As it turned out, Uncle Zong was not disgusted by Wanwan's excessive demands. Although he was very disgusted, he still took the half bag of seeds handed over by Mu Wanwan seriously, just glanced at it, and said, "These are some ordinary vegetable seeds."

Mu Wanwan twitched her lips. After taking the seeds, she knew that Ao Qin would not give her anything good, but it was good to have vegetable seeds. She could grow some vegetables in the yard in the future.

"Senior, do you have the seeds of plants with more spiritual power to nourish the body?" Mu Wanwan asked again. In fact, she wanted to buy some medicines for Mr. Long that were good for nourishing the body, but she probably couldn't afford it, so she just looked for seeds first.

After she said this, she obviously felt that the uncle's eyes in front of her softened a little, but his tone was still hard, "You girl can probably only cultivate first-grade Green Star Grass. This thing is difficult to cultivate, but the nourishing effect is decent. It's also expensive, one Green Star Grass seed costs five copper coins."

The uncle probably thought that she and he had some similarities, and after thinking for a while he said, "If you cultivate first-grade Green Star Grass, you can also take it to me to exchange for spirit stones. I will give you one low-grade spirit stone for four Green Star Grasses."

When Mu Wanwan heard this, her eyes lit up. If that's the case, cultivating Green Star Grass is more profitable than burning grass, and it can also nourish Mr. Long's body.

She took out her worn-out little bag and began to count the spirit stones inside.

Originally, the monthly allowance was one medium-grade spirit stone and three silver coins, but Fu Liu swallowed some and gave Hong Ye a low-grade spirit stone. Mr. Long used up one, leaving eight. As for the silver coins, he spent one on the entrance fee and two on buying vegetables, so he used them all up.

Because spirit stones are relatively rare, if a low-grade spirit stone is directly exchanged for silver coins, it can be exchanged for 12-15 silver coins. She can come out once every ten days, and it is enough to buy a low-grade spirit stone's worth of burning grass seeds.

But one silver coin can only buy two green star grass seeds... Mr. Long usually needs to use spirit stones to heal his injuries.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and gritted her teeth, deciding to buy another low-grade spirit stone for the seeds of the green star grass. If she could cultivate it, it would be good for both making money and feeding it to Mr. Long.

"Senior, I want to exchange one low-grade spirit stone for the seeds of the burning grass, and buy another low-grade spirit stone for the seeds of the green star grass."

Zong Shu took two low-grade spirit stones with his big hand, walked to the side, picked up the full number of seeds and handed them to her.

"Thank you, senior." Mu Wanwan took the two bags of seeds that were not very heavy, carefully put them away, and prepared to go to the drugstore to have a look.

"Little girl, wait a minute." Seeing that she was about to leave, Uncle Zong couldn't help but took out a small dusty bag from behind the counter and handed it to her, "When the time comes, sprinkle this soil on the ordinary soil, it can increase the success rate."

Mu Wanwan was overjoyed. She took the bag of soil that looked dirty on the outside and thanked Uncle Zong several times.

"It's nothing, it's all difficult, it's all difficult." Uncle Zong didn't know what he thought of, and his tone was a little lonely.

Mu Wanwan guessed that it was related to the person behind the curtain, but she knew what to do and didn't ask too many questions. She just thanked him a few more times before leaving with Lan'er and his sister. After

leaving the store, Feng handed the basket behind him and the vegetables inside to Mu Wanwan.

"I'll give you this frame as well." Feng pursed his lips slightly, tilted his head slightly and looked away, "I have a lot more at home, and this frame is only one or two copper coins."

He said a lot in a cold voice, and Mu Wanwan did not refuse his kindness. When his eyes swept across Lan'er's loose hood, he had an idea in his mind.

"Thank you." Mu Wanwan took the heavy frame with one hand, touched Lan'er's head with the other hand, and quietly put a low-grade spirit stone in her hood.

She did it quite covertly, Feng didn't notice it, but Lan'er did notice the weight of the hood, and looked up at her in confusion.

Mu Wanwan patted her head and waved, "Thank you for today, goodbye."

She was not a very generous person, but if Feng hadn't introduced her this time, she might have found someone selling burning grass seeds, but the price would definitely not be so cheap, not to mention buying green star grass seeds.

Although Feng and Lan'er were willing, she couldn't take it for granted.

A piece of low-grade spirit stone was enough to repay the cause and effect of leading the way and introducing her, which was considered very worthwhile.

Mu Wanwan was in a good mood with the frame on her back -

she had gained a lot today. She would go to a drugstore she passed by before and take a look. Oh, and by the way, she would also take a look at the prices of clothes. She thought she should buy some clothes for Mr. Long.

