Mu Wanwan circled her fingers around the edge of the veil, her eyes sparkling.

The appearance of the dwarves was slightly different from the descriptions in some books. Their average height was about 1.23 meters, but not all dwarves were green-skinned, strong, and ugly.

Mu Wanwan saw a very cute dwarf girl in a row of male dwarves. Her skin was a little rough, but her face was not ugly. Her cultivation was quite high, and she couldn't guess her level. The

entrance fee to the market jointly opened by the human race and the dwarf race was indeed much more expensive than that of the elves. In the past, the entrance fee for the first-level elf monks was only two silver coins, and when they reached the second level, it was only doubled to four silver coins. Who would have known that, for the human race, the first level required three, the second level required six, and the third level directly soared to one low-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. She had used the last spare spiritual stone on her to bribe Hongye in the morning. She was a little embarrassed. "Can I use silver coins instead?" The person who received her was a young female cultivator from the human race. She raised her eyebrows when she heard this, but still maintained her demeanor. "Sure. Also, do you want to go in and set up a stall? There is an additional fee for setting up a stall based on the items."

Mu Wanwan put the backpack in front of her. "Just some ordinary vegetables and first-level spiritual plants."

The female cultivator glanced at it and her face obviously turned cold. "The entrance fee is fifteen silver coins, and the things in the backpack will cost one silver coin as a stall fee."

"Fifteen?" Mu Wanwan was a little unhappy. Although there is a certain exchange rate for exchanging spirit stones for silver coins, the exchange rate for low-grade spirit stones for silver coins is generally 1:11, and the higher ones are 1:12. She was obviously ripping her off by asking such a high price.

In other words, she was making things difficult for her.

"Fifteen." The female cultivator rolled her eyes at her, obviously impatient.

"According to the ratio, you should only charge me thirteen silver coins." Mu Wanwan endured it and wanted to reason.

"Oh." The female cultivator just raised her eyebrows. "If you don't want to, don't stand here. There are still many people waiting in line behind you."

After listening to her words, Mu Wanwan understood that this female cultivator was probably really unhappy with her. She was a little angry, but the situation was stronger than the person, and she had to go see her uncle, so she didn't continue to argue with her and counted out fifteen silver coins and handed them to her.

"Heh." The female cultivator took the money and waved to signal the people behind her to let her in. When Mu Wanwan was walking away, she heard her laughter, "A third-level cultivator wearing such rustic clothes and selling vegetables? He is probably a useless casual cultivator."

Mu Wanwan held the wooden sign she had just received, and a chill appeared on her lips -

she was indeed a casual cultivator, but she didn't expect these human cultivators to judge her based on her appearance alone. Isn't it too much?

Mu Wanwan pinched her sleeves, feeling a little unhappy. She followed the streets and the information left by her uncle to find the store jointly opened by her uncle and his friends.

The market jointly opened by humans and dwarves was also much more lively. Compared with the market of the elves, there were many more weapon shops, and the owners of the weapon shops were mostly dwarves.

After passing by several weapon shops, Mu Wanwan discovered that these shops also had different levels. Some dwarves dressed as blacksmiths specialized in doing business with mortals, and some shops were larger, mostly displaying items such as flying swords, which should be for serving monks.

Mu Wanwan walked for a while and turned many corners before finally finding the shop jointly opened by her uncle and his friends. It was not as remote as the Elf Market, but the location was not particularly good, and there were not many people.

When she passed by, her uncle was just outside the shop. When he saw her, he greeted her and his eyes lit up.

"Girl, you're here."

The two entered the shop, and the uncle turned on the machine directly and took her into a yard behind the shop.

Aunt Yun and another female orc were sitting on stools, and standing next to them was an orc who was about the same size and strong as Uncle Zong.

"This is my brother for life and death, you can just call him Uncle Chen." The clan uncle introduced with a smile, "This is the talented girl I have been mentioning before."

Mu Wanwan smiled at the beastman and called him Uncle Chen. Seeing that he didn't know how to address her, she thought of the dragon and chick at home waiting for her to feed them, and her heart moved, "Just call me Xiaoqian."

The clan uncle was also a little surprised, "Xiaoqian?"

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, "Well, who is this?"

The female beastman sitting next to Aunt Yun also smiled kindly at her, "Just call me Aunt Hua."

"Aunt Hua."

After a few simple politenesses, Mu Wanwan did not waste any time. Under the expectant but embarrassed gazes of the clan uncle and others, she directly took out the Qiankun bag.

