Inside the space, the grass was lush and green, and the climate was pleasant. Luo Wangshu wrote a few characters for Li Miaomiao to practice while he carried a hoe and worked hard digging the soil, the vegetable seeds placed beside him.
After finally loosening a patch of earth, Luo Wangshu opened the packet of seeds and discovered they had sprouted already.
What?!
Automatic germination?
Not thinking too much about it, he planted the seeds. Then he remembered Mo Li mentioning that they needed watering, so he went to the little river to fetch water…
Wait!
Only after finishing the watering did Luo Wangshu realize something.
He could control rain inside the space!
So why was he working so hard carrying water back and forth? Wasn’t that just wasting time and effort?
Annoyed, he smacked himself on the head and continued digging.
Another advantage of the space was the flow of time. As long as he adjusted it, one shichen inside equaled only a quarter of an hour outside. Otherwise, at Luo Wangshu’s digging speed, he probably wouldn’t accomplish much in a whole day.
When he got tired, he ate some spirit herbs. When thirsty, he drank river water. The river water tasted sweet. While it wasn’t as miraculous as described in other novels, drinking it over time was still good for the body.
“Auntie, Miaomiao memorized all the characters!” Li Miaomiao ran over excitedly.
Luo Wangshu wiped away his sweat and looked at the ground beside her. Sure enough, the writing was neat and orderly.
“Miaomiao is so good. Hmm, are you hungry?” Luo Wangshu thought for a moment. He couldn’t keep making the little girl sit there practicing forever, but he still had work to do…
Li Miaomiao hesitated before nodding.
Luo Wangshu brought her to a crude little wooden house near the river. Digging through a giant black bag, he found a few packs of potato chips.
“Auntie, what’s this?” Li Miaomiao asked curiously while hugging the bag, her eyes blinking brightly.
Luo Wangshu opened a bag and tasted one himself.
Mm, still crispy. The flavor hadn’t changed either. That meant they hadn’t expired.
He handed the rest to Li Miaomiao. “These are called potato chips. They’re really tasty. Auntie’s going to fetch some water. Sit here nicely and eat, okay?”
“Okay!” Li Miaomiao copied Luo Wangshu, picked up a chip, and bit into it.
Crunch crunch.
It was fun to eat, and delicious too.
When Luo Wangshu returned with bamboo tubes filled with water, he saw Li Miaomiao happily munching away one bite after another.
“Tasty?” Luo Wangshu wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth.
Li Miaomiao nodded hard. “Super tasty! Even tastier than candied hawthorn!”
“But you can’t eat too much, or you won’t be able to eat your meals later.” Luo Wangshu smiled. Having snacks really did make time easier to pass. Thankfully, he had stocked up on potato chips…
Hm?
Suddenly, Luo Wangshu remembered something.
“Miaomiao, be good and eat slowly. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay!” Li Miaomiao answered casually while eating like a little hamster. As long as there was tasty food, she was happy.
Luo Wangshu rushed into the wooden house. After rummaging around for a long time, he suddenly burst into laughter.
He was so stupid.
He had spent millions buying all that stuff, only to shove it into the space and completely forget about it.
Ahem.
Back when he first obtained the space, the first novels he read were apocalypse novels. He’d thought he was some chosen savior or something, so he secretly bought several guns on the black market along with boxes of bullets. He even bought grenades.
As for food, he’d bought five or six bags of rice, lots of crop seeds, and dozens of boxes of instant noodles that hadn’t even been opened.
If his bed hadn’t been too large, he probably would’ve stuffed the bed inside too.
But after spending several years living in fear and anxiety, Luo Wangshu had long forgotten about all this stuff. Fighting schemes and plots with the people in that household had nearly made him forget the space existed at all. He only remembered it when he needed to store something important.
There was no helping it. In the modern world, he hadn’t lacked money, didn’t know how to farm, and was too lazy to learn. The space was optional to him.
