Because of the heavy pressure of life and raising dragons, Mu Wanwan had no intention of resting after dinner. She sorted through the things she bought from the market and began to calculate the huge family expenses and income.

Now there are only two people at home, one person and one dragon.

She actually spends very little, just some food and vegetables, and has no entertainment needs. If she only eats rice and vegetables for ordinary people, she can save a little and even only need one or two gold coins a month.

But Mr. Long can't do that.

Not to mention that he basically needs to absorb one low-grade spirit stone every day, the market price of the bag of spirit rice alone is ten low-grade spirit stones, plus he now eats one Baizhen fruit every two days, and the second-level one is five low-grade spirit stones. So, Mr. Long needs to spend hundreds of low-grade spirit stones for one dragon in a month.

And now it is mid-October, they just got the monthly allowance, which is not enough, and it is almost spent.

Mu Wanwan felt a headache after just a rough calculation.

She took out the seeds bought from Uncle Zong, counted them, and her eyes lit up. Uncle Zong gave her 150 seeds of burning grass, and even Uncle Zong gave her 30 seeds of green star grass.

Moreover, these seeds all looked full, and they were good seeds.

Mu Wanwan silently thanked his uncle in his heart, and found the dirty soil again. He opened it and saw that it was a small bag of spiritual soil.

In his original body's memory, the method of cultivating seeds by wood-type cultivators was actually very simple. Mortals directly planted the seeds in the soil, while cultivators first used the wood-type spiritual power in their bodies to guide the seeds, and then buried them in the soil.

The more spiritual power input, the faster the seeds grow and the higher the success rate of cultivation. Of course, if the level of spiritual energy is higher, or there is spiritual soil, the success rate of cultivation and the appearance of the finished product can be further improved.

For plants that cannot reach the grade, such as burning grass, the success rate of cultivation is naturally much easier than that of first-grade spiritual plants such as green star grass.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while, weighed the small bag of spiritual soil in her hand, and made a decision -

she was going to use all of this spiritual soil to cultivate the seeds of the Green Star Grass.

This spiritual soil is very little, and although the success rate of cultivating the Green Star Grass is very low, the benefits are much greater than that of burning grass, so it is not a waste for her to cultivate it this way.

After making up her mind, Mu Wanwan did not hesitate and began to make preparations before cultivation.

The first step in the preparation for cultivation is to have soil. Mu Wanwan thought about it, changed into dirty clothes, and went to the side hall kitchen with an umbrella. Fortunately, there were not only many kitchen utensils but also many large basins in the kitchen. She found a medium-sized one and took a small shovel to start looking for soil.

In the palace where Mr. Long lived, only the area behind the side hall had soil. The rest of the place was quite good. Whether it was the rooms in the main hall or the furnishings in the side hall, they were actually quite grand. However, some of the more valuable things were taken away by the servants. Now this palace, which was once the most high and mighty, has become an abandoned 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 that was not covered by stone slabs behind the side hall.

But the soil didn't look very good, but she couldn't give up. She removed the stones, dug a lot of soil in a rather wolfish manner, and returned to the room with the basin.

After a simple treatment, Mu Wanwan took a burning grass seed first, and based on her memory, she slowly guided a strand of wood-type spiritual energy from her dantian into the seed.

The seed quickly swallowed the strand of wood-type spiritual energy, and there seemed to be no change in appearance. Mu Wanwan then injected another strand of spiritual energy into it, but the seed still did not change. She was a little anxious, thinking that she would not be able to cultivate even a burning grass, so she was no longer cautious and only injected a strand of spiritual energy, but generously injected a lot of spiritual energy into it.

The seed was like a magic, and it broke through the shell and grew a tender bud in front of her eyes. From a small tender bud, it grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grew into a thin and short... burning grass.

Mu Wanwan stared at the small burning grass in her hand, which cost her about one tenth of her spiritual energy, and fell into deep thought.

This doesn't seem difficult?

She touched the small roots of the small burning grass that had just grown out, which were short, and planted the small burning grass in the pot with satisfaction.

Mu Wanwan took a dirty handkerchief to wipe the wet mud on her hands, and continued to cultivate the burning grass seeds vigorously. This time, she controlled herself and only cultivated the burning grass seeds into seedlings without continuing to supply spiritual energy. She cultivated a total of 18 burning grasses in one breath, and then she felt that her spiritual energy was exhausted and a bit overwhelmed.

Mu Wanwan squatted down and planted the last burning grass. Looking at the burning grass seedlings that occupied most of the pot, she was in a good mood.

