Chapter 28
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Eighteen Dragons (1)
As it turned out, Mu Wanwan’s act of pushing her luck did not incur Uncle Zong’s disgust. Although he disliked it very much, he still took the half packet of seeds from Mu Wanwan seriously. After just one sweeping glance, he said, “These are ordinary vegetable seeds.”
Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and took back the seeds. She knew that Ao Qin wouldn’t have given her anything good. However, having some vegetable seeds wasn’t bad either; she could grow some vegetables in the courtyard later.
“Senior, I wonder if you have any seeds of plants with more ample amounts of spiritual energy that can be used to nourish the body?” asked Mu Wanwan. Actually, she wanted to buy Mister Long some medicine that could be used to nourish his body, but she probably couldn’t afford something like that, so she might as well see if there were any seeds she could get first.
After she said this, she could clearly feel Uncle Zong’s gaze soften, but his tone was still very hard, “You probably will be able to cultivate Grade 1 Bixing grass. This stuff is difficult to grow, but its nourishing effects are passable. They are also expensive, one Bixing grass seed costs five copper coins.”
Probably because he thought she had something in common with himself, Uncle Zong said after a moment’s thought, “If you manage to cultivate Grade 1 Bixing grass successfully, you can bring it here to me to exchange them for spirit stones. I will give you one low-grade spirit stone for four Bixing grasses.”
Hearing this, Mu Wanwan’s eyes brightened. If so, cultivating Bixing grass was more profitable than burning grass. Moreover, it could also be used to nourish Mister Long’s body.
She took out her somewhat worn little pouch, and began counting the spirit stones inside——
Originally, the monthly allowance was one middle-grade spirit stone and three silver coins, but Fuliu had siphoned some. After giving Hong Ye a low-grade spirit stone, and using one on Mister Long, there were eight left. As for silver coins, one was spent on the entrance fee and two on vegetables; they were all used up.
Because spirit stones were relatively rare, one low-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for twelve to fifteen silver coins. She could come out once every ten days; buying one low-grade spirit stone’s worth of burning grass seeds would be enough.
But one silver coin could only get her two Bixing grass seeds… and the spirit stones were also needed to treat Mister Long’s wounds.
After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth and decided to buy another low-grade spirit stone’s worth of Bixing grass seeds in the end. If she managed to cultivate them successfully, they could be used for making money or for Mister Long to eat—it would be good either way.
“Senior, I would like to get a low-grade spirit stone’s worth of burning grass seeds, and another low-grade spirit stone’s worth of Bixing grass seeds.”
Uncle Zong’s large hand received the two low-grade spirit stones. He went to the side, picked out the equivalent number of seeds, and handed them to her.
“Thank you, Senior.” Mu Wanwan received the two bags of seeds that weren’t really heavy, carefully put them away, and got ready to head off to the pharmacy.
“Little girl, wait.” Seeing that she was about to leave, Uncle Zong couldn’t keep himself from taking out a somewhat dusty little bag from behind the counter, then handed it to her. “When planting, sprinkle this soil on top of the ordinary soil, it can help increase the success rates a little.”
Mu Wanwan was overcome with unexpected joy; she received the somewhat dirty bag of soil and thanked Uncle Zong profusely.
“It’s nothing. We all have our difficulties.” Uncle Zong seemed to be thinking about something, and his tone had become somewhat melancholic.
Mu Wanwan guessed that it had something to do with the person behind the curtain, but she had the good sense not to ask anymore, and only thanked him a few more times before leaving with Lan’er and her brother.
When they left the shop, Feng handed the basket of vegetables he was carrying to Mu Wanwan.
“The basket is also for you.” Feng pursed his lips slightly and shifted his gaze with a slight inclination of his head, “I still have many more at home, and this basket is only worth one or two copper coins.”
He had said all this in a cold voice, and Mu Wanwan didn’t refuse his goodwill. When she caught a glimpse of Lan’er’s loose hood, she was struck with an idea.
