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 turned on a lamp and washed and worked in the slightly cold temperature. She

only felt a little cold in the room, but when she came out, she found that it was really cold, and the sky was gloomy. She didn't know if it was going to rain again.

"Mr. Long, I'm leaving." Mu Wanwan packed all her things, walked to the bed, saw that he was sleeping soundly, and lifted the quilt to check his tail, which was normal. After thinking about it, she was still a little worried. After all, she had checked Mr. Long's tail before she left last time, but his tail rotted just a few hours after she left.

She had to be more careful this time. Mu Wanwan thought for a moment, cut a small piece of ginseng to replace the one Mr. Long had used before, tucked in the quilt for him, and promised softly even though she knew he couldn't hear her, "I'll try to come back as soon as possible this time."

Mu Wanwan closed the door, checked several times to see if the gate was locked, and then left with a broken umbrella and a backpack.

Her mood when she left Mr. Long to go to the market to buy things was very different from the last time. Last time she was a little scared, even worried that she would not be able to come back, but this time she was more worried about Mr. Long.

"Madam, are you going to the market?"

Just like last time, Hongye appeared not long after Mu Wanwan walked out, but this time she appeared with a bullock cart.

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

"Okay, ma'am, get in the car." Hongye smiled, "Are we still going to the elf market?"

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

Hongye glanced at the extra packages she had compared to last time, and her heart moved, "Madam, what are these things covered with cloth? Are you going to sell them at the market this time?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, generously lifted the cloth prepared last night, revealing the vegetables inside, and said calmly, "I bought a lot of seeds at the market last time, and I'm going to exchange them for some money this time."

Hongye glanced at the basket, which was filled with vegetables, mostly radishes, but there were also many green vegetables. She soon lost interest, sat in the front and started driving the ox cart. , and threw the veil to Mu Wanwan, with a slightly disdainful tone, "Madam, don't forget to wear your veil. I'm afraid you won't make much money from these vegetables, right? Madam is at least a first-level cultivator. Using spiritual energy to grow these vegetables that mortals eat is really..."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his tone was a little helpless, "The king is now seriously ill. The monthly allowance is not enough for his medicine. It's hard to say. If it weren't for the fact that cultivators can eat one meal at a time, it's not a big deal, maybe I can't even afford the money for vegetable seeds."

"Now I only have two silver coins that can't be absorbed by cultivators. I'm counting on these vegetables to make some money."

"Alas, if it were you, Madam, you shouldn't have bought so much meat and cloth last time." Hongye also believed it. Seeing that Mu Wanwan didn't have much knowledge, she felt that she was living a worse life than her maid. "You might as well use those silver coins to buy some needles and thread, and make some purses and other things to sell." Hongye said, "If a purse is well embroidered, it can be sold for more than ten copper coins."

Mu Wanwan was just listening casually at first, but when she heard more than ten copper coins, she was shocked. Copper coins, she was actually a little interested. "A dozen copper coins?"

Hongye was not a bad person after all, so she was willing to say, "Yes, my sisters and sisters-in-law who have not entered the path of cultivation all use this to supplement the family income. I think it is better than growing vegetables."

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

"Madam, I think it's going to rain soon. I'll go find a place to park the ox cart first. I may have to trouble you to take an umbrella and ride the ox cart later." After chatting along the way, Hongye's attitude towards Mu Wanwan became better, and 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 talked a lot along the way, and she also got to know Hongye a little better. According to Hongye, their family had been very poor since their ancestors. It was unknown whether it was in her generation that the ancestral tombs began to smoke, and she and her brother were lucky enough to embark on the path of cultivation.

And her brother Qingye was even more outstanding, becoming a second-level cultivator before the age of 40. Hongye said angrily at the time that if she hadn't met Bai Shuiyao, the bastard, Qingye wouldn't have been so useless, causing Qingye's mortal wife to have to get up early and work late every day to do embroidery to support her children and husband.

When Mu Wanwan heard this on the road, she was very surprised. She had always thought Qingye was single, but it turned out that he had a wife and children, and he was still forty years old. It was a pity that Bai Shuiyao could do such a thing. Qingye was really a scumbag. He had a wife but still hooked up with other women.

However, in this world, men, especially some powerful men, can have many wives and concubines. Similarly, women are the same. As long as they are strong, they can have many husbands and concubines.

Just like Mr. Long, although I am his first wife, if he wants in the future, he can also marry many women.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth secretly. Anyway, according to the plot, Mr. Long would fall in love with Bai Shuiyao after waking up. She could just leave as soon as possible. What would it matter to her if Mr. Long married more women?