Sometimes he would just stare at it and think about his mother.
Still, he was grateful for having this space. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived to adulthood.
But now…
Hahaha!
Rice! Rice!
I love you to death!
Humming a tune, Luo Wangshu counted his supplies.
If he’d known he would transmigrate, he would’ve brought some transmigration novels to read—or bought a few agricultural books to study. Then he wouldn’t be completely clueless now.
In the corner of the wooden house were all kinds of clothes, but they were far too modern. If he wore them outside, people would definitely point fingers at him again.
Having nice clothes but being unable to wear them made Luo Wangshu feel incredibly tragic.
Hmm, let’s see what seeds he had…
Chili peppers, bok choy, tomatoes…
Eh?
Where did these strawberry seeds come from?
Maybe he could try planting some.
Luo Wangshu didn’t seem to have seen strawberries anywhere here. If he managed to grow them and sell them…
Wahaha!
He could practically smell the business opportunity.
The moment he thought of it, he acted. Luo Wangshu grabbed the strawberry seeds and started planting them. Watering was entirely controlled with mental power. After all that effort, his mental energy was nearly exhausted.
And the result of exhausting it completely was—
Without warning, both he and Li Miaomiao were kicked out of the space.
Li Miaomiao blankly bit into a potato chip while holding an empty package shell.
Eh?
Back home already?
Why didn’t Auntie make her close her eyes this time?
Luo Wangshu’s head felt like it was being stabbed with needles. His face turned pale, cold sweat pouring down.
“Auntie, what’s wrong?” Seeing Luo Wangshu clutching the doorframe in pain, Li Miaomiao hurried over after tossing away the empty package.
“I’m fine… Miaomiao, be good and pick up that little bag for me, okay?” Luo Wangshu forced a smile despite the pain, but it looked uglier than crying.
Li Miaomiao obediently picked up the potato chip wrapper and handed it over anxiously. “Auntie, Miaomiao’s going to call Great-Grandpa…”
Luo Wangshu grabbed her with one hand and said word by word, “Miaomiao, you can’t tell anyone about this. It’s our secret, okay?”
Li Miaomiao looked like she was about to cry. “Auntie…”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Promise me, okay? Don’t tell anyone. Pinky swear…”
Luo Wangshu looked weaker and weaker, frightening Li Miaomiao silly. She bit her lip and hooked pinkies with him.
“Pinky swear. A hundred years, no breaking it.”
“So good…” Luo Wangshu’s vision suddenly went black, and he collapsed.
“Auntie!”
So this was what exhausting mental power felt like…
Like his entire body had been hollowed out…
A cold and lonely little window.
A thin figure sat before a mirror combing his hair.
Beside him, a maid said, “Young Master, the auspicious hour has arrived.”
The man blankly allowed the maid to cover his face with red gauze before supporting him out the door…
Mm?
So noisy…
What the hell?
Why were so many people talking near his ears?
Luo Wangshu struggled to open his eyes. The ceiling was made of rough wooden boards, and the bed beneath him was hard too.
Definitely not his soft mattress.
Eh?
Hiss—
Why did he forget again that he’d transmigrated and been reborn?
“Wife!” Mo Li joyfully pulled him into a hug so tight it nearly strangled him.
Luo Wangshu helplessly patted his shoulder. “Hurry and let go! You’re squeezing too hard!” He could barely breathe.
Only then did Mo Li loosen his grip slightly.
Very slightly.
“Wife, what happened? Why did you suddenly faint?”
“Auntie, you scared Miaomiao to death! Wuwu…” Li Miaomiao said tearfully while leaning by the bedside.
Warmth filled Luo Wangshu’s heart, though he didn’t show it. “What could happen to me? I just ate too much and got overheated. Don’t be so nervous, acting like I’m about to die or something… Ow!”
“Bah bah bah! Think before you speak!” Mo Fang smacked Luo Wangshu on the head with his tobacco pipe, the disgust in his eyes obvious.
