Because of the heavy burden of life and the pressure of raising a dragon, Mu Wanwan had no mood to rest after finishing her meal. She rummaged through the things she had bought from the market and began calculating the enormous household expenses and income—
Right now, there were only two mouths in the family: one person and one dragon.
Her own expenses were actually very low. She only needed to buy some food and vegetables. She had no entertainment needs. If she only ate ordinary mortal rice and vegetables, and saved carefully, she might only need one or two gold coins a month.
But Mr. Dragon was different.
Leaving aside the fact that he basically needed to absorb one low-grade spirit stone every day, just that bag of spirit rice alone had a market price of ten low-grade spirit stones. Add to that the Hundred Treasures Fruit he was now eating every two days—second-rank ones cost five low-grade spirit stones each. Calculated like this, Mr. Dragon alone would cost over a hundred low-grade spirit stones a month.
And it was now mid-October. They had only just received their monthly allowance, but that tiny amount was nowhere near enough, and it was already almost spent.
After just a rough calculation, Mu Wanwan felt her head begin to ache.
She pulled out the seeds she had bought from Uncle Zong and counted them. Her eyes lit up. Uncle Zong had given her a full one hundred and fifty Burning Grass seeds, and even for the Blue Star Grass seeds, he had given her thirty.
And these seeds all looked quite plump. They were good seeds.
Mu Wanwan silently felt grateful to Uncle Zong, then found the somewhat dirty-looking soil. When she opened it and looked, it was a small bag of spirit soil—
In the original body’s memories, the method wood-type cultivators used to cultivate seeds was actually very simple. Mortals directly planted seeds in the soil, while cultivators first used the wood-type spiritual energy in their bodies to guide the seeds once, then buried them in the soil.
The more spiritual energy infused, the faster the seeds grew and the higher the success rate of cultivation. Of course, if the spiritual energy was of a higher grade, or if there was spirit soil, it could further increase the success rate and the quality of the finished product.
For plants like Burning Grass, which did not even reach a ranked grade, cultivating them naturally had a much higher success rate than cultivating a first-rank spiritual plant like Blue Star Grass.
Mu Wanwan thought for a while, weighed the small bag of spirit soil in her hand, and made a decision—
She would use all this spirit soil to cultivate the Blue Star Grass seeds.
There was very little spirit soil. Although the success rate for cultivating Blue Star Grass was very low, the returns were much greater than Burning Grass. Cultivating them this way would not be a loss.
After making up her mind, Mu Wanwan did not hesitate and began preparing for cultivation.
The first step of preparation was to have soil. Mu Wanwan thought for a moment, changed into a set of dirty clothes, held the umbrella, and went to the side hall kitchen. Fortunately, the kitchen not only had many cooking utensils, but also many very large basins. She found one of medium size, then took a small shovel and began searching for soil.
In the palace where Mr. Dragon lived, only the area behind the side hall had soil. The other places were actually quite nice. Whether it was the rooms in the main hall or the furnishings in the side hall, they were all rather grand. But all the slightly valuable items had been taken away by the servants. Now this once supremely lofty palace had already become an abandoned cold palace.
There was no soil in those places. Mu Wanwan searched for a long time and, in the end, only found a small patch behind the side hall that had not been covered by stone slabs.
But the soil quality did not look very good. Still, she had no right to be picky. She removed the stones and, in quite a sorry state, dug up a fair amount of soil, then carried the basin back to the room.
After doing some simple processing, Mu Wanwan first picked up one Burning Grass seed. Relying on her memories, she slowly guided a trace of wood-type spiritual energy out of her dantian and sent it into the seed.
The seed quickly swallowed that trace of wood-type spiritual energy. Its outer appearance did not seem to change at all, so Mu Wanwan sent another trace of spiritual energy in. This time, the seed still showed no change. She became a little anxious, thinking, Surely I can’t be so useless that I can’t even cultivate one stalk of Burning Grass? She no longer carefully sent in only a tiny bit of spiritual energy, and instead generously sent in quite a bit.
Then, as if by magic, the seed broke open in front of her eyes and sprouted a tender bud. The tiny bud then grew taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming a thin, short… little Burning Grass.
Mu Wanwan stared at the little Burning Grass in her hand, which had cost her about one-tenth of her spiritual energy, and fell into thought.
This did not seem difficult?
She touched the tiny roots that had just grown from the little Burning Grass. They were short and small. Satisfied, she planted the little Burning Grass into the basin.
Mu Wanwan took a dirty handkerchief and wiped the wet mud from her hands, then continued cultivating Burning Grass seeds with full motivation. This time, she controlled it a little. She only cultivated the Burning Grass seeds into seedlings and did not continue sending spiritual energy. In one breath, she cultivated a full eighteen stalks of Burning Grass before finally feeling her spiritual energy run dry and becoming unable to continue.
Mu Wanwan crouched down and planted the last stalk of Burning Grass. Looking at the Burning Grass seedlings that occupied more than half the basin, she felt very pleased.
In her eyes, these Burning Grass seedlings were not Burning Grass seedlings. They were silver coins stuck one by one into the soil.
Uncle Zong had said that twelve stalks of Burning Grass could be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone. In other words, in one afternoon, she had earned one and a half low-grade spirit stones!