“Thank you, then.” Mu Wanwan received the hefty basket with one hand, and touched Lan’er’s head with the other, quietly slipping a low-grade spirit stone in her hood.
She did it quite stealthily, and Feng did not notice. Lan’er, who had felt the weight in her hood, looked up at her in puzzlement.
Mu Wanwan patted her head and waved, “Thanks a lot for today, goodbye.”
It wasn’t that she was a very generous person, but if it wasn’t for Feng’s introduction this time, even if she were able to find someone who sold burning grass seeds, the prices would never be so cheap, let alone being able to buy Bixing grass seeds.
Even though Feng and Lan’er had brought her there willingly, she couldn’t take it all for granted.
Using one low-grade spirit stone to pay back the karma of this introduction was well worth it.
Carrying the basket on her back, Mu Wanwan was in a very good mood——
It had been a fruitful day. Next, she would go to a pharmacy she had passed by earlier to take a look, ah yes, and also take a look at the prices of clothes along the way—after thinking about it, she thought it was necessary to buy some clothes for Mister Long.
The only things in the cupboard at home were the quilts and clothes that she had brought with her; Mister Long’s possessions were so few, it was pathetic. It was said that all dragons were obsessed with wealth and loved shiny golden things, but the most valuable thing in Mister Long’s bedchamber was that bed!!
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Eighteen Dragons (1)
As it turned out, Mu Wanwan’s act of pushing her luck did not incur Uncle Zong’s disgust. Although he disliked it very much, he still took the half packet of seeds from Mu Wanwan seriously. After just one sweeping glance, he said, “These are ordinary vegetable seeds.”
Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and took back the seeds. She knew that Ao Qin wouldn’t have given her anything good. However, having some vegetable seeds wasn’t bad either; she could grow some vegetables in the courtyard later.
“Senior, I wonder if you have any seeds of plants with more ample amounts of spiritual energy that can be used to nourish the body?” asked Mu Wanwan. Actually, she wanted to buy Mister Long some medicine that could be used to nourish his body, but she probably couldn’t afford something like that, so she might as well see if there were any seeds she could get first.
After she said this, she could clearly feel Uncle Zong’s gaze soften, but his tone was still very hard, “You probably will be able to cultivate Grade 1 Bixing grass. This stuff is difficult to grow, but its nourishing effects are passable. They are also expensive, one Bixing grass seed costs five copper coins.”
Probably because he thought she had something in common with himself, Uncle Zong said after a moment’s thought, “If you manage to cultivate Grade 1 Bixing grass successfully, you can bring it here to me to exchange them for spirit stones. I will give you one low-grade spirit stone for four Bixing grasses.”
Hearing this, Mu Wanwan’s eyes brightened. If so, cultivating Bixing grass was more profitable than burning grass. Moreover, it could also be used to nourish Mister Long’s body.
She took out her somewhat worn little pouch, and began counting the spirit stones inside——
Originally, the monthly allowance was one middle-grade spirit stone and three silver coins, but Fuliu had siphoned some. After giving Hong Ye a low-grade spirit stone, and using one on Mister Long, there were eight left. As for silver coins, one was spent on the entrance fee and two on vegetables; they were all used up.
Because spirit stones were relatively rare, one low-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for twelve to fifteen silver coins. She could come out once every ten days; buying one low-grade spirit stone’s worth of burning grass seeds would be enough.
But one silver coin could only get her two Bixing grass seeds… and the spirit stones were also needed to treat Mister Long’s wounds.
After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth and decided to buy another low-grade spirit stone’s worth of Bixing grass seeds in the end. If she managed to cultivate them successfully, they could be used for making money or for Mister Long to eat—it would be good either way.
“Senior, I would like to get a low-grade spirit stone’s worth of burning grass seeds, and another low-grade spirit stone’s worth of Bixing grass seeds.”
