The next morning, as soon as she woke up, Caicai reminded Mu Youyou that the rice she had planted earlier had already been harvested. It had been automatically processed into rice, and Caicai had already bought large sacks from the marketplace to store it.
“Sister, the rice we planted earlier has matured. In total, we got 13,500 jin of rice.”
“What did you say? How many jin?” Mu Youyou, who had still been half-asleep, instantly woke up. She remembered hearing in the news that producing 1,200 jin per mu was already considered high yield.
“Sister, the land in our farming system has been improved by Tech Father. Each mu can produce 1,500 jin of rice,” Caicai explained.
“Sell it all to the marketplace,” Mu Youyou said. Since earning and spending money helped Caicai level up, she just needed to make more instead of spending recklessly.
“Sister, what should we plant next?” Caicai’s green eyes sparkled brightly.
“Let’s plant fruits. They’re more valuable than grain. By the way, where do the items we sell to the marketplace go?” Mu Youyou asked curiously.
“Sister, the marketplace sells them to different planes. Some planes lack food—like primitive eras or apocalyptic worlds,” Caicai explained.
Mu Youyou nodded in understanding.
“Pick some expensive fruit seeds. We’ll test which one earns the most, then focus on that,” she said.
“Okay, Sister.” Caicai bought seeds, planted them, and sold the rice.
“Sister, the grain was sold at the official grain station price. We earned 3,510 yuan, and it’s already in the balance,” Caicai reported.
“Alright, leave it there for now. Caicai, can we also sell those treasures we found yesterday?” Mu Youyou had already started treating Caicai like family and wanted to help him earn more points.
“Sister, not yet. The current prices aren’t good,” Caicai replied. Prices in the marketplace fluctuated with real-world values.
“Alright then.”
Because she wanted to help Caicai earn points, Mu Youyou gave up the idea of selling grain on the black market.
“Sister, from today onward, you can’t sleep in the space anymore. You need to adapt to life in this era,” Caicai said when she was about to return to the space to sleep.
“Can’t I just sleep there after I move to the military base? Please, Caicai,” Mu Youyou pleaded.
She had always been sensitive to beds. When she moved into her new home in her previous life, it had taken her half a month to get used to a new bed.
“No, Sister. I’ve already sensed that Gu Beiting is on his way back to the capital. His awareness is very sharp. If he discovers me, you might end up being studied—we can’t take that risk.”
Caicai wasn’t worried about Gu Beiting noticing that Mu Youyou wasn’t the original host—they had only met once, and her body was still the same.
“Why can you sense that Gu Beiting is on his way?” Mu Youyou asked. It didn’t seem logical.
“I’m not sure,” Caicai admitted.
One human and one machine sat together—one on the sofa, the other beside it—thinking for half an hour without figuring it out.
Mu Youyou was the type who didn’t dwell on things she couldn’t understand. “Forget it. Caicai, I want ice cream.”
“Received.”
Over the past few days, Caicai had bought plenty of snacks Mu Youyou liked and placed them around using telekinesis. It had basically become her personal assistant.
Although Mu Youyou didn’t want to leave the comfortable space, she listened to Caicai. Most of her time was spent in the original host’s house, only entering the space occasionally for snacks.
Meanwhile, Caicai stayed in the space, helping her pick clothes from the marketplace and prepare luggage for her move.
The original host’s clothes had already been listed and sold on the marketplace as recycled items.
Mu Youyou had been amazed by this recycling function—even garbage could be sold. She had previously worried the space would start smelling like a dump.
To both her and Caicai’s surprise, Gu Beiting didn’t come to see her during the days he had already returned to the capital.
It wasn’t until the morning of her departure to the Eastern Military Region that he finally knocked on her door.
Mu Youyou opened it. The man standing outside was at least 188 cm tall, dressed in a neat military uniform. His posture was upright, his appearance striking. His eyes were sharp as cold stars, his brows strong and defined. His broad chest carried an imposing aura.
She froze for a moment. Seeing him in person was far more impactful than the original host’s memories—he was incredibly handsome.
She only snapped out of it when Caicai reminded her.
“Hello, Comrade Gu.” She greeted him the same way they had addressed each other during their first meeting.
“Comrade Mu, are you ready? We need to head to the station,” Gu Beiting said, looking at the girl before him. She seemed different from before—last time, she hadn’t even dared to look up at him.
He had known his new wife was beautiful, but now she seemed even more so—fairer skin, and her eyes carried a brightness that hadn’t been there before.
“I’m ready. Can you come inside for a moment? I have something to discuss,” Mu Youyou steadied herself. She decided to be upfront before they left.
“Alright.” Gu Beiting nodded, gave instructions to the soldier behind him, and followed her inside.
“Have some water. There’s not much left in the house, so please make do.”
She poured him a glass of water and sat across from him at the table. Only two chairs remained in the house.
Gu Beiting took the glass but didn’t drink. Instead, he looked at her.
“I know you were forced by your family to marry me,” Mu Youyou said, meeting his gaze directly.
“Yes,” he admitted, surprised by her straightforwardness.
“So here’s what I propose: after I join you at the base, we’ll sleep separately. We’ll give it two years—if we develop feelings, we’ll remain married. If not, we’ll divorce,” she said in one breath.
Gu Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her. His gaze felt dangerous, making Mu Youyou call out to Caicai in her mind.
“Sister, it’s fine. I don’t detect any intent to harm you,” Caicai reassured her.
“You can even detect that?”
“Seems like I can only detect Gu Beiting’s…”
Gu Beiting was certain the woman in front of him was the same person he had met before, yet everything about her felt different.
He couldn’t help but wonder why she had acted so timid the first time.
“Alright,” he agreed with a nod.
“I’ll handle the cooking. I don’t need you to support me. You just need to contribute twenty yuan a month for living expenses—more or less will be adjusted accordingly. But for other household chores, as long as you’re home, you have to share the work,” Mu Youyou said.
She was willing to cook because she enjoyed it, but that didn’t mean she would act like his servant.