Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

1965, Beiping City, No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

"Little Zhou, Uncle has carried this chair inside for you!"

Yan Bugui's somewhat hushed voice came from the courtyard. He was seen carrying a chair with difficulty, his back bent.

His arms were trembling from the weight, but he still managed to walk to the door of the east wing.

The smile on that old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Uncle, you've gone to so much trouble."

Zhou Feng, who was standing at the door of the east wing, nodded and then stepped aside to make way.

As the other person passed by, his hand trembled, and he took a gray cloth bag from Yan Bugui's hand.

After carrying the chair into the room, the latter simply wiped the sweat from his forehead and, without even taking a breath, looked up in the direction of Zhou Feng's kitchen.

Within minutes, Zhou Feng came out of the kitchen carrying the gray cloth bag, which was originally empty but was now full.

Yan Bugui, who was just panting, suddenly burst into exaggerated speed, quickly took the bag from Zhou Feng's hand, and glanced inside.

The bag contained white rice, with several red-shelled eggs placed securely on top!

"Xiao Zhou is still the most reliable!"

Yan Bugui tightened the bag opening with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, your third aunt and I will go out and inquire again. If anyone still has this old thing, I will find it for you."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Yan Bugui suddenly took half a step closer and lowered his voice.

"Actually, I have another piece of information. There's an old man named Cha just two alleys away. His family used to be quite wealthy, and he probably has a lot of rare and valuable items hidden away. Shall we go there in a bit?"

Standing in front of Zhou Feng, Yan Bugui was clearly a tall, thin intellectual with glasses, but his words and actions at this moment were exactly like those of a scheming middleman.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home."

Although Zhou Feng found it amusing, he remained very polite.

Yan Bugui's smile deepened after receiving confirmation.

Holding the bag of grain, he peeked out and looked around before leaving. Seeing that no one was in the front yard, he nodded to Zhou Feng, bent over, and ran back to his house in a flash.

Zhou Feng chuckled at this action, closed the door, sat down in a chair, casually pulled out a bottle of cola, and twisted the cap open with a "hiss".

After downing a sip of his sugary drink, Zhou Feng's gaze swept over several pieces of old furniture that Yan Bugui had acquired.

By exchanging grain for this stuff, Yan Bugui will definitely make a profit, but we will absolutely not lose out!

Once you bring them to the modern era and sell them, they'll fetch a lot of money!

Yes, Zhou Feng is an ordinary time traveler.

After wandering around Beiping for several years, he sheepishly returned to his hometown and opened an ordinary little antique shop.

I usually just want to find a bargain and make a little money, but when I woke up, I found myself in the world of "Full House of Love"!

The most important thing is!

He gained the ability to travel between two worlds!

Although you can only travel through it once a day, and you can only bring items within ten cubic meters that he has chosen, that is enough!

The initial plan is to take advantage of the time difference between the two worlds, acquire some valuable furniture and antiques here, and then bring them back to the modern world to make a profit from the price difference!

After all, there is no concept of antiques in this era; they are simply furniture, jewelry, or old objects.

Then we can easily resell them, and bring back some supplies from the modern world. We can become rich in both worlds. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

After putting down the cola, Zhou Feng filled a basin with cold water from the water tank, soaked a rag, and began wiping the stains off the furniture.

These will be valuable assets to exchange for money in the future, how can you not cherish them?

In the blink of an eye, Yan Bugui had already rushed into the house with a cloth bag in his arms and started rummaging through his kitchen.

"Oh my God, you're finally back!"

The three women quickly walked up to Yan Bugui and lowered their voices: "Old Yan, you...you really won't get into trouble, will you? Don't let this turn into some kind of speculation scheme. What's Little Zhou doing collecting so many broken tables and chairs?"

"What do you know? Comrade Zhou just likes these old...trinkets! That's a personal hobby, you know?"

"I didn't resell anything for money, nor did I disrupt any harmony. I was just helping my neighbors in the yard find something. What's wrong with that?"

As he spoke, Yan Bugui, having placed the eggs, began pouring rice into his rice jar.

"Look how good this rice is, and these eggs! These days, you can't find such good things. If you don't even know a little bit about saving money, how are you going to make a living!"

Yan Bugui's lips curled up slightly. Grain is so precious!

You don't need grain coupons or egg coupons to get them from Zhou Feng, especially egg coupons, which are really hard to come by!

It's so hard to have this extra gain beyond the quota, yet you're still clinging to that woman's perspective!

Neither Zhou Feng nor the Third Uncle were aware of it; their conversation was clearly seen by a pair of eyes hidden in the passageway.

"Grandma! Grandma! I saw it! I really saw it!"

Banggeng, panting heavily, pushed open his own door and rushed to the front of the kang (a heated brick bed), his face full of excitement.

"You're right, Uncle San brought another broken chair to Zhou Feng's house! Afterwards, Zhou Feng gave him a big bag of stuff, which Uncle San hugged very tightly; it must be delicious food!"

"Hmph, I knew Old Man Yan and that Zhou Feng weren't up to any good!"

On the kang (a heated brick bed), Jia Zhangshi groaned and slowly sat up, leaning against the wall beside her.

The flesh on his plump face drooped, showing no trace of kindness, but rather a deep sense of gloom.

"Mom, why did you send Banggeng to keep an eye on this? What if Uncle San and the others see it? It'll look bad, and how will we ever see each other again?"

Qin Huairu, who was sweeping the floor in the outer room with a broken broom, straightened up upon hearing this and glanced at her mother-in-law with some resentment.

She didn't mind causing any trouble in the courtyard, but what bothered her was that her mother-in-law had assigned this task to Banggeng.

Madam Jia scoffed, glancing sideways at her daughter-in-law with a hint of disdain.

"If my eldest grandson hadn't been keeping an eye on things, how would we have discovered the affair between that stingy old man Yan and Zhou Feng?"

"Why are they rolling in fat while we, the mother and children, starve?"

"You want to report them?"

Qin Huairu stopped what she was doing and looked at her mother-in-law with some surprise.

I really didn't realize she was such a person with such high moral character!

"Why would I report them? At best, I'd get an award certificate; what good is that?"

"We have some stools at home, why don't you take two over and trade them with Zhou Feng for something?"