Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Qiao Jingjing was in high spirits, looking around and occasionally whispering praises;

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated several times, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her skirt, as if she had a thousand words stuck in her chest but didn't know where to begin.

Lin Quan glanced at her and smiled, "Just say what you want to ask, no need to hesitate."

Even without her saying a word, he understood that the more the world revealed its true face, the deeper the impact on her would be.

She grew up in a world where spirit beasts roamed and sects were divided, and she believed in the supremacy of strength and the law of the jungle.

And this land before us is building a new order on the ruins with an almost clumsy enthusiasm.

Let alone Zhu Zhuqing, even if you search through all the historical records, which dynasty could, after the collapse of the country, rekindle the light in the eyes of the people in just a few years?

Zhu Zhuqing finally bit her lower lip, her voice soft but clear: "They...don't live a comfortable life."

"But why do I always feel there's something about them that I can't quite put my finger on?"

Before Lin Quan could reply, Qiao Jingjing smiled and said, "It's hope."

"Look into their eyes—they are not empty, not resentful, but bright and full of faith."

"Sister Zhuqing, you haven't truly gotten close to it yet. You'll understand when you do."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes flickered, and she looked directly at Lin Quan: "By the way, how do I get to the library around here?"

Qiao Jingjing glanced over, and Lin Quan nodded in acknowledgment. Then, he led the two girls quickly toward the library.

As soon as they entered the library, before Lin Quan could even speak, Qiao Jingjing had already taken Zhu Zhuqing's arm and led them straight through the rows of bookshelves to the technical literature section.

"Jingjing, why don't you show Zhuqing around here for a bit? I have some urgent business to attend to..."

As soon as Lin Quan finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing nodded gently, and he turned and left the reading room.

If it were just Zhu Qing alone, Lin Quan would be worried.

But now, with Qiao Jingjing by my side—she's a living encyclopedia decades ahead of her time.

Not to mention that the two of them already possessed extraordinary abilities and knowledge, so Lin Quan had absolutely no concerns.

Stepping out of the library, he didn't stop; with his clothes fluttering, he strode quickly toward the Military Control Commission.

Before long, Lin Quan stood in front of that familiar office door.

That's right, it's the place where he delivered the intelligence last time!

Pushing open the door, I saw Aunt Wang bent over her desk reviewing documents, the nib of her pen scratching on the pages.

"Aunt Wang!"

Lin Quan didn't exchange pleasantries or beat around the bush; he simply placed the brown paper bag he was carrying on the desk.

Hearing the noise, Deputy Director Wang looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips behind his glasses: "Oh, here we go again?"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already stood up, picked up the enamel mug, filled it with warm water with a splash, and steadily pushed it to Lin Quan's side.

"This time it's not trouble—it's good news."

Lin Quan took the water vat and casually opened the paper bag, revealing a thick stack of blueprints neatly spread out on the table.

"This is……"

Deputy Director Wang's fingertips had just touched the edge of the paper when his brows furrowed slightly. He didn't rush to flip through it, but instead looked up at Lin Quan.

But trust was ingrained in her very being; after a brief pause, she lowered her head and began to read carefully.

At first, she remained indifferent, treating it as just an ordinary reference image.

But the further he turned, the heavier his breathing became, and his fingertips tightened—

Automatic rifle structural diagrams, submachine gun cross-section analysis, pistol ergonomic improvement schemes... all three types of light weapons are clearly labeled, with solid parameters and rigorous logic.

"hiss--"

After a quick scan, she took a deep breath, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edges of the drawing.

Although she is not formally trained, she has been working in the military for thirty years and can name the model of a gun even with her eyes closed.

These diagrams, just by looking at the material labels and stress distribution, show that more than 90% of them are definitely not just theoretical!

"This...is this really your drawing?"

She had barely opened her mouth when Lin Quan interrupted her:

"I drew them myself. Three complete designs: an automatic rifle, a submachine gun, and a pistol."

He had already planned this out long ago.

If the blueprints are left for posterity, even museums might not bother to collect them.

But right now? These are all powerful assets that can change the course of the battle!

Once mass-produced and deployed, the firepower of the entire force will more than double.

Especially with the war for the founding of the nation imminent, this batch of equipment is like a timely gift!

"Aunt Wang knows exactly what it's good for."

"If you trust me, then pass it on; if you don't, I won't say a word in my defense."

"I've finished my business, I'll head out now—so as not to keep you from your important matters."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already reached the door.

As soon as Deputy Director Wang opened his mouth, he caught a glimpse of the swaying shadow of the door frame out of the corner of his eye. When he looked up again, Lin Quan's figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"That brat..."

She smiled and shook her head, then bent down to smooth out a crease in the corner of the drawing, her fingertips still slightly warm.

Meanwhile, Lin Quan had already turned the corner of the stairs and wiped his forehead—

Actually, not a single bead of sweat appeared, but the palms of his hands were indeed a little damp.

The gun blueprints were easy to obtain; with Aunt Wang leading the way, the timing was perfect.

But the next batch of grain seeds was the real tough nut to crack—

It doesn't rely on a flash of inspiration; it requires trying each grain one by one and persevering year after year.

Lin Quan couldn't think of any brilliant ideas for a while, so he simply made up his mind to find a suitable opportunity and hand over the grain seeds to the relevant authorities.

As for how to handle the follow-up, who will make the decision, and how to implement it, let those concerned people at the top figure that out.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt much lighter and his pace slowed down as he strolled leisurely back to the library.

When I pushed the door open, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing were sitting quietly in the corner by the window.

One spoke with meticulous detail and at a measured pace; the other listened attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time.

That expression was exactly like someone who "understood seven or eight parts" of what was said, yet there were still a few unresolved doubts hidden in their brows and eyes.

Lin Quan didn't say anything, but quietly chose an empty seat against the wall and sat down, watching quietly.

About an hour or two later, he got up and approached, his voice gentle yet authoritative:

"Knowledge is something that can't be rushed. There's a long road ahead, so let's just gather it up for today."

"Let's fill our stomachs first, then we can stroll around and take our time to look at everything."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two finally closed their books.

Lin Quan didn't ask what was churning in Zhu Zhuqing's heart, nor did he intend to speculate.

He led them straight to Quanjude—a time-honored brand with a gleaming signboard and a century-old kiln that never goes out.

Upon entering, I ordered two glistening, crispy roast ducks.

"As expected of a century-old brand, this duck is indeed delicious..." Qiao Jingjing exclaimed sincerely after taking a bite.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but nodded slightly, her lips curving upwards, her eyes clearly showing approval.

Before long, the two ducks were devoured by the three of them.

Lin Quan glanced at the satisfied and relaxed expressions on their faces, a smile playing on his lips as he asked, "Want two more?"

Unexpectedly, Qiao Jingjing shook her head and laughed: "It's only when you taste it occasionally that you find it delicious; if you were to eat it every meal and have plenty, I'm afraid that after a few days you wouldn't even bother to smell it anymore."