In her eyes, these young burning grass seedlings were not young burning grass seedlings, but silver coins stuck in the soil.

Uncle Zong said that twelve pieces of burning grass could be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone, which means that she earned one and a half low-grade spirit stones in one afternoon!

What an exciting thing! Mu Wanwan, who had been spending money since she crossed over and had never earned a copper coin, looked at the pot of young burning grass seedlings with fire in her eyes.

Sure enough, whether in the present or in this world, making money is a happy thing.

Moreover, she didn't notice that she had cultivated eighteen seeds in a row without a single failure. Mu Wanwan was a little dizzy and thought, could this be her golden finger?

So Mu Wanwan rested for a while, sitting cross-legged. She felt that the spiritual energy in her dantian had recovered a little, so she took a first-level green star grass seed to cultivate it.

But this time, until she was exhausted, the seed still did not move, and there was no sign of breaking the shell and sprouting.

Mu Wanwan, full of confidence: "..."

She put away the seeds somewhat resignedly, and moved the burning grass seedlings that she had worked so hard to plant to an empty place in the room, and fetched water to wash the pillow that Mr. Long had soiled. When she was done, it was almost dark.

The rain was getting heavier, and the dark clouds were gathering, and there was no sign of clearing up.

Mu Wanwan looked at the still wet quilt and pillow worriedly, then looked at Mr. Long lying on the bed and the quilt covering him. After thinking for a long time, she decided to make do with it for one more night. She didn't believe it. It rained today, would it rain tomorrow?

Just

make do with two nights, nothing. So at night, Mu Wanwan worked hard to cultivate two more burning grass seeds, then wore the heaviest clothes possible, rested on a pillow made of clothes, and wanted to make do with it for one more night.

But she slept very badly that night and kept dreaming.

What she dreamed about was neither the mobile phone game that she missed so much at the beginning, nor the spiritual stones, but the fake Mr. Long that she saw at noon.

The Mr. Long in the dream felt a little different from the fake Mr. Long. His face was clearer. He looked at her and seemed to be saying something. She asked Mr. Long what his name was. Mr. Long in the dream looked at her and said, "Cold."

Mu Wanwan was a little stunned and asked again, but Mr. Long in the dream seemed impatient. With a snap, he suddenly disappeared like the fake Mr. Long...

She repeated the word Mr. Long said over and over in the dream, "Cold, cold, cold..."

"Yeah, 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 and tried to forget the nonsensical dream just now. She supported her tired body and looked out with expectation.

It was pitch black, but one could hear the sound of big drops of rain hitting the roof.

It was all rain.

Mu Wanwan curled up a little aggrieved, facing the direction of Mr. Long.

There was only very, very dim light in the room. Mu Wanwan had poor night vision and could only see his blurry shadow.

It was really cold, I really wanted to cover myself with a quilt...

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but stretch out her hand towards Mr. Long. She was only about 1.6 meters tall and her arms were not long. She couldn't touch the quilt after touching for a long time, so Mu Wanwan moved inside again, and finally, her fingertips touched the soft quilt.

She followed the edge and put her hand in. In an instant, she felt a warm feeling from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan narrowed her eyes and thought a little self-destructively, anyway, Mr. Long was unconscious now, and she had confirmed that he was not (wow), and there would be no danger. What's wrong with sleeping in the same quilt!

Mu Wanwan refused to admit that she was almost frozen silly.

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 was a little cold tonight even though she wore enough clothes last night.

Mu Wanwan secretly moved towards Mr. Long, and comforted herself that the wedding quilt was bought in a large size, which was enough for two people to sleep in.

Mu Wanwan was totally unaware that she had been desperately looking for countless reasons to sleep with Mr. Long later =_=!!

However, this matter was a little different from what she expected.

She thought Mr. Long was unconscious, but he was not.

Mr. Long was very sensitive to temperature changes, and the effect of the two pieces of ginseng was quite good, so Mr. Long had actually regained consciousness half an hour before Mu Wanwan was awakened by the cold, but because he had consumed too much consciousness before, he did not probe his consciousness, but listened to her quiet breathing while guiltily treating his injuries.

So when the quilt was lifted and Mu Wanwan's hand, with a slight chill, reached into the quilt, Mr. Long felt it immediately. His muscles tensed up almost instantly. Thanks to the ginseng slices, the two fingers on his right hand could move in a small range.

At this moment, his ring finger and little finger were nervously picking at the bed sheet. Thinking of what might happen next, his breathing almost stagnated.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (blushing): "This is too fast. I'm not ready."

Mu Wanwan (shivering): "???"