Luo Wangshu looked at Mo Fang resentfully while Mo Li chuckled and rubbed his head for him.
“It’s good you woke up, good you woke up.” A woman dressed in green smiled warmly. “Wangshu, right? Ah, you have no idea how hard Miaomiao cried when she came to get me. But the weather isn’t even hot today, so why did you suddenly faint?”
Luo Wangshu carefully examined the woman. She looked vaguely familiar.
Mo Fang coughed lightly and introduced her, “Your Uncle Li’s wife. Just call her Aunt Xu.”
“Aunt Xu, hello. Thank you.” Luo Wangshu politely greeted her.
But upon noticing outsiders present, his previously carefree attitude disappeared. He suddenly looked proper and well-behaved, though less lively than before.
Instead, Aunt Xu looked at him with even more approval.
Being lively around family meant he was open and genuine. But if a married person acted equally “open” around outsiders, that wouldn’t be considered a good trait.
“Since he’s fine, I’ll head back first. Kang-boy should be getting out of school soon too.” Aunt Xu spoke a few words to Mo Fang before leaving.
Luo Wangshu weakly leaned against Mo Li and didn’t want to move. “What time is it now?”
“Quarter past You hour.”
What the hell?
Luo Wangshu silently recited the twelve traditional time periods in his head. Since one shichen equaled two hours…
Mm.
Between five and seven in the afternoon.
A quarter would be fifteen minutes.
So it was around 5:15 PM.
Yep, no problem.
When he entered the space it had been around eight in the morning. When he came out it was about noon. And now it was suddenly after five in the evening.
Time really passed fast.
Seeing the two chatting happily, Mo Fang quietly took Li Miaomiao away. Since Luo Wangshu was fine and Mo Li had brought food back from the restaurant, listening to the two ramble wasn’t as worthwhile as eating dinner.
“When did you get back?” Luo Wangshu still felt a bit dizzy and headachy, but he didn’t want to let go of Mo Li.
“Got home at You hour.”
“Was working at the restaurant fun?”
“It was alright.”
The two asked and answered one another, and the atmosphere was fairly harmonious.
Luo Wangshu silently reflected on whether he had scared Mo Li too badly. The originally honest and simple man had now become a taciturn, cold-faced person.
“Grrrr—”
Luo Wangshu laughed awkwardly. “Uh… it’s hungry.”
Only then did the chilly aura around Mo Li disappear somewhat, and his lips curved slightly.
“Mm. Let’s eat.”
Over the next few days, Luo Wangshu increasingly felt that Mo Li was acting strange.
He asked Miaomiao whether she had told Mo Li what happened. Miaomiao immediately declared righteously that she would never break a pinky promise. She even accused Luo Wangshu of not trusting her, forcing him into a long string of apologies.
In the end, he only managed to coax her back with a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips.
The things planted inside the space couldn’t be casually taken outside, or people would definitely become suspicious. So Luo Wangshu told Mo Fang he wanted to use a corner of the courtyard to grow strawberries.
After sizing him up with an extremely disdainful look, Mo Fang agreed.
In Mo Fang’s eyes, Luo Wangshu definitely wouldn’t accomplish anything anyway. But staying home all day was too boring, so he might as well let him mess around with the land.
Luo Wangshu grinned happily. Once everyone left, he dug up the soil and transplanted the strawberries from the space—the ones that had already sprouted, grown rapidly, and were almost ripe.
He even watered them with river water from the space.
Even if they didn’t grow as insanely fast as they did inside the space, the speed was still impressive.
Bright red fruit.
Sweet and delicious…
Just imagining the harvest made Luo Wangshu excited.
If you had a cheat ability, you had to use it.
If you had a golden thigh to cling to, you had to hold on tight.
Only…
Had he offended his golden thigh somehow?
Why was his golden thigh getting more and more silent?