I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 22|Twenty-two dragons
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Due to the heavy life and the pressure of raising dragons, Mu Wanwan had no intention of resting after eating. She picked up the things she 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 and 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 for a month or even only need one or two gold coins. .
But Mr. Long can’t do it.
Not to mention that he basically absorbs one piece of low-grade spiritual stone every day. The market price of that bag of spiritual rice alone is ten yuan of low-grade spiritual stone. Plus, he now eats one piece of Baizhen every two days. Guo, the second level only cost five low-grade spiritual stones per piece. Calculated in this way, Mr. Long would spend hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones for one dragon per month.
And now it is mid-October. They have just received their monthly payment, which is just a little bit, which is not enough at all, and they have almost spent it.
With only a rough calculation, Mu Wanwan felt that his head hurt.
She pulled out the seeds she bought from Uncle Zong, counted them, and her eyes lit up. Uncle Zong gave her a total of one hundred and fifty seeds of burning grass, and even the seeds of Bixing grass, Zong Uncle also gave her thirty pills.
And these seeds look very full, so they are good seeds.
Mu Wanwan was silently grateful to Uncle Zong, and found the dirty soil again. When he opened it, he saw that it was a small bag of spiritual soil——
In the memory of the original body, the method of cultivating seeds by wood monks is actually very simple. Mortals plant the seeds directly into the soil, while the monks first use the wood spiritual power in their bodies to channel the seeds aside, and then bury them in the soil. In the dirt.
The more spiritual power you input, the higher the seed's growth speed and cultivation success rate will be. Of course, if the level of spiritual energy is higher, or there is spiritual soil, the success rate of cultivation and the quality of the finished product can be improved.
The success rate of cultivating plants that do not reach the highest level, such as Burning Grass, is naturally much simpler than that of first-level spiritual plants such as Bixing Grass.
Mu Wanwan thought for a moment, weighed the small bag of spiritual soil in his hand, and made a decision——
She plans to use all this spiritual soil to cultivate the seeds of Blue Star Grass.
There is very little spiritual soil. Although the success rate of cultivating Bixingcao is very low, the income is much greater than that of burning grass. She will not lose money by cultivating it this way.
After making up his mind, Mu Wanwan did not hesitate and started making preparations for cultivation.
The first step in preparation for cultivation is to have soil. Mu Wanwan thought about it, changed into dirty clothes, and went to the kitchen of the side hall under an umbrella. Fortunately, there were not only many kitchen utensils but also many large She found a medium-sized pot and started looking for soil with a small shovel.
In the palace where Mr. Long lives, only the area behind the side hall has soil. The other places are quite good. Whether it is the rooms in the main hall or the furnishings in the side hall, they are actually quite luxurious, but some comparisons All valuable things have been taken away by the servants, and now this once-highest palace has become an abandoned and cold palace.
There was no soil in these places. Mu Wanwan searched for a long time, and finally found only a small piece of soil behind the side hall that was not covered with stone slabs.
But the quality of the soil didn't look very good, so she had no choice but to dislike it. She removed the stones, dug a lot of soil in a rather embarrassed manner, and returned to the room with the basin in her arms.
After a brief processing, Mu Wanwan first took a burning grass seed. Based on his memory, he slowly guided a trace of wood spiritual energy from his dantian and transferred it into the seed.
Naizi quickly swallowed up the trace of wood spiritual energy, and there seemed to be no change in appearance. Mu Wanwan added another trace of spiritual energy, but this time there was still no change in Naizi. She was a little anxious, thinking to herself It's not like I couldn't even cultivate a burning plant. Instead of being cautious and sending only a trace of spiritual energy, I was generous and sent in a lot of spiritual energy.
As if by magic, the seeds broke out of their shells and sprouted in front of her eyes. They grew from a small bud at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grew into a thin and short... .. small burning grass.
Mu Wanwan stared at the small burning grass in her hand that cost about one-tenth of her spiritual energy, and fell into deep thought.
This doesn’t seem difficult?
She touched the small root that had just grown out of the little burning grass, and planted it 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 great enthusiasm. This time she controlled it and only cultivated the burning grass seeds into seedlings. He stopped sending his spiritual power and cultivated a total of eighteen burning grasses in one breath before he felt that his spiritual power was exhausted and it was a bit too much.
Mu Wanwan squatted down and planted the last burning grass. Looking at the burning grass seedlings that took up most of the pot, he felt very good.
