Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I'll go back to my hometown and buy a few shops, then I'll never have to worry about money again."

It took more than an hour for the car to turn onto the highway.

"It's over a thousand kilometers, but I should be home by tomorrow morning."

Once on the highway and the car picked up speed, he didn't cross the line or exceed the speed limit.

"My hometown is mountainous and densely forested, where we can absorb more life force."

He stared ahead, hands on the steering wheel, eyes bright and focused.

The majority of cars on the road are domestically produced.

With its superior quality and reasonable price, no one would choose imported goods unless they were completely unaware of the risks.

By bringing over technologies that won't mature for over a decade, domestically produced cars can easily outperform imported ones—it's no exaggeration.

Many technologies that should belong to foreign companies have already been patented by domestic automakers.

More than a decade later, domestic manufacturers had already figured out the tricks of imported cars.

The reason they didn't use all of them is either because the patents are too expensive, or because the other party is holding them back from licensing.

While overseas mobile phone chips are still struggling at 90 nanometers, China had already mass-produced 28-nanometer chips last year.

As fortunes change, patents are blocked, equipment is embargoed, and raw material supplies are cut off, making it increasingly difficult to break through overseas markets.

Five-nanometer etching machine? The Yanhuang Kingdom had already mass-produced it in its past life.

Although lithography machines were once outdated, that was a thing of the past.

If over a billion people were to return to the present day, twenty years ago, the technological standing of the Yanhuang nation and overseas would be completely reversed.

The mobile phone market? Yanhuang manufacturers are sweeping the world, and their core technology patents have long been snapped up by other companies.

Lin Quan drove for four hours straight, still full of energy, and stopped at a service area for about twenty minutes to rest.

With his current physical condition, he could go three days without sleep and still be as nimble as ever.

There's nothing we can do about it... those new traffic regulations that were supposed to be implemented more than a decade later were all put into effect shortly after their rebirth.

"More than a thousand kilometers left, let's go."

We filled up the tank and set off, then drove for another four hours before stopping at a service area for about twenty minutes.

We arrived in Baoshan Town around eight o'clock the next morning. It felt familiar, yet somewhat strange.

"I haven't been back for three years, and so many houses have sprung up."

"Buy a few storefronts and collect rent from them later."

He toured the town, visiting each sales office to inquire about prices, and snapped up six storefronts in one go.

Six rooms are arranged in a row, each 50 square meters, with a unit price of 6,000.

"One million eight hundred thousand, all six rooms included, the monthly rent adds up to about twelve thousand."

I had a copy shop print a few rental notices, posted them on the front door, and drove back to the village.

The old house had peeling paint and crooked beams. He took a pack of cigarettes and went straight to the village chief's house.

Building a house requires going through the necessary procedures, but with Chen Jianxin's help, it saved a lot of trouble.

Chenjiawan has a lot of land, with an average of six mu of dry land and four mu of paddy fields per person, but the land is scattered here and there.

Some villages have a large population but little land, with dry land and paddy fields combined not even reaching five mu; other villages have a small population but a large land, with dozens or even hundreds of mu not enough to cover the land.

Lin Quan spent money to exchange land, gradually bringing his own land together in one place.

"If we dig a fishpond that's fifty meters long and fifty meters wide, and put a few fish in it, then life will be stable."

"I'll leave the six acres of dry land for now, and then I'll take care of it when I really want to farm for my retirement."

Chen Jianxin has been contracting out road repairs and pond construction for many years, while Lin Quan directly entrusted him with the task of converting paddy fields into fish ponds.

With the help of the village chief, he successfully obtained approval for a 180-square-meter residential plot.

Even without anyone's help, the foundation of the old house is just the right size.

"Two floors above ground and one floor below ground, enough to live in."

I bought a set of blueprints online and found a construction team in town to tear down the old house and rebuild it.

After thinking it over for two days, he checked into the Xingyue Hotel in town.

I don't like crowding into other people's homes; staying in a hotel is more comfortable and convenient for getting things done.

The old house was demolished, and I didn't want to buy a house in town, so a hotel was the most suitable option.

