Facts proved that Mu Wanwan’s taking advantage of the situation did not make Uncle Zong dislike her. Although he looked very disdainful, he still seriously accepted the half-packet of seeds Mu Wanwan handed over. With only one glance, he said, “These are ordinary vegetable seeds.”
Mu Wanwan’s mouth twitched. She took the seeds back.
She knew it. Ao Qin would never give her anything good. Still, having vegetable seeds was not bad. In the future, she could plant some vegetables in the courtyard.
“Senior, do you have any seeds for plants with relatively abundant spiritual energy that can nourish the body?” Mu Wanwan asked again.
She actually wanted to buy some medicine that would help nourish Mr. Dragon’s body, but there was an eighty percent chance she could not afford it. So she might as well first see if there were any seeds.
After she said this, she clearly felt Uncle Zong’s gaze soften a little. But his tone was still stiff.
“With your ability, girl, you can probably only cultivate first-rank Blue Star Grass. That thing is difficult to cultivate, but its nourishing effect is decent. It’s also expensive. One Blue Star Grass seed costs five copper coins.”
Uncle Zong seemed to feel that she shared something similar with him. After thinking for a moment, he added, “If you manage to cultivate first-rank Blue Star Grass, you can also bring it here to exchange for spirit stones. Four stalks of Blue Star Grass, and I’ll give you one low-grade spirit stone.”
When Mu Wanwan heard this, her eyes lit up immediately.
Calculated like this, cultivating Blue Star Grass was more profitable than burning grass. And it could also nourish Mr. Dragon’s body.
She took out her somewhat old little pouch and began counting the spirit stones inside.
Originally, her monthly allowance was one mid-grade spirit stone and three silver coins. But Fuliu had swallowed part of it, she had given Hongye one low-grade spirit stone, and Mr. Dragon had used one. There were eight pieces left.
As for silver coins, she had spent one on the entrance fee and two on vegetables, so they were all gone.
Because spirit stones were comparatively rare, if one low-grade spirit stone was directly exchanged for silver coins, it could be exchanged for twelve to fifteen coins. She could come out once every ten days, so buying one low-grade spirit stone’s worth of burning grass seeds would be enough.
But one silver coin could only buy two Blue Star Grass seeds…
And Mr. Dragon also needed spirit stones to heal on a regular basis.
Mu Wanwan thought about it, then gritted her teeth and decided to buy one low-grade spirit stone’s worth of Blue Star Grass seeds too. If she could cultivate them successfully, whether she sold them for money or fed them to Mr. Dragon, it would be good.
“Senior, I’d like to exchange one low-grade spirit stone for burning grass seeds, and buy one low-grade spirit stone’s worth of Blue Star Grass seeds.”
Uncle Zong’s large hand took the two low-grade spirit stones. He walked to the side, selected the full amount of seeds, and handed them to her.
“Thank you, Senior.”
Mu Wanwan accepted the two bags of seeds, which were not particularly heavy, carefully put them away, and prepared to go look at the medicine shop.
“Little girl, wait.”
Seeing that she was about to leave, Uncle Zong could not quite hold back. From behind the counter, he took out a somewhat dusty little bag and handed it to her.
“When the time comes, sprinkle this soil over ordinary soil. It can increase the success rate a little.”
Mu Wanwan was pleasantly surprised. She accepted the dirty-looking bag of soil and thanked Uncle Zong several times.
“It’s nothing. Life is hard for everyone. Hard for everyone.”
Uncle Zong seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became a little more desolate.
Mu Wanwan guessed that it was related to the person behind the cloth curtain, but she tactfully did not ask further. She only thanked him a few more times before leaving with Lan’er and Feng.
After they left the shop, Feng handed Mu Wanwan the basket on his back, along with all the vegetables inside.
“You can have the basket too.”
Feng pursed his lips slightly and turned his head a little, shifting his gaze away.
“I still have many at home. Besides, this basket is only worth one or two copper coins.”
He said quite a lot in a cold voice, so Mu Wanwan did not refuse his kindness. When her gaze swept over Lan’er’s loose hood, an idea came to her.
“Then thank you.”
Mu Wanwan accepted the rather heavy basket with one hand. With the other, she touched Lan’er’s head and quietly placed a low-grade spirit stone inside her hood.
She did it quite discreetly. Feng did not notice, but Lan’er did sense the weight in her hood and looked up at her in confusion.
Mu Wanwan patted her head and waved.
“Thank you for today. Goodbye.”
She was not a particularly generous person. But this time, if Feng had not introduced her, she might have been able to find someone selling burning grass seeds, but the price definitely would not have been this cheap. Let alone buying Blue Star Grass seeds.
Although Feng and Lan’er had been willing, she could not take all of this for granted.
One low-grade spirit stone to repay this favour of guiding and introducing her was still very worth it.
Mu Wanwan carried the basket on her back, feeling very good.
Today’s harvest was plentiful. Next, she would go look at the medicine shop she had passed earlier. Right, right, she should also take a look at the price of clothes. She felt that she still needed to buy Mr. Dragon some clothes.