What an exciting thing this was! Ever since transmigrating, Mu Wanwan, who had constantly been spending money and had never earned even a single copper coin, looked at that basin of Burning Grass seedlings with flames practically burning in her eyes.
As expected, whether in modern times or in this world, making money was something that made people feel happy.
Moreover, while she had been seriously cultivating just now, she had not noticed that she had cultivated eighteen seeds in a row without failing even once. Mu Wanwan felt a little dizzy with excitement. Could this be her golden finger?
And so Mu Wanwan became overconfident. After sitting cross-legged and resting for a while, she felt the spiritual energy in her dantian recover somewhat, and then, overestimating her own ability, she picked up a first-rank Blue Star Grass seed to cultivate.
But this time, even when she had exhausted all her strength, that seed remained completely unmoving, without the slightest sign of breaking its shell and sprouting.
Mu Wanwan, who had been full of confidence: “…”
She somewhat resignedly put the seed away again, then moved the Burning Grass seedlings she had painstakingly planted to an open space in the room. After that, she fetched water and washed the pillow Mr. Dragon had dirtied. By the time she finished all this, the sky was already almost dark.
The rain, however, was falling harder and harder. Dark clouds sealed the sky, without the slightest sign of clearing.
Mu Wanwan looked sorrowfully at the still-damp quilt and pillow, then at Mr. Dragon lying on the bed and the quilt covering him. After thinking for a long time, she decided to make do for another night. She refused to believe it. It was raining today, but surely it could not rain again tomorrow?
It was only two nights of making do. It was nothing.
So that night, after Mu Wanwan desperately used the last of her strength to cultivate two more Burning Grass seeds, she wore the thickest clothes she could manage, rested her head on a pillow made from folded clothes, and miserably prepared to make do for another night.
But she slept very badly that night. She kept dreaming.
What she dreamed of was neither the mobile games she had missed so much at first, nor pieces of spirit stones. Instead, she dreamed of the fake Mr. Dragon she had seen at noon.
The Mr. Dragon in the dream felt somewhat different from the fake Mr. Dragon. His face was clearer. He looked at her as though he was saying something. In the dream, she asked Mr. Dragon what his name was. The Mr. Dragon in the dream looked at her, then said, “Cold.”
Mu Wanwan was a little stunned and asked again, but the Mr. Dragon in the dream seemed to become impatient. With a *pat*, just like the fake Mr. Dragon, he suddenly scattered away…
In the dream, she kept repeating the word Mr. Dragon had said, “Cold, cold, cold…”
“Mm, so cold.” Mu Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes. Her hands and feet were so cold they felt a little stiff.
She shook her head, trying hard to forget that ridiculous dream from earlier. Supporting her exhausted body, she looked outside with anticipation.
It was pitch-black. But she could hear the sound of large raindrops striking the roof.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It was all rain.
Feeling a little wronged, Mu Wanwan curled herself up, facing Mr. Dragon’s direction.
There was only an extremely faint light in the room. Mu Wanwan’s night vision was very poor, so she could only see his blurry silhouette.
It was really so cold. She really wanted to cover herself with a quilt…
Unable to help herself, Mu Wanwan reached out in Mr. Dragon’s direction. Her current body was only a little over one meter sixty, and her arms were not long. She groped for a long time but could not touch the quilt, so Mu Wanwan moved inward a little more. Finally, her fingertips touched the soft quilt.
Following the edge, she slipped her hand inside. In an instant, a warm feeling came from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan narrowed her eyes and, rather giving up on herself, thought, Anyway, Mr. Dragon has no consciousness right now. And she had already confirmed that he did not have a certain part. There would not be any danger. So what was wrong with sleeping under the same quilt?
Mu Wanwan refused to admit that she had already been almost frozen silly.
Actually, with the temperature from last night, she would not have been frozen awake. But these two days, it had suddenly started raining, and the temperature had dropped as well. As a result, the clothes she had worn last night had been enough then, but tonight they were somewhat too thin.
As Mu Wanwan secretly moved toward Mr. Dragon, she comforted herself by thinking that this wedding quilt had been bought in a very large size in the first place. It could absolutely fit two people.
Mu Wanwan was completely unaware that she had already desperately found countless excuses for sleeping together with Mr. Dragon later. =_=!!
Only, this matter was slightly different from what she had imagined.
She thought Mr. Dragon was unconscious.
But he was not.
Mr. Dragon was extremely sensitive to changes in temperature, and the effects of the two ginseng slices were quite good. So in truth, Mr. Dragon had already regained consciousness half an hour before Mu Wanwan was frozen awake. It was just that, because he had previously consumed too much divine consciousness, he did not extend his divine consciousness outward. Instead, he listened to her quiet breathing while guiltily treating the injuries inside his body.
So when the quilt was lifted and Mu Wanwan’s hand, carrying a slight chill, slipped under the blanket, Mr. Dragon sensed it immediately. His muscles almost instantly tensed. Thanks to the ginseng slices, two fingers on his right hand could move slightly now.
At this moment, his ring finger and little finger were nervously digging into the bedsheet. Thinking about what might happen next, his breathing nearly froze.
**Author’s note:**
Mr. Dragon, blushing: “This is too fast. I’m not ready yet.”
Mu Wanwan, shivering: “???”
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