Mu Wanwan woke up very early because he was thinking about going to the market to sell things.
The sky outside was a bit dark. She lit a lamp and washed and worked under a bit cold temperature.
I just felt a little cold in the room, but when I walked out, I realized that it was really cold, and the sky was gloomy. I wonder if it was going to rain again.
"Mr. Long, I'm leaving." Mu Wanwan packed everything and walked to the bed to see that he slept smoothly, and opened the quilt again to see that he had no abnormal tail. It was a little uncomfortable. After all, she checked Mr. Long's tail before she left last time, but she didn't go out for hours before his tail rotted.
This time she should pay attention to it, Mu Wanwan thought about it, cut a small piece of ginseng piece for the one before Mr. Long, helped him to hold the quilt well, knowing that he could not hear but still promised low, "I Try to come back soon."
Mu Wanwan closed the door and checked the courtyard door several times before holding the broken umbrella, and left with the basket on his back.
This time she left Mr. Long and went to the market to buy and buy. The mood was very different from last time. She was a little scared last time, and even worried that she would not come back. This time, she was worried about Mr. Long more.
"Ma'am, are you going to the market?"
Just like last time, the leaves appeared shortly after Muwanwan walked out, but this time she appeared in a bullock cart.
"Well." Mu Wanwan smiled at Hongye. "I want to go out once today."
"Okay, Madam, please get in the car." Hongye smiled, "Or go to the fair of the elves?"
"Yes." Mu Wanwan responded, first put the back basket carefully on the bullock cart, and then got on the bus himself.
Hongye glanced at her more parcels than last time, and she moved, "Ma'am, what are you covered with cloth? Are you going to the market this time?"
Mu Wan nodded, and generously opened the cloth prepared last night, revealing the vegetables inside, and said quietly, "Last time I went to the market to buy a lot of seeds and came back, this time to change some money. "
Hongye glanced at the basket, which was filled with vegetables, radishes, and vegetables, and soon lost interest. She sat in front and started driving a cart, throwing the curtain cap to Muwanwan, tone A little disdainful, "Ma'am, don't forget to wear a veil, and I'm afraid you won't make a few dollars with these dishes? Madam is also a first-order monk. He grows these mortal vegetables with Reiki, but... ..."
Mu Wanwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but his tone brought a trace of helplessness, "June is sick now, and the monthly routine is not enough for his medicine. It is hard to say, if it is not for the monk to be hungry. It's okay, maybe I can't even get the vegetable seed money."
"Now there are only two silver coins in the body that cannot be absorbed by the monks, and we all expect this vegetable to be exchanged for some money."
"Ah, if you want me to say, Madam, you shouldn't have bought so much meat and cloth last time." Hongye also believed that she didn't know much about Muwanwan, and she felt that she was not as good as her maid, "You still have those silver coins. It's better to buy a little needle and thread, make some purses and other things to sell." Hongye said, "If a purse is embroidered well, it will sell ten or more copper coins."
Mu Wanwan was originally just casually listening. When he heard a dozen copper coins, he was really a bit interested. "A dozen copper coins?"
Hongye's temperament is not bad, and he is willing to say, "Yeah, my sisters and sister-in-law who did not enter the path of cultivation are all subsidizing households in this way. I think it is better than growing vegetables."
The two spoke, and the oxcart gradually moved away from the palace. It was the same as last time. It crossed the enclave and left the tyrant's house from the side gate.
"Ma'am, I think it's going to rain this day. I'm going to find a place to settle the oxcart. I might have to trouble you, Madam, by sitting on the oxcart." After a chat along the way, Hongye confronted Mumuwan Wan's attitude is better, even more respectful than before.
"Then we will see you about the same time as last time." Mu Wanwan said goodbye to her and walked towards the market.
They talked a lot along the way, and she also knew more about Hongye. According to Hongye, their family was very poor from the beginning of their ancestors. I just didn't know if they had smoked on the grave of her generation. , She and her brother were lucky to enter the path of cultivation.
Moreover, his brother Aoba was very good, and he became a second-tier monk in less than forty. Hongye was very angry at the time and said, if this time he didn't meet Bai Shuiyao, he wouldn't be so obsolete. The mortal wife of Ye's family had to get up early every morning to do embroidery in order to feed the children and her husband.
When I heard this time on the road, Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She always thought that Aoba was coming alone. It turned out that she had a wife and children, and she was forty. That Aoba is really a scumbag, and he has a wife and hooks up with other women.
But in this world, men, especially powerful men, can have many wives and concubines. Similarly, 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, if he wants later, he can also marry many women back.
Thinking of this layer, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She secretly gritted her teeth. Anyway, Mr. Long would like Baishui Yao after waking up according to the plot. She will leave a little bit more happily when the time comes. What does it matter?
Mu Wanwan even had a bit of a grumbling thought. It's a big deal. After Mr. Long abandoned her, she worked hard to cultivate. Even if she cultivated spiritual plants, she would make a lot of money and raise seventeen or eight mortal men. Isn't it good for a group of handsome men to serve themselves every day?
