The male supporting character was actually myself.

I made up a story about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge, hoping to have a romance with a celestial being. The moment I transmigrated, I stole her clothes, took her away, and had sex with her. But who would have thought that a whole day and night had passed, and I hadn't even managed to touch her hand, let alone get any real passion? And my own hand even suffered the consequences!

Having been single for over twenty years, he possessed skills and theories but had never had the opportunity to put them into practice. Hearing the increasingly alluring words from the girls, each more beautiful than the last, like waves crashing against the shore, Mu Jiuxiu's heart was pounding and his heart was burning. He licked his chapped lips, wishing he could plunge headlong into a flower garden.

"Hey, hey, young man, wait a minute." He couldn't resist the temptation and walked closer to the brothel, but was stopped by the servant at the door. "We're here to do business, and everyone who comes is a master. It's not that we look down on you, but seeing your patched clothes, do you have any money left for the girls' cosmetics?"

What kind of people haven't the waiters soliciting customers in front of the brothel seen?

They had developed a keen eye and could tell at a glance whether someone could afford the price of prostitution. But those in this line of work couldn't afford to offend anyone too much, so they stopped them and said politely, "The girls at our Wan Hua Lou are naturally more expensive than those common beauties outside. Even if you don't choose a girl, just going in to listen to a song and have some tea in the hall will cost at least five hundred coins."

If you want to hire girls to keep you company or have a few drinks, the expenses will be even more outrageous.

You can't do much at the brothel without a few taels of silver. If you don't mind, I can point you to another place. At least it'll be cheaper..."

The waiter pointed to the alley next door and whispered, "Just keep going straight, that's the waterway dock. Hehe, it's much cheaper than the kind you know!"

Devastated by reality, Mu Jiuxiu was enraged by the servant's obstruction.

Damn, going to a brothel costs several taels of silver?

With that money, I could build a house, buy land, and even take a young virgin as a concubine!

"The girls in brothels are not like ordinary girls. Don't underestimate us just because this is a small town. There are thresholds to getting into a brothel to perform." The waiter saw the anger and shock in his eyes and knew what the other was thinking. Seeing that there weren't many customers at the moment, he patiently explained, "Age, family background, and appearance are all factors that must be met before you can enter."

Once you're in a brothel, you need a tutor to teach you music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Just look at those ordinary girls soliciting customers—they're much prettier than the carefully selected young ladies, aren't they? Not to mention the more experienced girls. If you have the money to go into the main hall and see them, you'll understand how worthwhile those few taels of silver were.”

The waiter chuckled and lowered his voice, saying, "If you feel like you're not getting your money's worth, how could the business be so booming?"

Feeling a strange itch to do so, Mu Jiuxiu looked at the bolts of cloth in his arms and had no choice but to ask, "Could you please show me the way, young man? I'd like to sell these bolts for money. Where would be a good place to do that?"

"That depends on how you want to sell it. Going to a cloth shop is less trouble and more convenient, but you'll definitely be pressured to lower the price, especially since you only have one bolt of cloth and they're lucky if they'll even buy it; you can negotiate a price by hawking it on the street, but it depends on luck..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Mu Jiuxiu's burning passion felt like it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Damn, is it really this complicated to sell fabric?

What terrible things did I do to deserve digging this hole for myself? I'm so unlucky!

Despite his displeasure, Mu Jiuxiu's aura began to shine brightly, quickly enveloping the servant.

As he spoke, he casually touched the fabric and was immediately stunned by the "brain drain" effect. "Wow, this fabric feels really good, and the color is nice too. Wait a minute, I'll go call my mother over to take a look. If she likes it and the price is right, we'll buy it!"

Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise. Mu Jiuxiu quickly agreed and stood still to wait.

The servant ran into the building and quickly summoned an old woman who specialized in tailoring clothes for young ladies. A dazzling aura immediately enveloped her.

