I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 26|Twenty-six dragons

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Mu Wanwan woke up very early because she was thinking about going to the market to sell things.

It was a little dark outside, so 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 gloomy. I didn't know if it was going to rain again.

"Mr. Long, I have to leave." Mu Wanwan packed everything, walked to the bed, and saw that he was sleeping peacefully. Then he lifted the quilt and looked at his tail, which was not abnormal. After thinking about it, she still felt a little uneasy. After all, she had checked Mr. Long's tail before she left last time, but his tail was rotten just a few hours after she left.

She had to be more careful this time. Mu Wanwan thought for a while, cut a small piece of ginseng and replaced it with Mr. Long's previous piece, and helped him tuck the quilt in. She knew he couldn't hear but still made a low promise, "I will try to come back as soon as possible this time."

Mu Wanwan closed the door, checked a few times to see if the courtyard door was locked, and then left with a broken umbrella and a backpack on his back.

The mood when she left Mr. Long to go shopping at the market this time was very different from the 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 even more worried about Mr. Long.

"Madam, do you want to go to the market?"

Same as last time, not long after Mu Wanwan walked out, Hongye appeared, but this time she appeared leading an ox cart.

"Yes." Mu Wanwan smiled at Hongye, "I want to go out once today."

"Okay, Madam, please get in the car." Hongye smiled and said, "Should we go to the elves' market?"

"Yes." Mu Wanwan responded, first carefully placing the backpack on his back on the bullock cart, and then got on the cart himself.

Hongye caught a glimpse of the more packages she had brought out than last time, and her heart moved, "Madam, what are those things you covered with cloth? Are you going to sell them at the market this time?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, generously opened the cloth he prepared last night, revealing the vegetables inside, and said calmly, "Last time I went to the market and bought a lot of seeds. This time I went to replace them. Pay some money."

Hongye glanced at the basket for a few times. It was filled with vegetables. The most were radishes and a lot of green vegetables. He quickly lost interest, sat in front and started driving the cart, and threw the curtain hat to Mu Wan. Wan, with a slight disdain in his tone, said, "Madam, don't forget to wear a curtain hat, and I'm afraid you won't make much money from these vegetables, right? Madam is also a first-level monk after all, and using spiritual energy to grow these vegetables that mortals eat is really amazing ..."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his tone was filled with helplessness, "Your Majesty is very ill now, and the monthly payment is not enough for his medicine. It is hard work, but if the monks are not hungry, It’s no big deal to have a full meal, maybe I can’t even afford vegetable seeds.”

"Now I only have two silver coins left on my body that cannot be absorbed by the monks. I am all counting on these vegetables to exchange for some money."

"Oh, if you ask me, madam, you shouldn't have bought so much meat and cloth last time." Hongye also believed it. Seeing Mu Wanwan's lack of knowledge, he felt that her life was not as good as that of a maid like herself, "Those Instead of silver coins, you might as well buy some needlework and make some purses and other items to sell." Hongye said, "If a purse is well embroidered, it will cost more than ten copper coins."

Mu Wanwan was just listening casually, but when he heard about a dozen copper coins, he became really interested, "A dozen copper coins?"

Hong Ye’s temperament is not bad after all, and he is willing to say, "Yes, my sisters and sisters-in-law who have not entered the spiritual path all support their families in this way. I think it is better than growing vegetables."

As the two of them talked, the bullock cart gradually moved away from the palace. Just like last time, it passed through the barrier and left the Tyrant's Mansion through a side door, arriving safely around the market.

"Madam, I think it's going to rain this day. I'm going to find a place to settle the ox cart first. Later, I may have to trouble Madam to hold an umbrella and ride the ox cart." After chatting along the way, Hong Ye His attitude towards Mu Wanwan has become better, even more respectful than before.

"Then let's 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 learned more about Hongye. According to Hongye, their family has been very poor since their ancestors. After meeting Qingyan, she and her brother were lucky enough to embark on the path of cultivation.

And his elder brother Qingye was even more outstanding. He became a second-level monk before he was forty. Hongye said angrily at the time that if he hadn't met the **** Bai Shuiyao this time, Qingye wouldn't be so useless. , causing the mortal wife in Qingye's family to have to work from dawn to dusk doing embroidery every day to support her children and husband.

When she heard this on the road, Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She always thought Qingye was single, but it turned out that he had a wife and children, and he was still forty. It was a shame that Bai Shuiyao could talk about it. That Aoba is really a scumbag, he still hooks up with other women even after he has a wife.

But in this world, men, especially powerful men, can have many wives and concubines. In the same way, the same goes for women. 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 in the future, he can marry many women.

Thinking of this, 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 he wakes up. She should leave as soon as possible. How many more women will Mr. Long marry? What does it have to do with her?

Mu Wanwan even thought with some anger, the worst is, after Mr. Long abandoned her, she would work hard to practice, even if she relied on cultivating spiritual plants, she would be able to make a lot of money and raise seventeen or eighteen children. As a mortal man, wouldn’t it be a pleasure to have a group of handsome men serving him every day?