In the cabinet at home, there were only the quilts and clothes she had brought with her. Mr. Dragon had pitifully few belongings. Everyone said dragons were obsessed with wealth and liked shiny golden things, but in Mr. Dragon’s sleeping palace, the most valuable thing was that bed. =_=!!
Actually, she had always had a question. Mr. Dragon was technically completely naked right now. Although he was in half-dragon form, she had not seen his… ahem. It was not that she really wanted to see it, but she was just very curious. *(:з」∠)*
The original book had not ended, and the plot had not written about Mr. Dragon doing this or that with Bai Shuiyao. She had only read up to the part where Mr. Dragon loved Bai Shuiyao but could not have her, so she did not know whether he truly lacked that kind of ability.
Could the legend about dragons having two—beep—be fake?
Somehow, Mu Wanwan’s thoughts drifted from making clothes for Mr. Dragon to Mr. Dragon’s physical health. By the time she came back to herself, her ears were a little red. She shook her head, deeply feeling that she was being so dirty-minded. But she still happily decided to buy some cloth, just in case.
In the end, she went to a relatively cheap shop and bought a large piece of cotton cloth. The owner was fairly honest and, after deducting the price of the cloth, gave her eight silver coins.
Mu Wanwan carefully put away the silver coins and went to the medicine shop to broaden her horizons. The medicine shop was very expensive. Even second-rank Hundred Treasures Fruits of poor quality cost two low-grade spirit stones each. She felt it was better not to buy anything. In the end, she only spent one silver coin on a bottle of bruise medicine for ordinary people. Her legs and lower abdomen still hurt a little, and Mr. Dragon’s ointment was limited. It probably would not be enough.
By the time she finished shopping, it was already getting late. Many vendors and shops had begun selling food. The steamed buns and baked flatbreads that she had not cared much for in modern times smelled so good now that they almost made her drool.
“Fragrant meat buns! Made with first-rank spirit pork! Five copper coins each!”
The owner’s shout was very loud. Mu Wanwan shamefully swallowed, her gaze uncontrollably turning toward him.
Meat buns. Made with spirit pork too. They must have thin skins and lots of filling. Spirit pork was very tender. One bite would be fresh, salty, fragrant, and smooth. Slightly hot juices would burst in the mouth, paired with the sweetness of white flour. Although they would be a little oily, the large meatball filling inside would definitely satisfy a person’s appetite…
Mu Wanwan painfully gritted her teeth. In the end, she turned and ran toward the meat stall in her memory.
Damn it. Why eat buns? She would buy spirit pork directly and go home to stew soup to drink with Mr. Dragon!
“Boss, how much is spirit pork per jin?”
“Five silver coins per jin.”
The meat seller was a plump auntie, and she answered straightforwardly.
Mu Wanwan’s gaze caught sight of some bones casually placed to the side, and she casually bargained, “Boss, if I buy half a jin of meat, how about giving me a few bones?”
“Haha, you really have a beautiful imagination,” the boss laughed too. “Bones are one silver coin per jin. Fixed price.”
Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth.
“Five silver coins. Half a jin of meat and four jin of bones.”
“Fixed price.”
The boss still smiled, not yielding an inch.
In the end, this brutal war without smoke ended in the boss’s victory. Mu Wanwan spent three silver coins and bought a tiny bit of meat and two jin of bones. Considering that Mr. Dragon currently only swallowed by instinct and eating meat might not be convenient, it was better to buy more bones.
By the time she left the city carrying the somewhat heavy basket on her back and saw Hongye waiting outside, it was already completely noon.
“Madam, finished shopping?”
Hongye held the ox rope in one hand and glanced at the basket on Mu Wanwan’s back, which looked like it had some weight to it.
“Mm.”
Mu Wanwan responded and placed the basket properly.
“Let’s hurry back.”
Mr. Dragon was still waiting for her at home.
“All right.”
Hongye was not the slow and fussy type. Once Mu Wanwan sat properly, she drove the ox cart back.
Mu Wanwan thumped her legs, which hurt a little after walking for several hours. Looking at the elven market growing farther and farther away, she felt rather emotional. Her life was really so strange that she didn’t even know where to begin complaining.
The journey was a little long. Mu Wanwan fell asleep on the ox cart while holding the basket. When she woke again, they had already entered the barrier of the Tyrant’s Residence and were almost at the sleeping palace.
“Madam, take care.”
After saying goodbye to Hongye, Mu Wanwan carried the basket, took out the key, and opened the main doors of the tyrant’s sleeping palace.
As soon as she pushed open the door, she felt that something was wrong.
There was the smell of something rotting in the air.
Her first reaction was that the first-rank spirit pork she had just spent three silver coins on had gone bad. She even wanted to curse the boss as a scammer. But after she checked, the meat in the basket had not spoiled.
Oh no!
Mu Wanwan thought of something. After setting down the basket and closing the main doors, she hurriedly ran toward the room.
Don’t tell her that while she had been away, that wicked dragon Ao Qin had come over to bully Mr. Dragon?
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