"Hmm, it's really nice." The old woman was probably in her forties, and her hands, which were used to cutting silk and satin for many years, were well-maintained and delicate. She touched the fabric and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. "Miss Jiang has mentioned to me several times that she wants a light blue dress, but I haven't been able to find suitable material, so it's been delayed."

Young man, this cloth you've woven is so beautiful, so lustrous and smooth! How much are you asking for? If the price is right, I'll take it.

Chapter Thirteen: Can't Carry It

Mu Jiuxiu originally expected to sell it for two hundred coins, but after hearing the servant talk about the prices in the brothel, he was a little unsure and was afraid that he would lose money if he asked for too little.

Fortunately, the protagonist's halo was protecting them, and the cannon fodder passersby naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the protagonist. When the old woman saw his predicament, she smiled and said, "If you go to a cloth shop, they'll only give you fifty coins at most. They're really bad at bargaining."

If you sell it yourself and happen to encounter a knowledgeable high-ranking official, they might give you a maximum of two hundred coins.

"I think you have a kind face, so I'll do you a favor and give you five hundred coins to buy this bolt of cloth. Next time you have such good fabric, you can bring it directly to Wan Hua Lou to sell to me. The girls and maids in our brothel need it for making clothes in many places."

Five hundred coins far exceeded Mu Jiuxiu's expectations.

It should have been a happy occasion, but after learning about the cost of living in a brothel, he felt that the amount of money was far too little. Even if the Weaver Girl worked herself to the bone to earn enough to enjoy a day at the brothel, it would take her a very long time.

"Mu Jiuxiu, you big idiot!" After leaving the brothel with five hundred coins, he went to a secluded spot and slapped himself hard across the face. Why didn't he know how to create a persona of a high-ranking official or a wealthy young master?

He hasn't had enough of living in poverty for over twenty years, so even when he makes up a story to be the protagonist, he can't forget to portray himself as a poor wretch!

The Weaver Girl is beautiful, but you must not touch her;

The girls in brothels are beautiful and fun, but they have no money.

He was so frustrated that he wanted to go back to the cave immediately and throw a bunch of cotton thread at the Weaver Girl so she could weave cloth day and night, get some money as soon as possible, and finally get to taste the pleasures of a woman to satisfy his craving!

As for whether the Weaver Girl wants to work or not?

Ha, either let yourself vent your anger or obediently weave cloth and make money for me. So what if you're a celestial being? With the story outline inputted by me, the creator, locked in, you'll have to obediently give birth to my children and live a normal life sooner or later!

As for whether there is love or not, it is meaningless to pursue it further. In any case, as long as you get the Weaver Girl, you can go to heaven and become a god. Life is full of fun and excitement, so why not have your fill?

With this in mind, Mu Jiuxiu stopped worrying.

Men have a long reproductive lifespan; there are plenty of men in their sixties and seventies who can still have sons. Anyway, in the story, the Queen Mother of the West couldn't catch up with the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd until their children were four or five years old. What's the big deal about a delay?

If the Weaver Girl can't have a child, the Queen Mother will definitely be held back and unable to come over!

The most urgent thing is to get her to make money. There's no way she can escape the Heavenly Fairy, but the girls in the brothel won't even bother with her if she doesn't have money.

The ancients had so many fun activities! If you come all this way and don't visit a brothel and spend a night with a courtesan, it would be a waste of your trip. It would be a shame to go to heaven and become an immortal without experiencing anything.

"Hehehe, once I've tried all the beauties of this world and had my fill, I'll ascend to heaven and become an immortal. I can do both at the same time!" Mu Jiuxiu touched the money tucked in his pocket, planning how to get rich in a very short time and enjoy the bliss of having two women on his left and right.

However, after filtering through the entrepreneurial experiences of the male protagonists in time-travel novels, he was troubled.

I don't know how to make expensive things like glass, soap, or sugar! I have no system, no stat points, I can't even write calligraphy, and I can't do anything with my status. Getting rich as a transmigrator is just too damn difficult.

