My Mosaic Manor [Western Fantasy]

Like all time travel protagonists in Shuangwen, I have a portable space where I can farm. It can grow vegetables, raise pigs, grow at extremely fast speeds, has rich tastes, and meets all human survival needs, allowing me to survive healthily even when I am being hunted and exiled. There is just something wrong with it. Because the world I live in now is too low-dimensional, the memory in the portable space is forced to be compressed, and everything is a mosaic. It's like I took a brown cube and put it into a brown cube field. After watering and fertilizing with a blue cube kettle, a green cube plant with red cubes grew. I took off the red cube and put it in my mouth, tears streaming down my face. Damn, the red cubes this time are red peppers. Looking at the pile of brown cubes behind him, it was impossible to tell what kind of seeds they were. It's too difficult for me. Purpose: Farming life is hard