Mu Wanwan was sulking silently for a while, only half-sounding to reflect what he was thinking, shook his head a little helplessly-
How could she think of Mr. Long from Aoba, and Mr. Long is still just a plant dragon. He is really aggrieved to the Pacific Ocean. He hasn't even woken up yet, and she began to imagine the dross dragons after he woke up. Too.
Mr. Long may not fall in love with Baishui Yao as soon as he wakes up, as originally written?
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and didn't think about these things that were completely illusory. He buried a little complicated emotion for Mr. Long in his heart. Just like the last time, after testing the level, he handed two silver coins into the city. Go straight to Uncle Zong's shop.
This time without Laner's brothers and sisters leading the way and carrying heavy things, Muwanwan didn't walk very fast, but when she came early, there were not many people in the market. When there was a street, almost no one was there.
"Uncle Zong." Mu Wanwan came to the door of Zong Shudian looking for his memory and knocked on the half-closed door. "Is Uncle Zong here?"
Only this time, there was no bold voice from Uncle Zong. Instead, there was a thin female voice, "He went out... Cough cough... Is that to come to buy something?" "
Mu Wanwan thought of the cough that calmed him down last time in Zongshu's shop, "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. She noticed the moment she entered the door, behind the counter, the last one The curtain was opened, and a pale and haggard woman sat on a stool, and smiled a little at her.
"You were the last time...cough...the little girl Lei said to give Laner their spirit stone." The woman looked at Muwan for a while and said slowly, between the looks It's very gentle.
Brother Lei is Uncle Zong?
How did Uncle Zong give Laner their spirit stone...
Mu Wanwan didn't respond a bit, and was a bit dumb. Her reaction pleased the haggard woman. She smiled happily. "Why don't you talk, your child?"
But she laughed for a while, and she began to cough uncontrollably, sounding like she was about to get out of breath.
"Are you okay?" Mu Wanwan quickly took the back basket down, and just wanted to walk to her side to help, and felt that her arm was pulled violently.
"Keep off!" Uncle Zong walked in from the outside with a chill, and put the newly bought breakfast on the table, and walked to the woman in two steps. A large pair of hands gently stroked her arm and even the voice It all seemed to turn into water, "Yun'er, I'm back, don't talk, I will take you to rest in the back."
The woman named Yun'er frowned helplessly, and apologized to Mumuwan for a glance, and was embraced by Uncle Zong and disappeared behind the curtain.
Mu Wanwan silently picked up the basket and walked to the side. After a while, he saw that Uncle Zong came out from behind the curtain with a sad face. Before he could talk to him, Mu Wanwan was glanced away by Uncle Zong.
"Cultivated seeds?" Uncle Zong was the first to speak angrily.
"Cultivate some." Mu Wanwan didn't think he had a bad attitude, and said with a smile.
"Do you breed dozens of burning grass?" Uncle Zong asked. He gave Muwanwan a lot of good seeds out of sympathy last time, but according to his years of experience, generally first-order wood monks can cultivate in ten days. It's not bad to have six or seventy grass burning.
Even if he used the bag of spiritual soil he gave, he could cultivate more than ten more roots, so Uncle Zong had already determined that it would be good for Muwanwan to cultivate seventy or eighty burning grasses this time.
But when he saw that Mu Wanwan lifted the white cloth on the back of the basket and spread it on the ground, he took all the vegetables off, and when he exposed the burning grass and blue star grass hidden in the center of the basket, he almost dropped his chin.
"These are you cultivating these few days?" Uncle Zong was a little unbelievable. He glanced at the things in the basket, not to mention there were more than one hundred burning grasses, and even there were more than ten plants of Bixing grass.
"Yes." Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. "There are some seedlings at home. I'm afraid you won't take them and you won't bring them."
"Don't you lie to me?" Uncle Zong still didn't believe it. "You little first-class girl, can you cultivate so much?"
Mu Wanwan took the burning grass and the Bixing grass to the counter, and the voice was clear, "All the seeds and spiritual soil you gave from Uncle Zong are good, otherwise I cannot have such a high success rate."
Uncle Zong picked up a burning grass——
The strips are green, and the roots below have a little bit of soil, but the overall appearance is very good, and the other more than one hundred roots are also the same. At first glance, it is from the same person.
His look was a little complicated, but when his eyes touched the Bixingcao on one side, it had become a shock.
"You, this is Bixingcao you cultivated?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the somewhat full and translucent fruit held in the middle of the two long leaves of Bixingcao. I can't help reaching out and grab a small one. Like this color of Bixingcao, it contains very few impurities. Nourishing the body is the best choice. If Yuner uses this Bixingcao, will it be better than before? Is it better to buy Lingzhi for a large price?
Thinking of this layer, Uncle Zong felt that he couldn't wait for a moment. He pinched the Bixingcao fruit, and only said "You are waiting for me" with Muwanwan, and then quickly opened the curtain and left.
Mu Wanwan: "............?"
what's going on?
