Mu Wanwan woke up early because she was thinking about going to the market to sell things.
It was a little dark outside. She lit a lamp and washed and worked in the cold temperature.
I just felt a little cold in the room, but when I walked out, I found that it was really cold, and the sky was overcast. I don't know if it was going to rain again.
"Mr. Long, I'm leaving." Mu Wanwan packed everything, walked to the bed, saw that he was sleeping smoothly, and lifted the quilt to see that his tail was not abnormal. After thinking about it, he was still I'm a little uneasy, after all, she checked Mr. Long's tail before she left last time, but his tail rotted just a few hours after she went out.
This time she should pay attention, Mu Wanwan thought about it, cut a small piece of ginseng and replaced the one Mr. Long had before, and helped him tuck the quilt, knowing that he couldn't hear, but still made a low promise, "I'm here. Try to come back as soon as possible.”
Mu Wanwan closed the door and checked several times whether the courtyard door was locked before leaving with a broken umbrella and a basket on his back.
This time, she left Mr. Long to go to the market in a very different mood from last time. Last time, she was a little scared, and even worried that she would not be able to come back. This time, she was more worried about Mr. Long.
"Ma'am, are you going to the market?"
Just like last time, Hongye appeared not long after Mu Wanwan walked out, but this time she appeared with an ox cart.
"Yeah." Mu Wanwan smiled at Hong Ye, "I want to go out once today."
"Okay, Madam, get in the car." Hongye smiled, "Do you still go to the fair of the elves?"
"Yes." Mu Wanwan responded, first carefully placing the basket on his back on the ox cart, and then getting on the cart himself.
Hongye caught a glimpse of the more packages she had put out than last time, and her heart moved, "Madam, what is this thing you're covering with cloth? Are you going to sell it at the market this time?"
Mu Wanwan nodded, and generously opened the cloth prepared last night, revealing the vegetables inside, and said calmly, "Last time I went to the market to buy a lot of seeds, and this time I went to exchange some money. "
Hongye glanced at the basket, it was full of vegetables, with the most radishes and a lot of greens, and soon lost interest, sat in front and started driving the ox cart, throwing the curtain cap to Mu Wanwan, his tone With a slight disdain, "Madam, don't forget to wear a hat, and I'm afraid you can't make a lot of money from these vegetables, right? Madam is also a first-order cultivator, using spiritual energy to grow these vegetables that mortals eat, really... "
Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Your Majesty is seriously ill now, and the monthly bill is not enough for his medicine, so it's hard work, if it weren't for the monks being hungry and full. It's no big deal, maybe I can't even get the money for vegetable seeds."
"Now there are only two silver coins left on the body that cannot be absorbed by the monks, and they all count on these vegetables for some money."
"Hey, if you want me to tell me, madam, you shouldn't have bought so much meat and cloth last time." Hongye believed it too, seeing Mu Wanwan's lack of knowledge, she felt that her life was not as good as her own servant girl, "You still pay for those silver coins. Why don't you buy some needles and thread, make some purses and other things and sell them." Hongye said, "If a purse is embroidered well, it will sell for a dozen copper coins."
Mu Wanwan was just listening casually, but when he heard more than a dozen copper coins, he was really interested, "A dozen copper coins?"
Hongye's temperament is not bad, and he is willing to say, "Yeah, my sisters and sisters-in-law who have not entered the path of cultivation are all subsidizing their households like this. I think it is better than growing vegetables."
While the two were talking, the ox cart gradually moved away from the palace. It was the same as last time. It passed through the barrier, left the Tyrant Mansion through the side door, and went all the way to the surrounding market.
"Ma'am, I think it's going to rain this day. I'll go find a place to settle the ox cart first. I might have to trouble you to bring an umbrella and ride on the ox cart later." After chatting along the way, Hong Ye turned to Mu Wan. Bend's attitude is better, even more respectful than before.
"Then we'll meet at about the same time as last time." Mu Wanwan said goodbye to her and walked towards the market.
