I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Because of the heavy life and the pressure of raising the dragon, Mu Wanwan didn't have any thoughts to rest after eating. She picked up the things he bought from the market and began to calculate the huge family expenses and income...

Now there are only two people in the family, one person, one dragon.

In fact, her own expenses are very small, and she only needs to buy some food and vegetables. There is no entertainment demand. If she only eats mortal rice and vegetables, she can save some a month or even only one or two gold coins.

But Mr. Long can't do it.

Let’s not mention that basically one piece of low-grade spirit stone is absorbed every day. The market price of the bag of spirit rice alone is ten pieces of low-grade spirit stone. In addition, he now eats one piece of Baizhen fruit in two days. The grade is five low-grade spirit stones, so if you count it, a dragon will cost hundreds of low-grade spirit stones a month for Mr. Dragon.

And it's mid-October, they just took the monthly bill, it's just a little bit, it's not enough, and it's almost the same.

After only rough calculations, Mu Wanwan felt that his brain hurts.

She pulled out the seeds she bought from Uncle Zong, counted them, and her eyes brightened. Uncle Zong gave her one hundred and fifty seeds for burning grass. Uncle Zong gave her even the seeds of Bixingcao. She has thirty.

And these seeds all look very plump, they are good seeds.

Mu Wanwan was silently grateful to Uncle Zong, and found the dirty soil again. When he opened it, it was a small bag of spiritual soil...

In the memory of the original body, the method of cultivating seeds for wood monks is actually very simple. Ordinary people plant seeds directly into the soil, while monks use the wood spiritual power in their bodies to channel the seeds to one side, and then bury them in the soil.

The more spiritual power input, the higher the growth rate of the seed and the higher the success rate of cultivation. Of course, if the level of aura is higher, or there is spiritual soil, it can further improve the success rate of some cultivation and the appearance of the finished product.

For plants like Burning Grass that are not up to grade, the success rate of cultivating is naturally much simpler than that of first-tier spiritual plants like Bixing Grass.

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

She intends to use all these spiritual soils to cultivate the seeds of the blue star grass.

There is very little spiritual soil. Although the success rate of cultivating Bixingcao is very low, the income is much larger than that of burning grass. It is not a loss for her to cultivate this way.

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

The first step in preparation for cultivation is to have soil. Mu Wanwan thought about it, changed his dirty clothes, and went to the Piandian kitchen under an umbrella. Fortunately, there are not only a lot of kitchenware but also a lot of big pots in the kitchen. She found a medium-sized one, then took a small shovel and started looking for soil.

In the palace where Mr. Long lives, only the place behind the side hall has soil, and other places are pretty good. Whether it is the rooms in the main hall or the furnishings of the side hall, they are actually quite lavish, but some of them are relatively valuable. They were all taken away by the subordinates, and now the palace that was once the tallest has become an abandoned cold palace.

There was no soil in these places. Mu Wanwan searched for a long time, and finally only found a small piece of soil that was not covered by slabs at the back of the side hall.

But the quality of the soil didn't look very good, and she couldn't dislike it. She removed the stones, dug a lot of soil in embarrassment, and returned to the room with the basin.

After a brief treatment, Mu Wanwan first took a burning grass seed, and based on his memory, slowly guided a trace of wood aura from the dantian and transported it into the seed.

The seed quickly swallowed the trace of wood aura. There seemed to be no change in appearance. Mu Wanwan lost a trace of aura in. This time there was still no change. She was a little anxious, thinking that she wouldn’t be connected. A burning grass can't be cultivated, no longer cautiously, only a trace of aura is sent, but a lot of auras are sent in generously.

The seed was like magic. The shell broke out in front of her and sprouts grew out of a small sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grew into a thin, short... little burning grass.

Mu Wanwan stared at the small burning grass in her hand that had spent about one-tenth of her aura, and fell into deep thought.

This doesn't seem to be difficult?

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

Mu Wanwan took a dirty veil and wiped the wet mud on her hand, and continued to cultivate the burning grass seeds with full energy. She controlled it this time, and only cultivated the burning grass seeds into seedlings and did not continue. After conveying spiritual power, I cultivated a total of eighteen burning grasses in one breath, only to feel that the spiritual power was exhausted, and it was a bit overwhelming.

Mu Wanwan squatted to plant the last burning grass, and looked at the burning grass seedlings occupying more than half of the pot, and he was in a good mood.