After much thought, it was still more practical to rely on the Weaver Girl to weave cloth and sell it for money.

Mu Jiuxiu made up his mind, went to several clothing stores on the street and looked around, once again lamenting that the world is never fair.

It's common for high-ranking officials to spend hundreds of taels of silver on a single garment, while poor people can't even afford the most common long gown seen in TV dramas. He only found out after asking around that what they wear is regulated.

Ordinary low-level workers can only wear short-sleeved shirts, which are the cheapest and most convenient for working.

Only scholars with official titles could wear long gowns and earn money by writing and teaching without doing manual labor.

The materials used for clothing, such as square necklines, round necklines, linen, cloth, and brocade, vary depending on the person and their social class. You can't just wear whatever you want. Even if you're rich, without official rank, some styles can't be custom-made...

"Damn, no wonder everyone says that all other professions are inferior except for studying. It's so awesome to pass the imperial examinations and become an official!" After spending three hundred coins to buy a brand new set of clothes and shoes, Mu Jiuxiu looked for something delicious while considering what story he would write for himself next, such as a story about becoming a top scholar and a high-ranking official.

As for the emperor, forget about it. Wise rulers may have good endings, but they get up earlier than chickens and go to bed later than dogs, and they're constantly being plotted against by everyone around them who wants to kill them. Even with three thousand beauties in the harem, who knows when they'll cuckold him?

In my memory, no incompetent ruler who only cared about eating, drinking, and having fun ever had a good ending.

"You're such a pig-brain!" Mu Jiuzheng was racking his brains for ideas on what novels featured top scholars or domineering princes, when he suddenly realized what he meant and slapped himself. "Couldn't you be smarter? Just search for a domineering CEO story online and type it in! Why do you have to come up with your own ideas? What a waste of effort!"

If you can't make it up yourself, there are plenty of pre-written articles online.

Just pick a pure, enjoyable story as the protagonist, preferably set in a modern city where you don't have to fight monsters, level up, or engage in scheming. All you have to do is fall in love and give out sweet moments, while the supporting characters handle everything else. Wouldn't that be great?

He found a small stall and spent ten coins to eat a bowl of braised noodles with meat added. Then he found a stall selling sesame cakes and steamed buns and bought some to eat that evening.

With the remaining money, Mu Jiuxiu bought some daily necessities and then returned home fully loaded with his belongings.

"Hey, isn't that the Cowherd?"

"After just one day apart, how come you're suddenly wearing new clothes and shoes, looking all presentable?"

"Where did he get the money? He's so poor he sleeps in a cowshed and doesn't even have a bowl to eat from..."

…………

Having suffered a setback today by not having enough money to visit brothels in town, Mu Jiuxiu deliberately chose a new route back to the cave—a detour through the village—to regain his dignity!

Sure enough, the villagers who usually laughed at his poverty and treated him coldly all showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

He garnered envious glances from many, and he finally understood why male protagonists in wish-fulfillment novels love to show off and slap faces. This plot is indeed exhilarating! Just imagine, people who used to ignore you now want to grovel at your feet because you're rich and powerful. The contrast is so stark that it's incredibly satisfying.

In an instant, Mu Jiuxiu remembered the humiliation he had suffered before transmigrating.

My crush married a rich second-generation heir and became even more arrogant. The way she looked at me like I was being treated like a beggar when I squeezed through the crowd to offer her a toast was absolutely disgusting! So what if she's carrying a cheap bag worth a few hundred thousand? So what if she's wearing a watch worth hundreds of thousands? What's so great about that!

And those snobbish, condescending bastards, you all better hurry up and show off. I've now inherited the shop and become a shop owner who can travel through countless worlds. I'll go back sooner or later and slap you all in the face one by one!

At parties and drinking parties, every toast is first offered to the wealthy; they are all sycophants who fawn over the rich.

You ignored me back then, but I'll make you regret it soon! What goddess? I'm the chosen one who can easily push even the celestial Weaver Girl aside. You can beg and plead and lick my shoes, but I won't take you!