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 sticks of burning grass can be exchanged for one low-grade spiritual stone. That means that in one afternoon, she earned one and a half low-grade spiritual stones!
What an exciting thing! Mu Wanwan, who had been spending money since time travel and had never earned a copper coin, looked at the pot of burning grass seedlings with fire in his eyes.
Sure enough, no matter now or in this world, making money is a joyful thing.
Moreover, she had not noticed that she had been cultivating eighteen seeds in succession, and none of them failed. Mu Wanwan thought a little dizzy, could this be her golden finger?
So Mu Wanwan drifted and rested cross-legged for a while. He felt that the spiritual energy in his dantian had recovered a little, so he took a first-level green star grass seed and cultivated it without knowing what he could do.
But this time, until she exhausted all her strength, the seed remained motionless, showing no signs of breaking out of its shell and becoming a bud.
Confident Mu Wanwan said: "......"
She collected the seeds with some resignation, moved the hard-planted seedlings of burning grass to an open area in the room and put them there, and fetched water to wash Mr. Long’s dirty pillow. When she finished her work, the sky turned dark. It's almost dark.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the dark clouds are tightly closed, and there is no sign of clearing up.
Mu Wanwan looked sadly at the still wet quilt and pillow, then at Mr. Long lying on the bed and the quilt covering him. After thinking for a long time, he decided to make do with it tonight. , she didn’t believe it. It rained today, will it rain again tomorrow?
It’s just two nights, nothing.
So at night, after Mu Wanwan worked hard to cultivate two burning grass seeds, he wore the thickest clothes possible and rested on a pillow made of folded clothes. He was so depressed that he tried to make do with it all night.
But she didn't sleep well that night and kept dreaming.
What she dreamed about 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 as if he was talking about something. In the dream, she asked Mr. Long what his name was. Mr. Long in the dream looked at She then said, "Cold."
Mu Wanwan was a little dazed and asked again, but the Mr. Long in the dream seemed to be impatient, and suddenly disappeared like the fake Mr. Long...
In her dream, she chanted the word Mr. Long said over and over again, "Leng Leng Leng..."
"Well, it's so cold." Mu Wanwan opened her eyes suddenly, her hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold.
She shook her head, trying hard to forget the nonsensical dream she had just had. She supported her tired body and looked out expectantly.
It was pitch dark, but you could hear the sound of heavy drops of rain hitting the roof.
The pattering is all rain.
Mu Wanwan curled up a little aggrievedly and faced Mr. Long.
There was only very weak light in the room. Mu Wanwan had poor night vision and could only see his blurry shadow.
It’s really cold, I really want to cover myself with a quilt...
Mu Wanwan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch Mr. Long. Her current body was only over 1.6 meters, and her arms were not long. She couldn't touch the quilt after touching for a long time, so Mu Wanwan moved in again. , finally, the fingertips touched the soft quilt.
She followed the edge and stuck her hand in. For a moment, a warm feeling came from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan squinted her eyes and thought a little self-defeating. Anyway, Mr. Long is not conscious at all now. She also confirmed that He didn't (whew——), and there wouldn't be any danger. So what's the point of sleeping on the same bed!
Mu Wanwan refused to admit that she was about to freeze to death.
In fact, according to the temperature last night, she would not be woken up by the cold, but it suddenly rained in the past two days and the temperature dropped, so that she wore enough clothes last night, but it was a bit cold tonight .
As Mu Wanwan secretly moved in the direction of Mr. Long, she comforted herself that the quilt she bought was a large size and could sleep two people.
Mu Wanwan was completely unaware that she had been desperately trying to find countless reasons to sleep with Mr. Long later =_=! !
However, this thing was slightly different from what she expected.
She thought Mr. Long was unconscious, but that was not the case.
Mr. Long is very sensitive to changes in temperature, and the effect of the two slices of ginseng is pretty good, so Mr. Long actually regained consciousness half an hour before Mu Wanwan woke up from the cold, just because he had consumed it before He had too much consciousness, but he did not use it. Instead, he listened to her quiet breathing and treated the injuries in his body guiltily.
So when the quilt was lifted and Mu's curved hand reached into the quilt with a slight chill, Mr. Long felt it immediately. His muscles tensed up almost instantly. Thanks to the ginseng slices, the **** of my right hand can move in a small range.
At this moment, his ring finger and little finger were nervously picking at the sheets. Thinking of what might happen next, his breathing was almost stagnant.