In her eyes, these burning grass seedlings are not burning grass seedlings, but silver coins inserted in the soil.

Uncle Zong said that twelve burning grasses can be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone, that is to say, in one afternoon, she earned a half-low-grade spirit stone!

What an exciting thing this is! Mu Wanwan, who has been spending money since the journey and has never earned a copper coin, looked at the pot of burning grass seedlings, and his eyes lit up.

Sure enough, whether it is now or in this world, making money is a joyful thing.

Moreover, she hadn't noticed that she had just cultivated earnestly. She had cultivated eighteen seeds one after another without fail. Mu Wanwan thought a little dizzy, could this be her golden finger?

So Mu Wanwan floated and rested cross-legged for a while, feeling that the aura in the dantian had recovered some, so he took a first-order green star grass seed to cultivate it without any means.

But this time, until she was exhausted, the seed remained motionless, and there was no sign that it was about to break into a bud.

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

She kind of accepted her fate and collected the seeds, then moved the grass-burning seedlings that had been planted so hard to put them away in the empty part of the room, and then fetched water to wash Mr. Long’s soiled pillows. When she was done, the sky was almost dark. Up.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, the dark clouds are closed, and there is no sign of clearing up.

Mu Wanwan looked sadly at the still wet quilt and pillow, and then at Mr. Long lying on the bed and the quilt covering him. After thinking for a long time, she decided to make do with another night tonight. Don’t believe me, it’s raining today, will it rain tomorrow?

It will be only two nights, nothing.

So in the evening, after Mu Wanwan struggled with his old life and cultivated two burning grass seeds, he wore as heavy clothes as possible, pillowed with a pillow made of clothes, and wanted to make do for the night again.

But that night she slept very badly and was dreaming all the time.

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

Mr. Long in the dream felt a little different from the fake Mr. Long. His face was clearer. He looked at her as if he was saying something. In the dream, she asked Mr. Long’s name, and Mr. Long in the dream looked at her, and then Say, "Cold."

Mu Wanwan was a little dazed, and asked again, but the Mr. Long in the dream seemed to be impatient, clicked, like a fake Mr. Long, suddenly disappeared...

In her dream, she read the word Mr. Long said over and over again, "coldly..."

"Well, it's cold." Mu Wanwan opened his eyes abruptly, his hands and feet were frozen a little stiff.

She shook her head and tried to forget the nonsensical dream just now. She held her tired body and looked out expectantly.

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

It's all rain.

Mu Wanwan curled up a little aggrieved, facing Mr. Long's direction.

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

It's so cold, I really want to cover the quilt...

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch Mr. Long's direction. Her current body is just over 1.6 meters, her arms are not long, and she hasn't touched the quilt for a long time, so Mu Wanwan moved in again. Finally, Fingertips touched the soft quilt.

She followed the edge and put her hand in. For a moment, a warm feeling came from her fingertips. Mu Wanwan squinted her eyes, thinking a little bit of self-rejection. Anyway, Mr. Long has no consciousness at all, and she has confirmed him. No (wow...), and there is no danger, so what if you sleep on a bed!

Mu Wanwan refused to admit that he was about to be frozen stupid.

In fact, according to the temperature last night, she would not wake up from the freezing, but it rained suddenly in these two days and the temperature dropped, so that she wore enough clothes last night and it was a bit cold tonight.

Mu Wanwan secretly moved in the direction of Mr. Long, while comforting herself. Anyway, this quilt was bought in a big size, which can sleep two people.

Mu Wanwan did not realize that she had desperately found countless reasons for waiting to sleep with Mr. Long!

It's just that there was a slight difference in this matter from what she expected.

She thought that Mr. Long was unaware, but he was not.

Mr. Long is very sensitive to temperature changes, and the effect of those two pieces of ginseng is not bad, so Mr. Long actually regained consciousness half an hour before Mu Wanwan was awakened from freezing, just because he had consumed too much spiritual knowledge before. , He didn't reveal his spiritual consciousness, but guiltily healed the injuries in his body while listening to her quiet breathing.

So when the quilt was lifted and Mu Wanwan's hand stretched into the quilt with a slight chill, Mr. Long immediately felt his muscles tightened almost instantly, holding the ginseng slices. Fu, the **** of the right hand can move in a small range.

At this moment, his ring finger and little finger were pulling the sheets nervously, thinking of what might happen next time, his breathing was almost stagnant.