Because of the heavy life and the pressure of raising dragons, Mu Wanwan didn't have much time to rest after eating. He picked up the things he bought from the market and began to calculate the huge family expenses and income—
Now there are only two people in the family, one person, one dragon.
Her own expenses are actually very small. She only needs to buy some food and vegetables. She has no entertainment needs. If she only eats mortal rice and vegetables, she can save some money for a month or even only need one or two gold coins.
However, Mr. Long can't.
Not to mention that he has to absorb one piece of low-grade spirit stone every day. The market price for that bag of spirit rice alone is ten yuan. There are only five low-grade spirit stones of the order, so if you calculate it, Mr. Long will spend hundreds of low-grade spirit stones a month.
And now it's mid-October, they just took the monthly case, just a little bit, it's not enough, and it's almost all spent.
Just doing a rough calculation, Mu Wanwan felt a pain in his head.
She pulled out the seeds she bought from Uncle Zong, counted them, and her eyes lit up. Uncle Zong gave her a hundred and fifty seeds for burning grass, and Uncle Zong also gave the seeds of Bixingcao. Thirty of her.
And these seeds still look plump and are good seeds.
Mu Wanwan was silently grateful to Uncle Zong in his heart, and found the dirty soil again. When he opened it, it was a small bag of spiritual soil—
In the original body's memory, the method of cultivating seeds for wood-type monks is actually very simple. Mortals directly plant the seeds into the soil, while monks first use the wood-type spiritual power in the body to channel the seeds to one side, and then bury them in the soil.
The more spiritual power you input, the higher the growth rate of the seeds and the success rate of cultivation. Of course, if the level of aura is higher, or there is spiritual soil, the success rate of some cultivation and the appearance of the finished product can be further improved.
The success rate of cultivating a plant that does not reach the rank such as burning grass is naturally much simpler than that of a first-order spiritual plant such as Bixingcao.
Mu Wanwan thought for a while, weighed the small bag of spiritual soil in his hand, and made a decision—
She plans to use all these spiritual soils to cultivate the seeds of Bixing Grass.
There are very few spiritual soils. Although the success rate of Bixing grass cultivation is very low, the income is much greater than that of burning grass. She is not at a loss for cultivation.
After making up his mind, Mu Wanwan did not hesitate to start the preparations before cultivation.
The first step in the preparations for cultivation is to have soil. Mu Wanwan thought about it, changed his dirty clothes, and went to the kitchen of the side hall with an umbrella. Fortunately, there are not only many kitchen utensils but also many large basins in the kitchen. She found a medium-sized one, and started looking for soil with a small shovel.
In the palace where Mr. Long lives, there is only soil behind the side hall. The rest of the place is pretty good. Whether it's the room in the main hall or the decorations in the side hall, they are actually quite lavish, but some are more valuable. They were all taken away by the servants, and now this once-highest palace has become an abandoned cold palace.
Mu Wanwan searched for a long time, and finally only found a small piece of soil behind the side hall that was not covered by stone slabs.
But the soil didn't look very good, but she had no choice but to dislike it. She removed the stones, dug a lot of soil in a bit of a mess, and carried the basin back to the room.
After a brief treatment, Mu Wanwan first took a burning grass seed, and based on his memory, he slowly guided a trace of wood-type spiritual energy from his dantian into the seed.
The seed quickly devoured the trace of wood-type spiritual energy, and the appearance didn't seem to change. Mu Wanwan lost another trace of spiritual energy. This time, the seed didn't change. She was a little anxious, thinking that she would not be able to connect. Not even a single burning grass can be cultivated. Instead of cautiously sending only a trace of spiritual energy, I generously sent some spiritual energy into it.
The seed was like magic, breaking the shell in front of her eyes and growing a bud, and from a small bud rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grew into a thin and short... small burning grass.
Mu Wanwan stared at the little burning grass in her hand that took about one-tenth of her spiritual energy, and fell into contemplation.
Doesn't this seem difficult
She touched the small roots of the small burning grass that had just grown, and planted this small burning grass in the pot with satisfaction.
Mu Wanwan took a dirty handkerchief and wiped the wet mud on her hand, and continued to cultivate the burning grass seeds with full energy. She took control this time and only cultivated the burning grass seeds into seedlings and did not continue. After transporting spiritual power, 18 burning grasses were cultivated in one breath, and then I felt that the spiritual power was exhausted, which was a bit overwhelming.
Mu Wanwan squatted and planted the last burning grass, looking at the burning grass seedlings that took up most of the pot, and was in a good mood.
In her eyes, these burning grass seedlings are not burning grass seedlings, but silver coins stuck in the soil one by one.