In the cabinet at home, there were only the quilts and clothes she brought. Mr. Long’s things were pitifully few. It was said that Long was a money-grubber and liked shiny things, but in Mr. Long’s bedroom, the most valuable thing was the bed =_=!!

In fact, she had always had a question. Mr. Long was actually completely naked now, although he was half dragon-shaped, but she didn’t see it (嘩——). It’s not that she wanted to see it, but she was just curious_(:з」∠)_

The original book was not finished, and the plot did not write that Mr. Long had this or that with Bai Shuiyao. She only saw that Mr. Long loved Bai Shuiyao but couldn’t get her, so she didn’t know if he really didn’t have that ability. Could it be that the legend that Long had two (哔——) things was a lie?

Mu Wanwan didn't know what was going on, but she got distracted from making clothes for Mr. Long to his physical health. When she came to her senses, her ears were a little red. She shook her head and felt very dirty, but she happily decided to buy some cloth for emergency use.

Finally, she went to a relatively cheap shop and bought a large piece of cotton cloth. The owner was kind enough to give her eight silver coins after deducting the money for the cloth.

Mu Wanwan carefully put away the silver coins and went to the drugstore to broaden her horizons. The drugstore was very expensive. Even the second-level Baizhen Fruit with very poor appearance required two low-grade spirit stones. She thought it was better not to buy anything. In the end, she only spent one silver coin to buy a bottle of mortal's medicine for trauma. Her legs and lower abdomen were still a little painful. Mr. Long's ointment was just that little, and it might not be enough.

When she finished shopping, it was already late. Many vendors and shops were selling food. The buns and baked cakes that she didn't want to eat in modern times were so fragrant that they almost made her drool.

"Delicious meat buns, made from first-grade spirit pig meat, five copper coins each!"

The boss's shout was very loud. Mu Wanwan swallowed his saliva shamelessly and turned his eyes over uncontrollably -

meat buns, still made from spirit pig meat, must have thin skin and lots of fillings. The spirit pig meat was very tender. When he took a bite, it was fresh, salty, fragrant and smooth. The slightly hot juice exploded in his mouth, matched with the sweetness of the white flour. Although it was a little oily, the big pieces of meat balls inside could satisfy one's appetite...

Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth in pain and simply ran towards the meat stall in his memory. Damn it, why eat buns? He could just buy some spirit pig meat and stew it into soup to drink with Mr. Long!

"Boss, how much is a pound of spiritual pork?"

"Five silver coins per pound." The butcher was a chubby lady who answered cheerfully.

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of the bones casually placed aside and bargained, "Boss, how about I buy half a pound of meat and get a few bones for free?"

"Haha, you're dreaming," the boss also laughed, "Bones are one silver coin per pound, no bargaining."

Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth, "Five silver coins, half a pound of meat, four pounds of bones."

"No bargaining." The boss was still smiling and refused to budge.

In the end, this war, which was brutal but without gunpowder, ended with the boss' victory. Mu Wanwan spent three silver coins to buy a little meat and two pounds of bones. She considered that Mr. Long was just swallowing instinctively and it might not be convenient for him to eat meat, so she decided to buy more bones.

When she left the city with the heavy backpack and saw Hongye waiting outside, it was already noon.

"Madam, have you finished shopping?" Hongye held the cow rope with one hand and glanced at the backpack on Mu Wanwan's back, which looked quite heavy.

"Yeah." Mu Wanwan responded and put the backpack away. "Let's go back quickly."

Mr. Long was still waiting for her at home.

"Okay." Hongye was not the type to dawdle. After she sat down, he drove the ox cart back.

Mu Wanwan hammered her legs, which were a little sore after walking for a few hours. She felt a little sad as she watched the elf market getting farther and farther away. She didn't know where to start complaining about her life.

The journey was a bit long, and Mu Wanwan fell asleep in the ox cart with the backpack in her arms. When she woke up, she had already entered the barrier of the Tyrant's Mansion and was about to reach the bedroom.

"Madam, take care."

After saying goodbye to Hongye, Mu Wanwan carried the backpack, took out the key, and opened the door of the Tyrant's bedroom.

As soon as she opened the door, she felt something was wrong. There was a smell of something rotten in the air.

Her first reaction was that the first-grade spiritual pig meat she had just bought for three silver coins was rotten, and she even wanted to scold the boss for being a liar, but when she checked, the meat in the backpack was not rotten.

Oops!

Mu Wanwan thought of something, put down the backpack and closed the door, and then hurried to the room -

could it be that when she was away, Ao Qin, the bad dragon, came to bully Mr. Dragon?