They chatted a lot along the way, and she also knew a little more about Hongye. According to Hongye, their family has been very poor since their ancestors, but I don't know if there was smoke on the ancestral graves of her generation. , she and her brother were lucky enough to step into the road of cultivation.
And his elder brother Qingye is even more excellent. He became a second-order cultivator in less than forty. Hongye said angrily at the time, if he hadn't met Bai Shuiyao this time, Qingye would not have been so useless, which led to Qingye. The mortal wives in the Ye family had to get up early every day to do embroidery and support their children and husbands.
When she heard this on the road, Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She always thought that Qingye was single. She had a wife and children, and she was in her forties. That Aoba was also really a scumbag, and he even hooked up with other women when he had a wife.
But in this world, men, especially some powerful men, can have many wives and concubines. In the same way, women are the same, as long as they are strong, they can have many husbands and faces.
Just like Mr. Long, although he is his first wife, he can marry many women if he wants to in the future.
Thinking of this level, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, she gritted her teeth secretly, anyway, Mr. Long will fall in love with Bai Shuiyao according to the plot after waking up, she will leave happily then, no matter how many more women Mr. Long marries, he will be with her again What does it matter
Mu Wanwan even thought angrily, the big deal, after Mr. Long abandoned her, she worked hard to cultivate, even by cultivating spiritual plants, she would be able to make a lot of money by then, raising seventeen or eight mortal men, Wouldn't it be nice to have a group of handsome men serve you every day
Mu Wanwan became sullen when she was silent, and after a while, she realized what she was thinking, and shook her head helplessly—
How could she think of Mr. Long from Qingye, Mr. Long is just a plant dragon now, he is really wronged to the Pacific Ocean, he has not woken up at all, she began to imagine the various scum dragon actions after he woke up .
Maybe Mr. Long will not fall in love with Bai Shuiyao as soon as he wakes up, as he originally wrote
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and stopped thinking about these illusory things. He buried his slightly complicated feelings towards Mr. Long in his heart. Just like last time, after testing the level, he handed in two silver coins and entered the city. Go straight to Uncle Zong's shop.
This time, without the Laner brothers and sisters to lead the way, and carrying heavier things, Mu Wanwan was not walking fast, but she came early, and there were not many people in the market. There was almost no one on the street.
"Uncle Zong." Mu Wanwan came to the door of Uncle Zong's shop in search of his memory and knocked on the half-closed door, "Is Uncle Zong there?"
It's just that Uncle Zong's bold voice didn't come from the store this time. Instead, a thin female voice came, "He's gone out... cough... Yes, did you come to buy something?"
Mu Wanwan thought of the coughing sound that calmed him down in Uncle Zong's shop last time, "Yes, hello, can I come in?"
"Well, come in... Come in." The woman's voice was very soft. Mu Wanwan got her permission and walked in. As soon as she entered the door, she noticed that behind the counter, the curtain that had been covered last time was Pulling it aside, a pale and haggard-looking woman sat on a stool and gave her a faint smile.
"You were last time... cough... The little girl that Brother Lei said gave Lan'er their spirit stone." The woman looked at Mu Wanwan for a while, and said slowly, her expression was very gentle.
Brother Lei is Uncle Zong
How did Uncle Zong know that he gave Lan'er their spirit stone...
Mu Wanwan didn't respond a little bit, she was a little dumbfounded, her reaction pleased the haggard woman, she showed a happy smile, "Why don't you talk, child?"
But after laughing for a while, she began to cough uncontrollably, sounding like she was about to lose her breath.
"Are you all right?" Mu Wanwan hurriedly took off the backpack, and just as he was about to walk to her side to help, he felt that his arm was being roughly pulled.
"Get out of the way!" Uncle Zong walked in from the outside, covered with cold air, put the breakfast he just bought on the table, walked to the woman in two steps, and gently caressed her arm with a pair of big hands, even the sound It seems to have turned into water, "Yun'er, I'm back, stop talking, I'll take you to the back to rest."
