I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan woke up early because he was worried about going to the market to sell things.

The sky outside was a bit dark, so she lit a lamp and washed and worked in the cold temperature.

I just felt a little bit cold in the room, but when I walked out, I found that it was really cold, and the sky was gloomy and gloomy. I don't know if it's going to rain again.

"Mr. Long, I'm leaving now." Mu Wanwan packed everything up and walked to the bed to see that he was sleeping smoothly. He lifted the quilt and looked at his no abnormal tail. I felt a little uneasy. After all, she had checked Mr. Long's tail before she left last time, but after she had only been out for a few hours, his tail was rotten.

This time she should pay attention. Mu Wanwan thought about it, cut a small piece of ginseng and replaced the one before Mr. Long, and helped him tuck the quilt. Knowing that he could not hear it, she still made a low promise. Try to come back soon."

Mu Wanwan closed the door and checked whether the courtyard door was locked several times before leaving with the broken umbrella on his back.

She left Mr. Long to go to the market in a different mood this time. Last time she was a little scared and even worried that she would not be able to come back. This time she was worried about Mr. Long more.

"Madam, are you going to the market?"

Like last time, Hongye appeared not long after Mu Wanwan walked out, but this time she showed up with an ox cart.

"Yeah." Mu Wanwan gave Hongye a smile, "I want to go out once today."

"Okay, let's get in the car, madam." Hongye smiled, "Should we go to the fair of the elves?"

"Yes." Mu Wanwan replied. First, he carefully put the basket on his back on the bullock cart, and then he got into the cart.

Hongye caught a glimpse of her more packages than last time, and moved in her heart, "Madam, what are you covered with cloth? Are you going to sell them at the market this time?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, and generously opened the cloth prepared last night, revealing the vegetables inside, and said calmly, "I bought a lot of seeds from the market last time, and this time I will change some money. "

Hongye glanced at the basket, which was full of vegetables, with the most radishes and a lot of greens. He soon lost interest, sat in the front and started to drive the bullock cart, and threw the drapery hat to Mu Wanwan. A little bit of disdain, "Madam, don't forget to wear a drapery hat, and I am afraid that you can't make a lot of money with these vegetables? Madam is also a first-order monk anyway, using aura to grow these mortal vegetables, but it's really..."

Mu Wanwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but her tone was helpless, "The Lord is very sick now, and the monthly monthly bill is not enough for his medicine. It is hard to say, if it is not for the monks to be hungry and full. It’s okay for the meal, maybe I can’t even afford the vegetable seeds.”

"Now there are only two silver coins that can't be absorbed by the monks, and they all count on this vegetable for some money."

"Oh, let me say, Madam, you shouldn't have bought so much meat and cloth last time." Hongye also believed it. Seeing Mu Wanwan's little insight, she felt that her life was not as good as her own maid, "You pay for those silver coins. It's better to buy some needles and thread, make some purses and other things to sell." Hongye said, "If a purse is embroidered well, it will sell for a dozen copper coins."

Mu Wanwan was just listening casually, but when he heard about a dozen copper coins, he was really interested, "A dozen copper coins?"

Hongye’s temperament is not bad at all, and she is willing to say, “Yes, my sisters and sister-in-laws who have not entered the path of spiritual practice are all subsidizing the family in this way. I think it is better than growing vegetables.”

As the two talked, the ox cart gradually moved away from the palace, as it was last time, passing through the barrier, leaving the tyrant's mansion through the side door, and safely all the way to the bazaar.

"Madam, I think it's going to rain this day. I will first find a place to set up the bullock cart. Later, I may have to trouble Mrs. You to take an umbrella and ride in the bullock cart." After chatting along the way, Hongye faces Muwan. Ben's attitude is better, even more respectful than before.

"Then we will see you 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 learned more about Hongye. According to Hongye, their family has been very poor since the ancestors of her generation. I just don’t know if it’s the ancestral grave of her generation. , She and her brother were lucky enough to embark on the road of cultivation.

And his brother Aoba is even more outstanding. He became a second-order monk in less than 40. Hongye said angrily that if he hadn’t met Bai Shuiyao this time, Aoba would not have been so ruined. The mortal wives of Ye's family had to do embroidery every morning to feed their children and husband.

When she heard this time on the road, Mu Wanwan was very surprised. She always thought that Qingye was single, and she had a wife and children, and she was still forty years old. It was really a shame that Bai Shuiyao could get rid of her mouth. That Aoba is really a scumbag, and he hooks up with other women if he has a wife.

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

Just like Mr. Long. Although he is his first wife, he can marry many women back if he wants to.

Thinking of this level, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth secretly. Anyway, after Mr. Long wakes up, she will like Bai Shuiyao according to the plot. She will leave a little bit later. How many more women will Mr. Long marry and her What does it matter?

Mu Wanwan even thought a little outrageously, the big deal, after Mr. Long abandoned her, she worked hard to cultivate, even by cultivating spiritual plants, she would be able to make a lot of money by then and raise seventeen or eight mortal men. Isn't it a euphoria for a group of handsome men to serve themselves every day?