Chenjiawan is less than two kilometers from the town. The air in the village is fresh and clean, and you can hear roosters crowing and dogs barking in the morning and evening, which is more comfortable than living in the town.

A few days later, the six shops were rented out one after another, with monthly rent starting at two thousand.

One month's deposit plus three months' rent in advance, payment via WeChat or JD.com transfer, fast processing, no disputes.

In total, he earns a steady income of 32,000 yuan per month: 20,000 yuan from Zhejiang Province and 12,000 yuan from his hometown.

During the day, I went to the village to check on the progress of the fishpond digging and the renovation of the rented houses;

At night, I would venture into the mountains a few kilometers away to absorb the vitality of plants.

The once lush green grass and trees drooped after absorbing the water, but they did not die.

Lin Quan knew his limits, taking only one-third and never overspending.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, those wilted branches and leaves will straighten up again within a week.

The mountains are vast and the forests are dense. They change locations every day, in a seven-day cycle, repeating the same pattern over and over.

Buying a car, building a house, repairing a pond—everything costs money, but everything also generates money.

Seeing that he was hardworking and had plenty of money, the kind-hearted uncles and aunts in the village started to introduce him to potential partners.

As the year draws to a close, those who went out to work have all returned home.

The villagers know Lin Quan's character perfectly well... They've seen him every day for over thirty years, who can they fool?

In his past life, he was perfect except for being poor; now that he's rich, he's a hot commodity.

Lin Quan thought finding a girlfriend was good, but getting married? Forget it.

As far as I can remember, he was never married, only had a few girlfriends.

The bride price is too heavy; I really can't afford it, let alone get married.

I remember a few years later, the bride price in Longshan County started at 100,000 yuan, and you also had to own a house in the county town and a car.

No matter the size of the house or the price of the car, the two together would cost at least 400,000 yuan.

Add to that a dowry of 100,000, five gold items, a banquet, and three or four gold items... without 600,000 to 700,000, you simply can't make a move.

If he had a truly caring wife in his past life, he would have already brought wine to her door to acknowledge her.

"It's okay to date. If we get along, we'll marry; if not, we'll break up."

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the fishpond construction and housing construction were halted, and all the workers went home for the New Year.

Lin Quan carried cigarettes and alcohol and went to Chen Jianxin's house for a free meal.

These past few days, he's been taking turns eating New Year's Eve dinner at the homes of several relatives and acquaintances in the village.

"Ah Quan, your fishpond will be done after the New Year if you just pour a layer of reinforced concrete around it."

"Uncle, pour water along the edge of the pond too, to make it more solid."

"As long as the money is there, everything else is negotiable."

After the meal, Lin Quan and several villagers of similar age went fishing at the village pond.

"Brother Quan, it's been three years, how much have you made?"

"Not much, maybe a few million."

"Several million? Really that many? Where did they come from?"

"I opened a braised food shop and took on a few apprentices."

"Who taught you this skill?"

"You all know perfectly well... Before I was reborn, I was just an ordinary person. I couldn't trade stocks, but I was passable at cooking. I studied at the Oriental Culinary Academy for half a year, and then I set up a restaurant in another city..."

"If I had known this would happen, I would have gone to learn to cook too."

"Want to open your own shop?"

"It's better than tightening screws in a factory."

"Sure, I'll teach you. You prepare the ingredients, I'll just teach you how to do it."

"Ah Quan, count me in!"

"Okay, everything's bought. Classes can start anytime."

He caught about twenty pounds of fish with one rod and carried them all to the village chief's house. That night, he stewed a big pot of fish and drank to his heart's content with some wine.

Lin Quan was slightly tipsy and played cards in the village for more than two hours. After the game, he walked to the town.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, construction on the fishpond and the new house resumed.

During the day, Lin Quan stayed in the village, teaching Chen Yongyi and Chen Yonghua how to prepare the braising liquid, control the heat, and marinate the food.

Matchmakers came one after another, some introduced by villagers, and others were women from the surrounding villages who acted as matchmakers.