The woman called Yun'er frowned helplessly, cast an apologetic glance at Mu Wanwan, and was hugged by Uncle Zong and disappeared behind the curtain.
Mu Wanwan picked up the basket silently and walked to the side. After waiting for a while, he saw Uncle Zong walking out from behind the curtain with a sullen face. Before Mu Wanwan could talk to him, Uncle Zong gave him a blank look.
"Have the seeds been cultivated?" Uncle Zong said angrily.
"Nurture some." Mu Wanwan didn't think his attitude was bad, he said with a smile.
"Dozens of burning grasses have been cultivated?" Uncle Zong asked. He gave Mu Wanwan a lot of good seeds out of sympathy last time, but according to his years of experience, a first-order wood-type monk can usually cultivate within ten days. Sixty or seventy burning grass is not bad.
Even if he used the bag of spiritual soil he gave, he would have cultivated more than ten roots at most, so Uncle Zong had long been sure that Mu Wanwan could cultivate seventy or eighty burning grass this time.
But when he saw that Mu Wanwan lifted the white cloth on the back basket and spread it on the ground, took off all the vegetables on it, and revealed the burning grass and Bixing grass hidden in the center of the back basket, he almost dropped his jaw.
"You cultivated all of these in the past few days?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe it. He glanced at the things in the back basket. At least there were more than a hundred burning grasses, and there were even a dozen of Bixing grasses.
"Yes." Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, "I still have some seedlings at home. I was afraid that you wouldn't take them, so I didn't bring them."
"You didn't lie to me, did you?" Uncle Zong still didn't quite believe it. "You are a first-order little girl, can you cultivate so much?"
Mu Wanwan took Rancao and Bixingcao to the counter, with a clear voice, "It's all the seeds and spiritual soil that you gave to Uncle Zong, otherwise I wouldn't have such a high success rate."
Uncle Zong picked up a burning grass—
It is long and green, and the roots below are still carrying a little soil, but the overall appearance is very good.
His expression was a bit complicated, but when his eyes touched the Bi Xingcao on the side, it turned into a shock.
"You, is this the Bixingcao you cultivated?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the plump and translucent fruit held between the two long leaves of Bixingcao and couldn't help it. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a small one. Like this fine-quality Bixingcao, it contained very few impurities. It was the best choice for nourishing the body. If Yuner used this Bixingcao, would he spend more money than before? Is it better to buy Lingzhi at a big price
Thinking of this level, Uncle Zong felt that he couldn't wait for a moment. He held the Bixingcao fruit, and only said, "Wait for me," with Mu Wanwan, and hurriedly opened the curtain and left.
Mu Wanwan: "... ??"
what's going on
She didn't wait long when Uncle Zong came back again, without the Bixingcao fruit in his hand, but there was a smile on his face, and even his eyes became a little softer, Mu Wanwan's heart was trembling when he saw it. .
"Uncle Zong, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the Bixing Grass I cultivated?" Mu Wanwan said a little nervously, because Uncle Zong's eyes were really scary, and it looked as if his soul had suddenly been changed.
"No problem, of course what you cultivated is no problem." Uncle Zong couldn't help showing a smile, "You cultivated very well!"
Mu Wanwan had no choice but to smile, "Uncle Zong, do you still accept my Burning Grass and Bixing Grass?"
"Come! Of course I accept." Uncle Zong's eyes were bright, and his consciousness swept the things on the table, "One hundred and eight burning grass, plus the green star grass I took before is sixteen green star grass. ?"
Mu Wanwan was surprised at his speed, and he had a new judgment on Uncle Zong's strength in his heart, "Yes."
"Look at this, I'll give you twenty-five low-grade spirit stones." Uncle Zong was very forthright.
"Twenty-five yuan?" Mu Wanwan was surprised and delighted at first, and then he had a guess in his heart—
Although she is not smart, she is not stupid either. Combined with the performance of Uncle Zong just now, she secretly guessed whether it was because the Bixingcao she cultivated was very good, and it was good for the woman named Yuner just now.
