Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Since the year he traveled through time, Lu Liluo stole, oh no, invited a few small branches into the space.

Now, three years have passed, and these small branches have long since turned into fruit trees laden with fruits. Then the number of fruit trees has increased from "a few" to "many", and even the form of the little tree spirit has become much more solid.

The fruits on the trees have already ripened, each one is bright red, fragrant and very tempting.

But Lu Liluo herself doesn't eat these things, so of course she can't let them take up her space in vain. They have to be useful to her, or at least exchanged for silver.

She was too busy with the temporary hut that she had built to trick Wei Shimu before, and she only went there every now and then to make a guest appearance and solve the urgent problems of several anxious husbands in the capital.

A lot of money was earned, but not much fruit was sold.

Now, looking at the patches of fertile fruits in the space, Lu Liluo felt that she had to come up with some marketing methods to make these little things play a greater role.

That's the meaning of their existence, isn't it?

It would be better to have someone to replace salt or something, so that it would be more motivating.

Speaking of salt substitutes, Lu Liluo suddenly thought of Wei Shimu. So far, she had only completed 40% of the original owner's mission, which meant that Wei Shimu still had the aura of a male protagonist.

With this halo, coupled with Wei Shimu's current fame and reputation - well, his reputation is a bit lacking. But that's not important.

Black and red are also red.

In short, I believe that the fruits grown in this space will be sold without any problems.

. . .

It was midnight and the spring air was still chilly.

The iron lock on the door was hanging tightly.

Wei Shimu lay on the shabby wooden bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The quilt on her body was from somewhere, but it was dirty and torn, and the cotton inside was clumped together. Covering her with it, it didn't keep her warm at all.

The kerosene lamp was still on, but the wick was thin and short, truly "a light as small as a bean", and could only illuminate a small area in front of him.

Everything around it looked like ghostly shadows.

Wei Shimu's stomach was growling with hunger.

"Black jade, black jade, black jade!"

After shouting several times, Mo Yu's impatient voice came from the next room: "What's the matter, my lord?"

Mo Yu asked loudly through the door.

"Moyu, your master is hungry. Go find me something to eat. I'd like to try Chunyulou's signature duck, or the chestnut chicken that Chef Liu often makes..."

There was no sound from Mo Yu outside the door.

——He didn't need to make this trip. It turned out that Wei Shijun was dreaming. Let him continue to sleep. There are all kinds of dreams.

Wei Shimu certainly knew that he couldn't eat any of these.

Ever since the incident with Xiao Zhengjing, he had been locked up in this woodshed by Mrs. Jian Wang, and had only one dish, one soup, and one steamed bun to live on every day.

However, Mo Yu, the servant, could live in a normal room with the servants in the mansion, have three normal meals a day, and even occasionally give the kitchen some silver to make some delicious food to satisfy his hunger.

Wei Shimu suggested that Mo Yu bring one for him as well, but Mo Yu refused mercilessly.

"I'm sorry, my lord,"

Mo Yu said:

"The prince has specifically instructed that you wear plain clothes, eat sparingly, and cultivate your character during this period. This will allow you to atone for your sins as soon as possible and return to the courtyard to take care of the young master..."

It would be strange if Wei Shimu believed this nonsense.

Ever since he was locked up in the woodshed, the Third Young Master was adopted by Wang Cejun and has never visited his biological father once.

Of course, the Third Young Master was young and ignorant. But that didn't stop Wei Shimu from hating the child in his heart - he was completely useless, and it was a pity that he had spent 15,000 taels of silver to buy the fertility fruit.

Speaking of the fertility fruit, he suddenly remembered that it was Mo Yu who told him the news about buying the fruit. Maybe Mo Yu had colluded with that person to defraud him.

Even without the three fruits, he could still get pregnant with the one given to him by Prince Jian.

So he was deliberately making trouble for Mo Yu.

Why does he, as the master, have such a miserable life while Mo Yu, as the servant, can live a life of luxury?

Cursing, Mo Yu returned to the room and fell onto the bed, intending to quickly fall asleep again, but suddenly found a person sitting in the shadow of the lamp. In horror, he was about to scream.

"Shh~" Lu.Arabic.Li Luo gestured to him.

The next day, Mo Yu left the house early in the morning with a bulging amount of silver in his pocket. He walked around the streets and alleys of the capital.

Soon, another hot piece of gossip became popular in the market.

It was said that the son born to Wei Shimu was indeed the child of Prince Jian. However, the reason he was able to conceive successfully that year was because he secretly purchased a fertility fruit with a high pregnancy rate from a certain place.

But these are just rumors, rumors.

Rumors should not be taken seriously, and certainly not used as a reference. There are also many versions of the purchase location, and everyone says something different.

But the same thing is that they all say that there is a curtain hanging at the door of the small house, and there is a foreigner dressed in strange clothes inside the house.

But human hearts are so strange.

Even though we know it's just a rumor, there are still people who hold on to a glimmer of hope and try their luck.

In fact, it was Lu Liluo who had Mo Yu spread the news. So those who really wanted to buy it would naturally be able to buy it. Moreover, if they met someone who was not very wealthy, the fruit would not be expensive.

Lu Liluo set up an identical small house in each of the rumored locations, with the interiors decorated identically. As for the Arabs selling fruit, they were of course her puppets.

At present, she does not have the ability to clone herself.

And for safety reasons, she set up formations and barriers outside each small house.

Without guidance, those who were curious, looking for trouble, or officials would never find these huts. Even if they stumbled upon them, they would not be able to enter.

Mo Yu has now found a new focus in his work.

He took the Loyalty Pill and became the "sales agent" of the fertile fruit in Lu Liluo's space. He could also get a considerable commission. His life was getting better and better, and he became even busier.

Wei Shimu's life became more difficult because of this.

In the past, no matter what, he would always eat his only meal at noon on time. But now, Mo Yu would get up early every day and go to "work".

Anyway, he is a free man now and doesn't care about other things in the mansion. He can come and go freely in Prince Jian's mansion by giving the gatekeeper some benefits.

When he gets off work, he only has time to go home and drink some water before he can bring Wei Shimu his only meal.

Wei Shimu really didn't understand how he had ended up like this.

Deep down, he had a strong intuition that this was not the life he was supposed to live. But as he walked through it, he could no longer imagine what the future would hold.

He didn't even know if he would ever be able to leave this woodshed.