Mu Wanwan was sulking silently for a while, and it took him a while to realize what he was just thinking about, and he shook his head helplessly——

How could she think of Mr. Dragon from Qingye? Mr. Dragon is still just a plant dragon. He is really wronged in the Pacific Ocean. He hasn't even woken up yet, and she has begun to imagine all the things he will do after he wakes up. Zha Long took action.

Maybe Mr. Long will not mindlessly fall in love with Bai Shuiyao as soon as he wakes up, as written in the original book?

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and stopped thinking about these illusory things. She buried her slightly complicated emotions towards Mr. Long in her heart. Just like last time, she tested the level and handed in two silver coins. After arriving in the city, we went straight to Uncle Zong's shop.

This time there was no Laner brother and sister to lead the way, and she was carrying heavier things. Mu Wanwan didn’t walk very fast, but she came early, and there weren’t many people in the market. When she got to Uncle Zong’s shop There was almost no one on the street ahead.

"Uncle Zong." Mu Wanwan searched for memories and came to the door of Uncle Zong's shop and knocked on the half-closed door, "Is Uncle Zong here?"

It’s just that this time, Uncle Zong’s bold voice didn’t come from the store. Instead, a thin female voice came, “He’s out...ahem...he’s here to buy something. Something?"

Mu Wanwan immediately 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, there was a This time the curtain was lifted, and a pale and haggard woman sat on a stool, showing a faint smile to her.

"You are the little girl who gave Lan'er and the others the spirit stones that Brother Lei mentioned last time... ahem..." The woman looked at Mu Wanwan for a while and said slowly, His expression was quite gentle.

Brother Lei is Uncle Zong?

How did Uncle Zong know that he gave Laner and the others spiritual stones...

Mu Wanwan was a little unresponsive and a little dazed. Her reaction pleased the haggard woman, who smiled happily, "You kid, why don't you speak?"

But after she smiled for a while, she started coughing uncontrollably, sounding like she was about to run out of breath.

"Are you okay?" Mu Wanwan quickly took down the backpack. Just as he was about to walk to her side to help, he felt his arm being roughly pulled.

"Get out of the way!" Uncle Zong walked in from the outside with a chill all over his body. He casually placed the breakfast he just bought on the table. He walked to the woman in two steps and gently stroked her arms with a pair of big hands. , even the voice seemed to turn into water, "Yun'er, I'm back. Stop talking. I'll take you to the back to rest."

The woman named Yun'er frowned helplessly, cast an apologetic glance at Chao Mu, and was hugged by Uncle Zong before disappearing behind the curtain.

Mu Wanwan silently picked up the backpack and walked aside. After waiting for a while, he saw Uncle Zong walking out from behind the curtain with a sinister look on his face. Before Mu Wanwan could speak to him, Uncle Zong rolled his eyes at him. .

"Have you cultivated the seeds?" Uncle Zong said angrily first.

"Grow some." Mu Wanwan didn't think his attitude was bad and said with a smile.

"Created dozens of burning grasses?" Uncle Zong asked. Last time, he gave Mu Wanwan a lot of good seeds out of sympathy, but according to his many years of experience, generally a first-level wood cultivator can grow within ten Being able to cultivate sixty or seventy burning grasses in one day is considered good.

Even if he uses the bag of spiritual soil he gave, he can cultivate more than ten roots at most, so Uncle Zong has long been sure that it will be good if Mu Wanwan can cultivate seventy or eighty burning grass this time.

But when he saw Mu Wanwan lift up the white cloth on the basket and spread it on the ground, take down all the vegetables on it, and reveal the burning grass and green star grass hidden in the center of the basket, he was almost shocked. jaw.

"You have cultivated these in the past few days?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe it. He glanced at the things in the basket. There were at least more than a hundred burning grasses, and there were even ten green star grasses. Several plants.

"Yes." Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, "I still have some seedlings at home. I was afraid that you wouldn't harvest them, so I didn't bring them."

"You didn't lie to me, did you?" Uncle Zong still didn't believe it, "How can you, a first-level little girl, cultivate so many?"

Mu Wanwan brought the burning grass and blue star grass to the counter and said in a clear voice, "It's all the seeds and spiritual soil you gave me, Uncle Zong, otherwise I wouldn't have such a high success rate."

Uncle Zong picked up a piece of burning grass——

It is long and green, and the roots below are still a little bit muddy, but the overall condition is very good. The other more than a hundred roots are also the same. You can tell at a glance that they are made by the same person.

His expression was a little complicated, but when his eyes touched the green star grass on the side, it turned into shock.

"You, this is the Blue Star Grass you cultivated?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the full, translucent leaf held between the two long leaves of the Blue Star Grass. Fruit, I couldn't help but reach out and grab a small piece. The green star grass with this kind of quality contains very few impurities. It is the best choice to nourish the body. If Yun'er uses this green star grass, will it be possible? Will it be better than the spiritual plant he spent a lot of money to acquire before?

Thinking of this, Uncle Zong felt that he could not wait for a moment. He pinched the green star grass fruit and said to Mu Wanwan, "Wait for me." Then he hurriedly opened the curtain. gone.

