100, she would get 90.