Uncle Zong said that twelve burning grass can be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone, that is to say, in one afternoon, she earned a half-low-grade spirit stone!
What an exciting thing this is! Mu Wanwan, who had been spending money and never earned a single copper coin since crossing the road, looked at the pot of burning grass seedlings, and his eyes lit up with fire.
Sure enough, whether it is now or in this world, making money is a pleasant thing.
Moreover, she didn't notice that she had just cultivated it seriously, and she cultivated eighteen seeds one after another, and she did not fail a single time. Mu Wanwan thought a little dizzy, could this be her golden finger
So Mu Wanwan floated and rested cross-legged for a while, feeling that the spiritual energy in his dantian had recovered a little, so he took a first-order green star grass seed to cultivate.
But this time, until she was exhausted, the seed remained motionless, and there was no sign that it was about to break into a bud.
The confident Mu Wanwan: "… "
She collected the seeds in a bit of resignation, moved the hard-planted seedlings of burning grass to the open area of the room, and fetched water to wash Mr. Long's soiled pillow. By the time she was done, it was almost dark. .
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the dark clouds are closed, and there is no sign of clearing.
Mu Wanwan looked sadly at the still wet quilt and pillow, and then glanced at Mr. Long lying on the bed and the quilt covering him. After thinking for a long time, she decided to make do with one more night. I don't believe it, if it rains today, will it rain tomorrow
Just two nights, nothing.
So in the evening, Mu Wanwan worked hard and cultivated two burning grass seeds. She wore the thickest clothes she could and pillowed on the pillow made of clothes. She felt aggrieved and wanted to make do with it for the night.
But that night she slept badly and kept dreaming.
What she dreamed of was neither the mobile game she missed so much at first, nor the spiritual stones, but the fake Mr. Long she saw at noon.
Mr. Long in the dream felt a little different from the fake Mr. Long, and his face was clearer. He looked at her and seemed to say something. In the dream, she asked Mr. Long's name. Mr. Long in the dream looked at her, and then Say, "Cold."
Mu Wanwan was a little stunned, and asked another question, but Mr. Long in the dream seemed to be impatient, and suddenly disappeared like a fake Mr. Long...
In the dream, she recited the word Mr. Long said over and over again, "cold cold..."
"Well, it's so cold." Mu Wanwan abruptly opened his eyes, his hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold.
She shook her head, trying to forget the nonsense dream just now, supporting her tired body and looking out expectantly.
It was pitch black, but you could hear the sound of big drops of rain hitting the roof.
It was all rain.
Mu Wanwan curled up a little aggrieved, facing in the direction of Mr. Long.
There was only very, very weak light in the room, and Mu Wanwan's night vision was poor, and he could only see his faint shadow.
It's so cold, I really want to cover up...
Mu Wanwan couldn't help but reached out and touched Mr. Long's direction. Her body is only over 1.6 meters now, and her arms are not long. She has not touched the quilt for a long time, so Mu Wanwan moved in again, and finally, Fingertips touched the soft quilt.
She followed the edge and put her hand in. In an instant, a warm feeling came from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan squinted her eyes and thought a little bit of self-abandonment. Anyway, Mr. Long has no consciousness now, and she also confirmed him. No (whoo-), there won't be any danger, what's the matter with sleeping in a quilt!
Mu Wanwan refused to admit that he was about to be frozen.
In fact, according to the temperature last night, she would not be woken up by the cold, but it has suddenly rained and cooled down in the past two days, so that she wore enough clothes last night, and it will be a little cold tonight.
Mu Wanwan secretly moved in the direction of Mr. Long, while comforting himself that anyway, this quilt was bought in a very large size, which can completely sleep two people.
Mu Wanwan didn't realize that she was desperately trying to find countless reasons to sleep with Mr. Long later =_=! !
However, this matter was slightly different from what she expected.
She thought that Mr. Long was unconscious, but he wasn't.
Mr. Long was very obsessed with the changes in temperature, and the effect of the two pieces of ginseng was not bad, so Mr. Long actually regained consciousness half an hour before Mu Wanwan woke up from the freeze, just because he had consumed too much energy before. Consciousness, he did not probe out his consciousness, but listened to her quiet breathing while guiltily treating the wounds in his body.
So when the quilt was lifted and Mu Wanwan's hand stretched into the quilt with a slight chill, Mr. Long felt it immediately, his muscles tightened almost instantly, and the ginseng slices Fortunately, the two fingers of the right hand can move in a small range.
At this moment, his ring finger and little finger were fiddling with the sheets nervously, thinking about what might happen later, his breathing was almost stagnant.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (blushing): "It's too fast and I'm not ready."
Mu Wanwan (shivering): "???"