Mu Wanwan: "......??"

What is going on?

She didn't wait long, and Uncle Zong came back again. There was no longer the Green Star Grass fruit in his hand, but there was a smile on his face, and even his eyes became a little softer. Mu Wan looked at it. Wan is heartbroken.

"Uncle Zong, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the Bixingcao I cultivated?" Mu Wanwan said a little uneasily, because Uncle Zong's eyes were really scary, as if his soul had suddenly been changed. .

"No problem, of course there is no problem with what you cultivated." Uncle Zong couldn't help but smile, "You cultivated it very well!"

Mu Wanwan had no choice but to smile too, "Uncle Zong, do you still want to accept my burning grass and blue star grass?"

"Take it! Of course." Uncle Zong's eyes were very bright, and he scanned the things on the table with his consciousness, "One hundred and eight burning grasses, plus the green star grass I took before, there are sixteen green grasses. Star grass?"

Mu Wanwan was surprised by his speed, and had a new judgment on Uncle Zong's strength in his heart, "Yes."

"Look at this, I will give you twenty-five low-grade spiritual stones." Uncle Zong was very generous.

"Twenty-five yuan?" Mu Wanwan was surprised and delighted at first, and then he had a guess in his mind——

Although she is not smart, she is not stupid either. Based on Uncle Zong's performance just now, she secretly guessed that it was because the Bixingcao she cultivated was very good and was good for the health of the woman named Yun'er just now.

But she was not prepared to speak loudly. After all, Uncle Zong was very, very kind. She only said tactfully, "Uncle Zong, can I exchange fifteen low-grade spiritual stones for one medium-grade spiritual stone?"

Uncle Zong was a little surprised, "You are only at the first level now, and the low-grade spiritual stones are enough for you to absorb. It is not worth it to switch to the middle-grade spiritual stones."

Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly and said, "The one in my family was at the fourth level before he was injured. I think higher-level spiritual stones will be better for his injuries."

As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong nodded approvingly, "It is best to use higher-level spiritual stones for those of level three and above. The spiritual power of low-level spiritual stones is indeed not enough. Every time you practice, you will absorb so much spiritual power." A little bit of spiritual power is worse than not absorbing it, it’s extremely uncomfortable.”

Uncle Zong just expressed his feelings honestly, but Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable listening to it.

Given the strength of Uncle Zong, who is in the third and almost fourth level, he would still feel aggrieved by absorbing low-grade spiritual stones. Mr. Long, who was once the top powerhouse in the mainland, only relies on the little spiritual power she feeds him every day. , it’s probably even more uncomfortable.

"Then I will replace it with a medium-grade spiritual stone for you, and then give you ten low-grade spiritual stones." Uncle Zong noticed her change in mood, thinking that she was worried that he would not change it, so he explained.

Mu Wanwan thanked him very much and said thank you several times.

"It's me who thanks you." Uncle Zong laughed twice, "Speaking of which, it's me who took advantage of you."

He didn't know what was special about Mu Wanwan's spiritual power, but the spiritual plants she cultivated were very good. The fruit of the Green Star Grass just now made Yun'er look much better.

Uncle Zong looked at her backpack on the ground with his big brown eyes. After thinking about it, he took out a low-grade Qiankun bag from his pocket and handed it to her, "This Qiankun bag is a thank you gift."

Mu Wanwan looked at the Qiankun bag with hot eyes and hesitated, "Uncle Zong, this Qiankun bag is not cheap either. 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 me spiritual plants next time." Uncle Zong walked to the two rows of wooden shelves in the store "To tell you the truth, I used the Bixingcao fruit on Yun'er just now, and the effect was very good."

"Coupled with your high cultivation success rate, 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 some spiritual plants to you. ."

......

Mu Wanwan stayed at Uncle Zong's place for more than half an hour before leaving. In his arms were one medium-grade spiritual stone, five low-grade spiritual stones, twenty silver coins, two packs of first-order Bixing grass and The seeds of the first-order Baozhen fruit, a large bag of Qiankun bags of spiritual soil given by Uncle Zong, and a basket filled with vegetables on his back made him feel a little unsteady when he walked.

I gained so much this morning!

She originally thought that she could only exchange for 20 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. Even if Uncle Zong lowered the price, it would be good if she could exchange for 18 yuan. As a result, I have now earned a mid-grade spiritual stone.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but smile, the first pot of gold in another world! She left all the spirit stones with Mr. Long and two more silver coins to spend next time when she came in. She actually had eighteen silver coins as pocket money.

This is simply a breakthrough from scratch!

Mu Wanwan couldn't control herself anymore. She even wanted to run back immediately and tell Mr. Long that she had made money, and according to what Uncle Zong said, she had some strange wood spiritual power. I can even afford him.

Perhaps, we can work harder, give him an occasional meal, buy some clothes, and stop him from being a fruit dragon.

The corners of his lips raised, Mu Wanwan took out the silver coin alone and held it in his palm, feeling that his heart was about to be warmed by the wonderful feeling of making a small amount of money.