Mu Wanwan even thought a little bit angrily, at most, after Mr. Long abandoned her, she would work hard to cultivate, even if it was by cultivating spiritual plants. By then, she could make a lot of money, and support 17 or 18 mortal men. Wouldn't it be great to have a group of handsome men serving her every day?

Mu Wanwan sulked silently for a while, and only half realized what she was thinking about.

She shook her head helplessly - how could she think of Mr. Long from Qingye? Mr. Long is still just a plant dragon now. He is really wronged. He hasn't even woken up yet, and she began to imagine all the bad dragon behaviors he will do after waking up.

Maybe Mr. Long will not 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 feelings for Mr. Long in her heart. Just like last time, she took the level test, handed in two silver coins, entered the city, and went straight to Zong Shu's shop.

Without the Lan Er siblings to lead the way this time, and carrying something heavy on her back, Mu Wanwan didn't walk very fast, but she came early, and there weren't many people in the market. When she reached the street in front of Uncle Zong's shop, there was almost no one.

"Uncle Zong." Mu Wanwan followed her memory and came to the door of Uncle Zong's shop and knocked on the half-closed door, "Is Uncle Zong in?"

But this time, Uncle Zong's bold voice didn't come from the shop, but a thin female voice, "He's out... cough cough... Is he here to buy something?"

Mu Wanwan immediately thought of the cough 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, the curtain that was covering the room last time was opened. A pale and haggard woman sat on a stool and smiled at her.

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

Brother Lei is the clan uncle?

How did the clan uncle know that I gave the spirit stones to Lan'er and the others...

Mu Wanwan was a little slow to react, a little dazed. Her reaction pleased the haggard woman, and she smiled happily, "Why don't you talk, kid?"

But after she smiled for a while, she began to cough uncontrollably, one cough after another, sounding like she was about to die.

"Are you okay?" Mu Wanwan quickly took down the backpack, and just as she was about to walk over to her to help, she felt her arm being roughly pulled by someone.

"Get out of the way!" Uncle Zong came in from outside with a cold look on his face. He casually put the breakfast he just bought on the table, and walked to the woman in two steps. His big hands gently stroked her arms, and even his voice seemed to turn into water. "Yun'er, I'm back. Don't talk anymore. I'll carry you to the back to rest."

The woman called Yun'er frowned helplessly, cast an apologetic look at Mu Wanwan, and then was carried by Uncle Zong and disappeared behind the curtain.

Mu Wanwan silently picked up the backpack and walked to the side. After waiting for a while, he saw Uncle Zong coming out from behind the curtain with a murderous look on his face. Before Mu Wanwan had time to talk to him, Uncle Zong gave him a cold look.

"Have you cultivated the seeds?" Uncle Zong spoke first in a bad mood.

"I've grown some." Mu Wanwan didn't think his attitude was bad, and said with a smile.

"How many dozens of burning grasses have you grown?" Uncle Zong asked. He gave Mu Wanwan a lot of good seeds out of sympathy last time, but according to his many years of experience, it's not bad for a first-level wood cultivator to grow sixty or seventy burning grasses in ten days

. Even if he used the bag of spiritual soil he gave, he could only grow ten more at most, so Uncle Zong had already determined that it would be good if Mu Wanwan could grow seventy or eighty burning grasses this time.

But when he saw that Mu Wanwan lifted the white cloth on the backpack and spread it on the ground, took down all the vegetables on it, and revealed the burning grass and green star grass hidden in the center of the backpack, he almost dropped his jaw.

"Have you cultivated all these in the past few days?" Uncle Zong was a little bit unbelieving. He glanced at the things in the backpack. There were at least more than a hundred burning grasses, and there were even more than a dozen green star grasses.

"Yes." Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, "There are still some seedlings at home. I was afraid that you would not accept them, so I didn't bring them."

"You didn't lie to me?" Uncle Zong still didn't believe it. "You are a little girl of the first level, how can you cultivate so many?"

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

Uncle Zong picked up a burning grass -

a long green strip, with a little soil on the roots below, but the overall appearance was very good. The other more than a hundred pieces were the same, and it was obvious at a glance that they were from the same person.

His expression was a bit complicated, but when his sight touched the Green Star Grass on one side, it turned into shock.

"You, is this the Green Star Grass you cultivated?" The uncle couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the somewhat full translucent fruit held between the two long leaves of the Green Star Grass, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pluck a small one. Green Star Grass of this quality contains very few impurities, and it is the best choice for nourishing the body. If Yun'er uses this Green Star Grass, will it be better than the spiritual plant he bought at a high price before?