Holding his head high and chest out, enjoying the secret thrill of being the center of attention and envy, Mu Jiuxiu seemed to have successfully returned to that small city and slapped his classmates who looked down on him in the face. With just a few casual words, he had bankrupted the rich kids and turned them into beggars. With nowhere to release his excitement, his expression became even more smug, like a goose that had won a fight, wishing he could roll his eyes to the top of his head.

"Hey Cowherd, you've struck it rich!" The aunt next door was sitting at her doorstep shelling beans when she saw this and asked loudly, "You've bought such nice new clothes, you should hurry up and clean the cowshed, otherwise it won't be clean for long before it gets dirty and smelly again, ruining the clothes."

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Then someone chimed in, "Instead of buying clothes, you might as well rent a place to live. At least you'll have a decent kang (heated brick bed) to sleep on."

"Exactly! You have nothing, yet you spend money on new clothes and dress up like a respectable person, but no one will arrange a marriage for you. What young lady would want to live in a cowshed with you?"

Mu Jiuxiu, who was smugly strutting around, fell silent upon hearing the sarcastic remarks. He sneered, "Which of you saw me living in a cowshed? Ha, let me tell you, I, Niulang, not only don't live in a cowshed anymore, but I also wear new clothes and eat meat buns!"

I didn't have to spend a single penny, and I even found a goddess as my wife. Just wait and see, in no time I'll be able to buy a house and land and live a good life!

The villagers looked at each other, watching him swagger through the street carrying a pile of things, and huddled together in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

"Has this male prostitute gone mad?"

"He does look a bit off. He used to be so honest and kind, he would blush even if he spoke loudly."

"He must have been angered by his brother and sister-in-law. He got nothing after the family division and is still unable to find a wife at his age."

“But last night, the Cowherd and that old ox didn’t stay in the cowshed. It looks like they spent the night in the mountains.”

Upon hearing this, the aunt next door immediately became alert. "Everyone says there are spirits and monsters in the mountains. Could it be that the Cowherd has been bewitched by a fox spirit?"

"Oh dear, you never know! Didn't he say he married a goddess without spending a penny?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. He must be bewitched by a snake spirit or fox spirit who wants to drain his lifespan!"

"No wonder he's so rich and spends it all so lavishly. He only knows how to herd cattle and do odd jobs; how could he possibly earn that much money..."

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Peach Blossom Village is located deep in the mountains and has only a few dozen households. The village is filled with nothing but gossip and trivial matters. Suddenly, the big news of the Cowherd came out. Soon, rumors spread throughout the village that he had met a fox spirit in the mountains and was bewitched by her. For a time, everyone was in a panic, fearing that a monster had entered the village and was sucking people's lifespans and eating their brains.

After showing off for a while, Mu Jiuxiu felt quite satisfied with basking in the villagers' attention.

As soon as he got back to his lodgings, he went straight to the old ox without even going into the cave. "How is it? Did it produce thread? Is it cotton or silk?"

Taurus Star Lord resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and without raising his head, replied in a muffled voice, "There is only kudzu and hemp in the mountains. It is already the limit for me to conjure cotton thread. If I want silk thread, I need enough silkworm cocoons."

A flash of light appeared before me, and a large pile of colorful cotton threads was neatly arranged on the grass.

Seeing this, the Cowherd thanked him happily, picked up the cotton thread, and ran into the cave.

"The plan was a complete failure!" The old ox couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh, "Sure enough, if you want to do something big, you have to find the right person. The cowherd has been poor for more than 20 years and he's too short-sighted. He gets all lost as soon as he makes a little profit."

It was clearly the mighty Taurus Star Lord who, together with the Third Holy Mother and the celestial deities, plotted to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Court and amend the Heavenly Laws, yet all he could do now was use magic to conjure cotton thread for the Cowherd to weave into cloth for the Weaver Girl to sell for a few coins…