"Aunt Yun, these are the spiritual plants I cultivated for you. I had a small opportunity this time and made a breakthrough in my strength." Mu Wanwan took out the fifteen second-level Green Star Grasses and fifteen second-level Hundred Treasure Fruits that he cultivated for Aunt Yun from his Qiankun bag. Uncle

Zong looked at the spiritual plants that were much better than before, his face flushed with excitement, and he said "good!" several times in a row.

Not only him, but also Uncle Chen, who seemed a little silly before, widened his eyes slightly, with a gleam in his eyes, "Is this the second level? Not the third or fourth level?"

Uncle Zong laughed and patted his shoulder, giving him a mocking look, "Didn't you not believe it before!"

Uncle Chen was a little Embarrassed, "I don't know..."

Aunt Hua was also very happy. She held Aunt Yun's hand, "Yun'er, that's great."

Mu Wanwan touched her face, "Uncle Zong, that elixir..."

Before she finished speaking, Uncle Zong interrupted her. He looked at her seriously with his brown eyes, stretched out his big hand and wiped her face, "Girl, listen to me."

Mu Wanwan thought something was wrong, so she nodded to signal him to continue.

"In fact, no one is omnipotent. Each of us has our own strengths and weaknesses. This is nothing..."

He said, looking at Aunt Yun for help.

Aunt Yun took over the conversation decisively, "Yes, this elixir is not necessary for us. We are already very happy that you can bring so many spiritual plants. You need to take it to heart..."

Mu Wanwan was so amused when she heard this. It turned out that the couple had already prepared for her failure. Even so, they were still willing to let her try. With warm feelings in her heart, Mu Wanwan couldn't bear to watch them continue to comfort her, so she took out the previously packaged elixirs and placed them on the table one by one. With

each bottle she put down, the voices of comfort from the two became weaker. When she placed the twelve bottles of Huiling Pills neatly on the table, the only sounds in the yard were the sound of gasps and the wind.

"There are only twelve bottles of Huiling Pills, and there are three loose pills. I put them in this smaller bottle." Mu Wanwan said, and took out Ningxue Pills. "This bottle contains Ningxue Pills."

"Damn it." Uncle Zong couldn't hold it back any longer. The beast patterns on his face were revealed. They were not the three that Mu Wanwan had seen before, but four and a half bright red marks. "You also refined the Snow Condensation Pill!?"

Mu Wanwan was shocked by the beast patterns on his face, and nodded belatedly, "But I only refined two."

"Two!" Aunt Yun was no longer calm, "Are you talking about two Snow Condensation Pills?"

Mu Wanwan admitted generously, "Yes, first-level ones, Aunt Yun, take a look."

She handed the porcelain white jade bottle to Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun opened the jade bottle carefully with shaking hands, and the strong medicinal fragrance immediately drifted out. She immediately sealed the jade bottle again. Uncle Chen also opened a small bottle of Huiling Pills, sealed it after a while, and showed a hearty smile, "Brother Lei, you finally found a treasure this time."

"This level of Huiling Pills is much better than the usual ones. I suggest pricing it at one and a half medium-grade spirit stones." Uncle Chen resumed his smiling face, "I can feel that the medicinal power inside is very pure, with very few impurities."

Uncle Zong had a complicated expression. He smiled proudly at Uncle Chen, but felt a little pain on his face -

he had just boasted to his buddies yesterday that Mu Wanwan would bring more than a dozen Huiling Pills this time, but not Ningxue Pills.

But when he turned around, he found that Mu Wanwan had brought more than a hundred pills, and Ningxue Pills as well. He felt particularly embarrassed when he saw his friend's smile, which he didn't know whether it was mocking or envious.

But Gao Xing still took the most, and he just lost his composure and exposed his true strength.

Mu Wanwan also noticed it, but she didn't say it. After her strength improved, she guessed that the clan uncle couldn't have only the third level of strength. She guessed the fourth level at that time. Now it seems that the clan uncle should be a strong man from the fourth level to the fifth level.

For a first-level cultivator, a piece of medium-grade spirit stone may be her entire fortune. A second-level cultivator is not rich either, and it is good to have a dozen pieces of medium-grade spirit stones for his entire fortune.

But at the third level, the financial resources have a breakthrough leap, and a third-level cultivator with some accumulation may have one or two treasures.

She had thought that Uncle Zong had shops in two markets and was generous with his gifts, so he should be more than level three. Now it turned out to be true. She couldn't sense Uncle Zong's aura now, so it was probably stronger than the beast pattern showed.