Thinking of this, the uncle felt that he couldn't wait a moment. He held the Green Star Grass fruit, only said to Mu Wanwan, "Wait for me", and hurriedly lifted the curtain and left.

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

What's going on?

She didn't have to wait long before Uncle Zong came back. There was no Green Star Grass fruit in his hand, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, and even his eyes became a little softer, which made Mu Wanwan feel uneasy.

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

"No problem, of course there is no problem with your cultivation." The clan uncle couldn't help but reveal a smile, "You cultivated it very well!"

Mu Wanwan had to smile as well, "Then uncle, do you want to take my Burning Grass and Green Star Grass?"

"Yes! Of course." The clan uncle's eyes were 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, that's sixteen Green Star Grasses, right?"

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

"How about this, I'll give you twenty-five low-grade spirit stones." The clan uncle was very generous.

"Twenty-five?" Mu Wanwan was surprised and delighted at first, and then she had a guess in her mind -

although she was not smart, she was not stupid either. Combined with the performance of her uncle just now, she secretly guessed that it was because the Green Star Grass 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 ask for a lot of money. After all, her uncle was very, very kind. She only said tactfully, "Uncle, can I exchange fifteen low-grade spirit stones for one medium-grade spirit stone?"

The uncle was a little surprised. "You are only at the first level now. The low-grade spirit stones are more than enough for you to absorb. It is not worth it to exchange them for medium-grade spirit stones."

Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly, "My husband was at the fourth level before he was injured ." , I think higher-level spirit stones will do less harm to him."

As soon as she said this, the clan uncle nodded approvingly, "It is better to use higher-level spirit stones for those above level three. The spiritual power of lower-level spirit stones is really not enough. It is better not to absorb such a small amount of spiritual power every time you practice. It is very uncomfortable."

The clan uncle just honestly expressed his feelings, but Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable listening to him.

It is estimated that the clan uncle, who is at level three and almost level four, feels uncomfortable absorbing lower-level spirit stones. Mr. Long, who was once the top strongman in the mainland, must feel even more uncomfortable relying on the little spiritual power she feeds him every day.

"Then I will exchange it for a medium-grade spirit stone and ten low-grade spirit stones." Uncle Zong noticed her change of mood and thought she was worried that he would not exchange it,

so he explained. Mu Wanwan was very grateful to him and thanked him several times.

"I should thank you." Uncle Zong laughed twice, "In the end, I am still taking advantage of you."

He didn't know what was special about Mu Wanwan's spiritual power, but the spiritual plants she cultivated were of excellent quality. After eating the fruit of the Green Star Grass just now, Yun'er's complexion looked much better.

Zongshu's big brown eyes looked at the backpack on the ground, thought for a while, 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 envy, and hesitated, "Zongshu, this Qiankun bag is not cheap, are you really going to give it to me?"

"Well, take it." Zongshu said, "But it's not for free, I'm still waiting for you to bring me spiritual plants next time." Zongshu walked to the two rows of wooden shelves in the store, "To tell you the truth, I gave the green star grass fruit to Yun'er just now, and the effect was very good."

"Plus your high cultivation success rate, I think your spiritual power should be special." Zongshu said, "Don't cultivate burning grass this time, it's a waste of spiritual power, I recommend you a few spiritual plants."

…

Mu Wanwan stayed with Uncle Zong for more than half an hour before leaving. She was carrying a Qiankun bag containing a medium-grade spirit stone, five low-grade spirit stones, twenty silver coins, two packs of first-grade green star grass and first-grade hundred-treasure fruit seeds, a large bag of spirit soil given by Uncle Zong, and a backpack filled with vegetables on her back. She was walking a little unsteadily.

This morning’s harvest was really too much!

She originally thought that she could only exchange for twenty low-grade spirit stones, and even if Uncle Zong lowered the price, she would be good if she could exchange for eighteen. As a result, she now earned a medium-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan couldn’t help but smile. This was her first pot of gold in another world! She left all the spirit stones to Mr. Long, and two more silver coins for her to spend next time. She actually had 18 silver coins in pocket money.

This was a breakthrough from scratch!

Mu Wanwan couldn't control herself. She even wanted to run back immediately to tell Mr. Long that she had made money, and according to what her uncle said, she had some strange wood-type spiritual power, so she would be able to support him in the future.

Maybe, she could try harder, give him an occasional meal, buy him some clothes, and stop being a fruit dragon.

With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan took out the silver coin separately and held it in her palm. She felt that her heart was about to be warmed by the wonderful feeling of making a little money.

Author's words: Mu Wanwan (eyes moist): "It feels damn good to earn money through hard work and raise dragons."