Uncle Zong’s large hand received the two low-grade spirit stones. He went to the side, picked out the equivalent number of seeds, and handed them to her.
“Thank you, Senior.” Mu Wanwan received the two bags of seeds that weren’t really heavy, carefully put them away, and got ready to head off to the pharmacy.
“Little girl, wait.” Seeing that she was about to leave, Uncle Zong couldn’t keep himself from taking out a somewhat dusty little bag from behind the counter, then handed it to her. “When planting, sprinkle this soil on top of the ordinary soil, it can help increase the success rates a little.”
Mu Wanwan was overcome with unexpected joy; she received the somewhat dirty bag of soil and thanked Uncle Zong profusely.
“It’s nothing. We all have our difficulties.” Uncle Zong seemed to be thinking about something, and his tone had become somewhat melancholic.
Mu Wanwan guessed that it had something to do with the person behind the curtain, but she had the good sense not to ask anymore, and only thanked him a few more times before leaving with Lan’er and her brother.
When they left the shop, Feng handed the basket of vegetables he was carrying to Mu Wanwan.
“The basket is also for you.” Feng pursed his lips slightly and shifted his gaze with a slight inclination of his head, “I still have many more at home, and this basket is only worth one or two copper coins.”
He had said all this in a cold voice, and Mu Wanwan didn’t refuse his goodwill. When she caught a glimpse of Lan’er’s loose hood, she was struck with an idea.
“Thank you, then.” Mu Wanwan received the hefty basket with one hand, and touched Lan’er’s head with the other, quietly slipping a low-grade spirit stone in her hood.
She did it quite stealthily, and Feng did not notice. Lan’er, who had felt the weight in her hood, looked up at her in puzzlement.
Mu Wanwan patted her head and waved, “Thanks a lot for today, goodbye.”
It wasn’t that she was a very generous person, but if it wasn’t for Feng’s introduction this time, even if she were able to find someone who sold burning grass seeds, the prices would never be so cheap, let alone being able to buy Bixing grass seeds.
Even though Feng and Lan’er had brought her there willingly, she couldn’t take it all for granted.
Using one low-grade spirit stone to pay back the karma of this introduction was well worth it.
Carrying the basket on her back, Mu Wanwan was in a very good mood——
It had been a fruitful day. Next, she would go to a pharmacy she had passed by earlier to take a look, ah yes, and also take a look at the prices of clothes along the way—after thinking about it, she thought it was necessary to buy some clothes for Mister Long.
The only things in the cupboard at home were the quilts and clothes that she had brought with her; Mister Long’s possessions were so few, it was pathetic. It was said that all dragons were obsessed with wealth and loved shiny golden things, but the most valuable thing in Mister Long’s bedchamber was that bed!!
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Eighteen Dragons 1As it turned out, Mu Wanwan's act of pushing her luck did not incur Uncle Zong's disgust. Although he disliked it very much, he still took the half packet of seeds from Mu Wanwan seriously. After just one sweeping glance, he said, These are ordinary vegetable seeds.Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and took back the seeds. She knew that Ao Qin wouldn't have given her anything good. However, having some vegetable seeds wasn't bad either; she could grow some vegetables in the courtyard later.Senior, I wonder if you have any seeds of plants with more ample amounts of spiritual energy that can be used to nourish the body? asked Mu Wanwan. Actually, she wanted to buy Mister Long some medicine that could be used to nourish his body, but she probably couldn't afford something like that, so she might as well see if there were any seeds she could get first.After she said this, she could clearly feel Uncle Zong's gaze soften, but his tone was still very hard, You probably will be able to cultivate Grade 1 Bixing grass. This stuff is difficult to grow, but its nourishing effects are passable. They are also expensive, one Bixing grass seed costs five copper coins.Probably because he thought she had something in common with himself, Uncle Zong said after a moment's thought, If you manage to cultivate Grade 1 Bixing grass successfully, you can bring it here to me to exchange them for spirit stones. I will