Mu Wanwan was sulking silently, and only after a long time he realized what he was thinking, and shook his head a little helplessly...

How could she think of Mr. Long from Aoba. Mr. Long is still just a plant dragon. He is really wronged to the Pacific Ocean. He hasn't even woken up yet. She began to imagine the various scumbag actions he would take after waking up. Up.

Maybe Mr. Long won't fall in love with Bai Shuiyao without thinking as soon as he wakes up as originally written?

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, didn't think about these completely illusory things, and buried a little complicated feelings for Mr. Long in the bottom of his heart. Like last time, after testing the level, he handed in two silver coins and entered the city. Go straight to Uncle Zong's shop.

This time without the Lan'er brother and sister leading the way, and carrying heavy things on his back, Mu Wanwan was not walking fast, but she came early and there were not many people in the market, so when she walked to the front of Uncle Zong’s shop Almost no one was left in one street.

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

It's just that this time there was no uncle Zong's bold voice from the store. Instead, there was a thin female voice, "He's out...cough cough...Yes, is he here to buy something?"

Mu Wanwan thought of the cough that calmed him down in Uncle Zong's store 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 it. Behind the counter, the curtain that was hidden last time Being lifted away, a pale and haggard woman sat on a stool and gave her a faint smile.

"This is the last time...cough... The little girl that Lei brother said to Lan'er and their spirit stone." The woman looked at Mu Wanwan for a while, and said slowly, her expression was very gentle.

Brother Lei is Uncle Zong?

How did Uncle Zong know that he gave Lan'er their spirit stones...

Mu Wanwan didn't react a little, and was a little dumbfounded. Her reaction pleased the haggard woman. She smiled happily, "You kid, why don't you speak?"

But after she laughed for a while, she started coughing uncontrollably, every single time, it sounded like she was about to breathe.

"Are you okay?" Mu Wanwan quickly took down the back basket, and when he wanted to walk up to her to help, he felt that his arm was being grabbed roughly.

"Get out!" Uncle Zong walked in from the outside with a cold body, put the breakfast that he had just bought on the table, and walked to the woman's side in two steps. A pair of big hands gently stroked her arms and even made a sound. It all seemed to melt into water, "Yun'er, I'm back, don't talk, I will take you to rest later."

The woman named Yun'er frowned helplessly, cast a look at Mu Wanwan apologetically, and was hugged by Uncle Zong and disappeared behind the curtain.

Mu Wanwan silently picked up the back basket and walked to the side. After a while, he saw Uncle Zong walked out from behind the curtain with a full face. Before Mu Wanwan could talk to him, he was stunned by Uncle Zong.

"Cultivated seeds?" Uncle Zong spoke first in an angry tone.

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

"You have cultivated dozens of burning grass?" Uncle Zong asked. He gave Mu Wanwan a lot of good seeds out of sympathy last time, but according to his years of experience, generally a Tier 1 wood monk can cultivate within ten days. Sixty or seventy burning grasses are pretty good.

Even if he used the bag of spiritual soil he gave, he could cultivate more than ten more roots at most, so Uncle Zong had long been determined that Mu Wanwan would be able to cultivate 70 or 80 burning grasses this time.

But when he saw that, Mu Wanwan opened the white cloth on the back basket and spread it on the ground, took down all the vegetables on it, and exposed the burning grass and bixing grass hidden in the center of the back basket, almost dropped his chin.

"These have been cultivated by you in the past few days?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe it. He glanced at the contents in the basket. To be less, there were more than a hundred burning grasses, and there were even more than a dozen blue star grasses.

"Yes." Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, "There are still some seedlings at home. I'm afraid you will not bring them if you don't accept them."

"You didn't lie to me?" Uncle Zong still didn't quite believe it, "You are a first-order little girl, can you cultivate so many?"

Mu Wanwan took Burning Grass and Bixing Grass to the counter with a clear voice, "It's all the seeds and spiritual soil that you gave to Uncle Zong, otherwise I wouldn't have such a high success rate."

Uncle Zong picked up a burning grass...

The long strips are green, and the roots underneath are still a little bit of soil, but the overall appearance is very good, and the other more than 100 roots are also the same. At first glance, they know that they are from the same person.

His expression was a bit complicated, but when his eyes touched the Bixingcao on one side, he was already shocked.

"You, this is the blue star grass you cultivated?" Uncle Zong couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the somewhat full translucent fruit held between the two long leaves of blue star grass and couldn't help it. I stretched out my hand and pulled a small piece down. Like this kind of beautiful blue star grass, it contains few impurities. It is the best choice to nourish the body. If Yun'er uses this blue star grass, will it be more expensive than before. Is Lingzhi bought at a big price better?

Thinking of this level, Uncle Zong felt that he couldn't wait for a moment. He held the green stargrass fruit and only said ‘wait for me’ with Mu Wanwan, and hurriedly opened the curtain and left.

Mu Wanwan: "...?"

what's going on?

She didn't wait long before Uncle Zong came back. She didn't have the blue star grass fruit in her hand, but there was a smile on her face, and even her eyes became a little softer. She looked at Mu Wanwan and felt hairy in her heart. .