She didn't wait long, and Uncle Zong returned, without the blue star grass fruit in her hand, but with a hint of smile on her face, even her eyes became a little softer, and Mu Wanwan, who was watching, had hair in her heart. .
"Uncle Zong, what's wrong? Is there any problem with the Bixingcao that I cultivated?" Mu Wanwan said a little nervously, because Uncle Zong's eyes were a little scary, and it looked as if he had been suddenly changed into a soul.
"No problem. Of course it's no problem what you nurtured." Uncle Zong couldn't help but smile. "You nurtured well!"
Mu Wanwan had no choice but to smile, "Uncle Zong, don't you think I can't take this burning grass and green grass?"
"Close! Of course close." Uncle Zong's eyes were bright, and he scanned the things on the table. "One hundred and eight burning grasses, plus the blue star grass I took earlier are 16 blue star grasses. ?"
Mu Wanwan was surprised at his speed, and he had a new judgment on the strength of Uncle Zong, "Yes."
"Look at this, I will give you twenty-five pieces of inferior spirit stones." Uncle Zong is very bold.
"Twenty-five yuan?" Mu Wanwan was surprised and rejoiced at first, and then there was a guess in his mind--
Although she is not smart, she is not stupid. Combined with the performance of Uncle Zong just now, she secretly speculates whether it is because her cultivated Bixingcao is very good and is good for the woman named Yuner.
But she didn't prepare for the lion's big opening. After all, Uncle Zong was really very kind. He only said politely, "Uncle Zong, can I replace fifteen lower-grade spirit stones with a middle-grade spirit stone?"
Uncle Zong was a little surprised. "You are only first-order now. The inferior spirit stone is completely enough for you to absorb. It is a bit unworthy to change to the middle grade spirit stone."
Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly, "The man in my family was a Tier 4 before being injured. I think that some higher-level spirit stones will also hurt him better."
As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong nodded approvingly, "It is better to use some higher-order spirit stones for the third-order or higher. The spiritual power of the inferior spirit stone is really not enough. Every time you practice, you absorb that little spiritual power. It's better not to absorb, especially uncomfortable."
Uncle Zong just said his feelings honestly, but Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable listening to his heart.
It is estimated that the strength of Zong Shu, who is third-order and fast-four, absorbs the inferior spirit stone and feels suffocated. Then Mr. Long, who was once the top continent's strongman, relies on the little spiritual power she feeds every day. Uncomfortable.
"Then I will replace you with a middle grade spirit stone, and then give you ten lower grade spirit stones." Uncle Zong noticed her mood change, thinking she was worried that she would not change it and explained.
Mu Wanwan was very grateful to him, and even thanked him several times.
"I'm thankful for you." Uncle Zong laughed twice, "Speaking of it, I still take advantage of you."
He didn't know what was special about Muwanwan's spiritual power, but the spiritual plant she had cultivated was very good. Just after the fruit of the Bixingcao went down, Yuner's face looked much better.
Uncle Zong's big brown eyes looked at the basket on her floor, and after thinking about it, she took it out of her pocket and took it to her, giving it to her. "This Qiankun bag is a gift."
Mu Wan bended his eyes and looked at the Qiankun bag warmly, hesitatingly said, "Uncle Zong, this Qiankun bag is not cheap, do you really want to give it to me?"
"Well, hold it." Uncle Zong said, "but it's not in vain, I'm waiting for you to bring Ling Zhi to me next time." Uncle Zong walked to the two rows of wooden racks in the store, " To tell you the truth, I used Yun'er for the Bixingcao fruit just now, and it works very well."
"In addition to your high breeding success rate, I think your spiritual power should be a little special." Zong Shudao said, "Don't cultivate grass burning this time, wasting spiritual power. I recommend several spiritual plants to you."
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Mu Wanwan stayed with Uncle Zong for more than half an hour before leaving, carrying a middle grade spirit stone, five lower grade spirit stones, twenty silver coins, two packs of first-order blue star grass and first-order hundred The seeds of precious fruits, a large bag of spiritual soil attached by a large package of Uncle Zong, carrying a basket with vegetables on his back, walking a little bit.
This morning's harvest is too much!
She originally thought that she could only get 20 pieces of inferior spirit stones. Even if Uncle Zong made a price, she would be able to change to 18 pieces. As a result, now also earned a middle grade spirit stone.
Mu Wanwan couldn't help showing a smile, the first pot of gold in another world! The spirit stones were all left to Mr. Long, and two more silver coins were left to spend next time. She actually had 18 pocket coins of pocket money.
This is a breakthrough from 0!
Mu Wanwan was a little restrained. She even wanted to go back immediately and tell Mr. Long that she had made money, and according to her uncle Zong, there were some peculiar wood spiritual powers that she could raise later. Got him up.
Perhaps, you can try harder, give him an occasional meal, buy some clothes, so that he will not be a fruit dragon.
With lips raised, Mu Wanwan took out the silver coins alone, clutching them in his palm and feeling that his heart was about to be warmed by the wonderful feeling of earning little money.