But she wasn't ready to make a big mouth. After all, Uncle Zong was really very kind, so he just said euphemistically, "Uncle Zong, can I replace fifteen low-grade spirit stones with one middle-grade spirit stone?"
Uncle Zong was a little surprised, "You are only Tier 1 now, and the low-grade spirit stones are completely enough for you to absorb. It's a bit unworthy to replace them with middle-grade spirit stones."
Mu Wanwan said with a wry smile, "The one from my family was a fourth-order person before he was injured. I think higher-level spirit stones would also be better for his injury."
As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong nodded approvingly, "It's better to use higher-level spirit stones for those who are above the third rank. The spirit power of the lower-grade spirit stones is really not enough, and every time you practice, you absorb that little spirit power. It's better not to absorb it, it's especially uncomfortable."
Uncle Zong just expressed his feelings honestly, but Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable when he heard it.
It is estimated that the strength of Uncle Zong, who is in the third rank and the fourth rank, still feels aggrieved when he absorbs the low-grade spirit stones. Mr. Long, who used to be the top powerhouse in the continent, relies on the little spiritual power she feeds every day, and it is estimated that it is even more Feel bad.
"Then I'll give you a middle-grade spirit stone, and then give you ten lower-grade spirit stones." Uncle Zong noticed her mood changes, and explained that she was worried that he wouldn't give it to him.
Mu Wanwan thanked him very much, and even said thank you several times.
"It's me who thanked you." Uncle Zong laughed twice, "Speaking of which, I'm taking advantage of you."
He didn't know what was special about Mu Wanwan's spiritual power, but the spiritual plant she cultivated was very good. Yun'er's face looked much better when the fruit of the Bixingcao just went down.
Uncle Zong looked at the basket on the ground with his big brown eyes, thought about it, took out a low-quality Qiankun bag from his pocket and handed it to her, "This Qiankun bag is a thank you gift."
Mu Wan looked at the Qiankun bag eagerly, and hesitated, "Uncle Zong, this Qiankun bag is not cheap, do you really want to give it to me?"
"Well, take it." Uncle Zong said, "But it's not for nothing. I'm still waiting for you to bring Lingzhi to me next time." Uncle Zong walked to the two rows of wooden shelves in the store, " To tell you the truth, I just gave Yun’er that Bixingcao fruit, and the effect is very good.”
"In addition to your high success rate of cultivation, I think your spiritual power should be somewhat special." Uncle Zong said, "Don't cultivate burning grass this time, it is a waste of spiritual power, I will recommend a few spiritual plants to you."
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Mu Wanwan stayed at Uncle Zong's place for about half an hour before leaving, carrying a middle-grade spirit stone, five low-grade spirit stones, twenty silver coins, two packs of first-order blue star grass and first-order hundred spirit stones in his arms. Seeds of precious fruits, a large bag of spiritual soil gifted by Uncle Zong, and carrying a basket with vegetables on his back, he was a little floating when he walked.
This morning's harvest is really too much!
She originally thought that she could only exchange for twenty low-grade spirit stones, and even if Uncle Zong made a price, it would be good for her to exchange for eighteen. As a result, I have now earned a middle-grade spirit stone.
Mu Wanwan couldn't help showing a smile, the first pot of gold in another world! All the spirit stones were left to Mr. Long, and two silver coins were reserved for the next time she came in. She actually had pocket money for 18 silver coins.
This is simply a breakthrough from 0!
Mu Wanwan couldn't hold back a little, she even wanted to run back immediately and tell Mr. Long that she had made money, and according to her uncle Zong, she had some peculiar wood-type spiritual power that she would be able to support in the future. Get up with him.
Maybe, you can work harder, give him an occasional meal, buy some clothes, and let him stop making fruit dragons.
The corners of his lips rose, Mu Wanwan took out the silver coin by itself and held it in his palm, feeling that his heart was about to be warmed by the wonderful feeling of earning a little money.
The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan (with wet eyes): "The taste of earning money and raising dragons through labor is so damn wonderful."