"Uncle Zong, what's the matter? Is there a problem with the green star grass I cultivated?" Mu Wanwan said a little nervously, because Uncle Zong's eyes were really scary, and it seemed that he was suddenly replaced by a soul.

"No problem, of course what you cultivated is no problem." Uncle Zong couldn't help showing a smile, "You cultivated very well!"

Mu Wanwan had to follow along with a smile, "Uncle Zong, do you think you can collect my burning grass and Bixing grass?"

"Come! Of course." Uncle Zong's eyes were bright, and his divine sense swept away the things on the table. "One hundred and eight burning grasses, plus the blue star grass I took before, are 16 blue star grasses. ?"

Mu Wanwan was surprised at his speed, and in the bottom of his heart he had a new judgment on the strength of Uncle Zong, "Yes."

"Look like this, I'll give you twenty-five low-grade spirit stones." Uncle Zong was very bold.

"Twenty-five yuan?" Mu Wanwan was surprised and delighted at first, and then he had a guess in his heart...

Although she is not smart, she is not stupid. Combined with the performance of Uncle Zong just now, she secretly guessed whether it was because the green star grass she cultivated was very good and was good to the woman named Yun'er just now.

But she didn't prepare the lion to open his mouth. After all, Uncle Zong is really very kind, and only said euphemistically, "Uncle Zong, can I replace fifteen low-grade spirit stones with a medium-grade spirit stone?"

Uncle Zong was a little surprised, "You are only a Tier 1 now, and the lower-grade spirit stones are completely enough for you to absorb. It is not worth it to change to the middle-grade spirit stones."

Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly, "The one in my family was Tier 4 before he was injured. I think the higher-order Lingshi will hurt him better."

As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong nodded approvingly, "For those above Tier 3, it is better to use higher-level spiritual stones. The spiritual power of lower-grade spiritual stones is really not enough. Every time you practice, you will absorb a little spiritual power. It's better not to absorb it, which is particularly uncomfortable."

Uncle Zong only told his feelings honestly, but Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable listening.

Estimating the strength of Uncle Zong, who is Tier 3 or Tier 4, absorbing the lower-grade spirit stone and still feels aggrieved. Mr. Long, who was once the top powerhouse in the mainland, relied on her to feed so little spiritual power every day. Feel uncomfortable.

"Then I will replace you with a medium-grade spirit stone, and then give you ten lower-grade spirit stones." Uncle Zong noticed the change in her mood, thinking she was worried that she would not change it, and explained.

Mu Wanwan thanked him very much, and even said thank you several times.

"I thank you." Uncle Zong laughed twice, "Speaking of which, I still take advantage of you."

He didn't know what was special about Mu Wanwan's spiritual power, but the spiritual plant she cultivated was very superior, and Yun'er's face looked much better when the fruit of the green star grass just went down.

Uncle Zong's big brown eyes looked at the bag on her floor, thought for a moment, took out a low-grade Qiankun bag from his pocket and handed it to her, "This Qiankun bag is considered a gift."

Mu Wan looked at the Qiankun bag enthusiastically, and hesitated, "Uncle Zong, this Qiankun bag is not cheap, do you really want to give it to me?"

"Well, take it." Uncle Zong said, "But it's not for nothing. I'm still waiting for you to bring Lingzhi to me next time." Uncle Zong walked to the two rows of wooden shelves in the store. To tell you the truth, I used the blue star grass fruit for Yun'er just now, and the effect is very good."

"Plus your high cultivation success rate, I think your spiritual power should be a little special." Uncle Zong said, "Don't cultivate grass burning this time, it wastes spiritual power, I recommend a few spiritual plants to you."

...

Mu Wanwan stayed with Uncle Zong for more than half an hour before leaving, carrying a middle-grade spiritual stone, five lower-grade spiritual stones, twenty silver coins, two packs of first-order green star grass and first-order hundred in his arms. The seeds of precious fruits, a large bag of uncle Zong's gift of the universe bag of spiritual soil, carrying a basket with vegetables on his back, it is a little floating when walking.

The harvest this morning is so much!

She originally thought that she could only exchange for 20 low-grade spirit stones, and even if Uncle Zong kept the price down, she would be able to exchange for 18 dollars. As a result, now he has earned a middle-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help showing a smile, the first pot of gold in another world! All the spirit stones were left to Mr. Long, and two more silver coins were reserved for spending the next time she came in. She actually had eighteen silver coins in pocket money.

This is simply a breakthrough from 0!

Mu Wanwan couldn't help it anymore. She even wanted to rush back immediately and tell Mr. Long that she had made money, and according to her, according to Uncle Zong, she had some peculiar wood spirit powers, which she would be able to raise in the future. It's up to him.

Perhaps, I can work harder to add a meal to him occasionally and buy some clothes to stop him from being a fruit dragon.

With the corners of her lips rising, Mu Wanwan took out the silver coin alone and held it in her palm, feeling that her heart was about to be warmed by the wonderful feeling of making a small amount of money.