give you one low-grade spirit stone for four Bixing grasses.Hearing this, Mu Wanwan's eyes brightened. If so, cultivating Bixing grass was more profitable than burning grass. Moreover, it could also be used to nourish Mister Long's body.She took out her somewhat worn little pouch, and began counting the spirit stones insideOriginally, the monthly allowance was one middle-grade spirit stone and three silver coins, but Fuliu had siphoned some. After giving Hong Ye a low-grade spirit stone, and using one on Mister Long, there were eight left. As for silver coins, one was spent on the entrance fee and two on vegetables; they were all used up.Because spirit stones were relatively rare, one low-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for twelve to fifteen silver coins. She could come out once every ten days; buying one low-grade spirit stone's worth of burning grass seeds would be enough.But one silver coin could only get her two Bixing grass seeds and the spirit stones were also needed to treat Mister Long's wounds.After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth and decided to buy another low-grade spirit stone's worth of Bixing grass seeds in the end. If she managed to cultivate them successfully, they could be used for making money or for Mister Long to eatit would be good either way.Senior, I would like to get a low-grade spirit stone's worth of burning grass seeds, and another low-grade spirit stone's worth of Bixing grass seeds.Uncle Zong's large hand received the two low-grade spirit stones. He went to the side, picked out the equivalent number of seeds, and handed them to her.Thank you, Senior. Mu Wanwan received the two bags of seeds that weren't really heavy, carefully put them away, and got ready to head off to the pharmacy.Little girl, wait. Seeing that she was about to leave, Uncle Zong couldn't keep himself from taking out a somewhat dusty little bag from behind the counter, then handed it to her. When planting, sprinkle this soil on top of the ordinary soil, it can help increase the success rates a little.Mu Wanwan was overcome with unexpected joy; she received the somewhat dirty bag of soil and thanked Uncle Zong profusely.It's nothing. We all have our difficulties. Uncle Zong seemed to be thinking about something, and his tone had become somewhat melancholic.Mu Wanwan guessed that it had something to do with the person behind the curtain, but she had the good sense not to ask anymore, and only thanked him a few more times before leaving with Lan'er and her brother.When they left the shop, Feng handed the basket of vegetables he was carrying to Mu Wanwan.The basket is also for you. Feng pursed his lips slightly and shifted his gaze with a slight inclination of his head, I still have many more at home, and this basket is only worth one or two copper coins.He had said all this in a cold voice, and Mu Wanwan didn't refuse his goodwill. When she caught a glimpse of Lan'er's loose hood, she was struck with an idea.Thank you, then. Mu Wanwan received the hefty basket with one hand, and touched Lan'er's head with the other, quietly slipping a low-grade spirit stone in her hood.She did it quite stealthily, and Feng did not notice. Lan'er, who had felt the weight in her hood, looked up at her in puzzlement.Mu Wanwan patted her head and waved, Thanks a lot for today, goodbye.It wasn't that she was a very generous person, but if it wasn't for Feng's introduction this time, even if she were able to find someone who sold burning grass seeds, the prices would never be so cheap, let alone being able to buy Bixing grass seeds.Even though Feng and Lan'er had brought her there willingly, she couldn't take it all for granted.Using one low-grade spirit stone to pay back the karma of this introduction was well worth it.Carrying the basket on her back, Mu Wanwan was in a very good moodIt had been a fruitful day. Next, she would go to a pharmacy she had passed by earlier to take a look, ah yes, and also take a look at the prices of clothes along the wayafter thinking about it, she thought it was necessary to buy some clothes for Mister Long.The only things in the cupboard at home were the quilts and clothes that she had brought with her; Mister Long's possessions were so few, it was pathetic. It was said that all dragons were obsessed with wealth and loved shiny golden things, but the most valuable thing in Mister Long's bedchamber was that bed!!Join our Discord server for the latest news and announcement.