"Xiao Qian, how about you and us split it 20% and 80%?" Uncle Chen said, "You split 80% and we split 20%." Uncle

Zong also reacted, "Yes, although we helped with the sales and provided the materials for the seeds, but that's nothing. I, your uncle, will shamelessly make it 10%, and the remaining 10% is labor fees."

Mu Wanwan did shake her head, "Uncle Zong, seeds are not that easy to get, and selling is not that easy. I think it's still 40% and 60%."

Yun'er glared at her, "What are you talking about?" "The alchemists they have cooperated with before all split it 10% and 90%. 20% and 80% are taking advantage of you. You still want 40% and 60%? Are you stupid?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

It was the first time she saw Aunt Yun so sharp-tongued and energetic. She was speechless for a moment.

Several people argued about the profit sharing issue again, and finally the clan uncle and his men couldn't persuade her, so both sides took a step back and made a 30:70 contract.

The clan uncle calculated the money for the pills she brought this time in advance, and deducted the cost at Mu Wanwan's strong request, and then gave her the spirit stones.

"The spirit stones from the Green Star Grass and Hundred Treasures Fruit offset the cost of the materials this time and last time. One bottle of Huiling Pill earns one and a half medium-grade spirit stones. Your twelve bottles, 70% of which are about 13 medium-grade spirit stones, plus the priceless Ningxue Pill, I will give you a total of 15 medium-grade spirit stones." The clan uncle calculated and handed Mu Wanwan a small cloth bag, "I exchanged some low-grade spirit stones and silver for you. "It will be more convenient for you to use it."

Mu Wanwan was not awkward, and took the heavy bag of spirit stones with a little excitement. She was so excited.

According to the prices here, one low-grade spirit stone is equivalent to about one hundred soft sister coins, and one medium-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for about fifteen low-grade spirit stones. Now, she has earned more than 20,000 yuan at once, right?

Although the value of spirit stones cannot be equated with soft sister coins, and a part of it must be reserved for Mr. Long to absorb, but after calculating it this way, Mu Wanwan felt that she had really become rich.

She felt that the clothes that she had not bought before because they were too expensive, the sweet cakes that she had always wanted to make, and the second, third, and even fourth-level spirit meat could all be arranged.

"Girl." Seeing that she was a little excited, Uncle Zong knocked on her veil, "Don't think this money is a lot."

Mu Wanwan responded to him, her voice a little bit floating.

Uncle Zong sighed, but didn't continue to talk about money. He tapped her wrist and said, "I saw it before. Where did you get this bracelet on your hand?"

Mu Wanwan was tongue-tied for a moment, and she didn't know why, so she said, "My husband gave it to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, her whole face turned red, as if it was burned by fire. It was so hot that she subconsciously looked down at her toes.

How come, just because Mr. Long called her Madam for a few nights, did she really regard him as her husband? They hadn't really talked yet. As soon

as she finished speaking, she saw that Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun's expressions changed a little.

Feeling a little uneasy, Mu Wanwan asked, "Is it, is it something bad?"

Aunt Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing, laughing happily, and a trace of blood color returned to her pale face. "No, no, no, your husband is thoughtful."

He gave her a talisman that her brother Lei had to work hard to break. The value of this amulet is thousands of times more expensive than the few spiritual stones that this silly girl earned from refining pills.

Uncle Zong couldn't help laughing, but he didn't point it out. After all, this might be someone's couple's hobby. "It's a nice little thing, wear it." Mu Wanwan

touched the cool green jade bracelet, and in her mind was Mr. Long's constantly shaking plush ears. Suddenly, she wanted to go back. She started to miss him even though they had only been apart for a long time.

"By the way, girl, didn't you say before that your husband has difficulty in moving?" Uncle Zong said.

Mu Wanwan nodded and heard Uncle Zong say, "I happen to know a dwarf friend who can refine some tools to help walking."

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up. In fact, sometimes she would guess that Mr. Long didn't want to wake up because he couldn't walk, and he wanted to save face and didn't want to lose face. This was exactly what she wanted. If a wheelchair could be made, maybe she could push Mr. Long in the yard to bask in the sun?

"Uncle Zong, thank you for your trouble. I need it."

Uncle Zong was a little embarrassed. "He is a good person. Considering that you are the person I introduced, it should be cheaper."

When he said that, Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. She asked cautiously and tentatively, "Uncle, can I ask how much it costs approximately?"

The uncle touched his chin and said, "If you give me a discount, it will be about seven or eight medium-grade spirit stones."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "The madam calls me husband. Although not in front of me, I still feel it's so sweet!"

Mu Wanwan: "Sure enough, getting rich quickly is an illusion. Spirit stones will never be enough QAQ"