Chapter 37: 37

Twenty-Two Dragons (1)

Because of the harsh conditions of everyday life and the pressure of having to raise a dragon, Mu Wanwan didn’t really feel like resting after eating. She sorted through the things she bought from the market and began calculating massive household expenses and income——

There were only two people in the household now: one human and one dragon.

Her own expenses were actually very little—she only needed to buy some food and vegetables, and had no need for any entertainment. If she just ate regular rice and vegetables and economized, she would merely need one or two gold coins.

But,this wouldn’t do for Mister Long.

First, let’s not mention the fact that he had to absorb one low-grade spirit stone basically every day. The market price of that bag of spiritual grain alone was ten low-grade spirit stones, and the Baizhen fruit that he finished every two days was five low-grade spirit stones for each Grade 2 one. Based on these calculations, Mister Long would need at least a hundred low-grade spirit stones a month.

Yet, it was only the middle of October now; they had just received their monthly budget. That paltry amount was simply not enough, and was already almost all spent.

She had merely made some rough calculations, but Mu Wanwan already felt her head ache.

She took out the seeds she bought from Uncle Zong and counted them. Her eyes lit up; Uncle Zong had given her a total of a hundred and fifty burning grass seeds and thirty Bixing grass seeds.

Moreover, these seeds looked very plump; they were good seeds.　

Mu Wanwan silently gave thanks to Uncle Zong, then took out that dirty bag of soil. When she opened it, she saw that it was a small bag of spiritual soil——

In the original body’s memories, the method by which wood-based cultivators cultivated seeds was actually very simple. Ordinary mortals planted seeds directly into the soil, while cultivators channelled their innate wood spiritual energy into the seeds before burying them in the soil.　　

The more the spiritual energy infused, the higher the rates of growth and successful cultivation. Of course, if the level of spiritual energy was high, or if there was spiritual soil, the success rates and the appearance of the finished products would also be increased further.

It was naturally much easier to successfully cultivate an ungraded plant like burning grass than a Grade 1 Bixing grass.

After some consideration, Mu Wanwan weighed the small bag of spiritual soil in her hand and made a decision——

She was going to use all the spiritual soil on the cultivation of the Bixing grass seeds.

There was very little spiritual soil. Although the success rate of cultivating Bixing grass was very low, the profit to be made was much more than that of burning grass, so she wouldn’t be making a loss to use the soil on them.

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After making up her mind, Mu Wanwan began on the prepwork for the cultivation of the plants without hesitation.

The first step in the cultivation of plants is to have soil. After some thought, Mu Wanwan changed into a set of dirty clothes, then went to the side hall’s kitchen under an umbrella. Fortunately, not only were there plenty of kitchen utensils, but there were also many large pots. She found a medium-sized one, then took a small shovel and started looking for soil.

The only place with soil in Mister Long’s palace is a spot behind the side hall. The other parts of the palace were all pretty good and lavishly furnished, be it the rooms in the main hall or the side hall. However, the items that were relatively valuable had all been taken away by the servants, and the once most exalted palace had now become an abandoned cold palace.

These places had no soil. Mu Wanwan searched for a long time before finally finding a small piece of soil behind the side hall that had not been covered by stone slabs.

But the quality of the soil didn’t look very good. Even so, she didn’t have the luxury to be picky. She cleared away the stones, dug up quite a bit of soil in a somewhat wretched manner, then returned to the room with the pot.　　

After a simple treatment, Mu Wanwan first took a burning grass seed, then, based on her memories, slowly guided a wisp of wood spiritual energy from her dantian and channelled it into the seed.　　

The seed absorbed the trace of wood spiritual energy very quickly. There seemed to be no change in its appearance, and Mu Wanwan channelled another wisp of spiritual energy in. This time, there was still no change in the seed. She became a little anxious and wondered if she wasn’t even capable of cultivating a burning grass seed. She stopped channelling small wisps of spiritual energy so cautiously and poured in a generous amount of it.

As if performing a magic trick, the seed’s shell broke before her eyes and a tender sprout grew out. Then, from a small tender shoot, it rose upwards at a speed that was visible to the naked eye and grew into a thin and short… small burning grass.

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

This didn’t seem to be very difficult?

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

Mu Wanwan took a dirty handkerchief and wiped away the wet mud on her hands, then continued to cultivate the burning grass seeds with gusto. She controlled her spiritual energy this time, and did not continue channelling any more spiritual energy when the seeds became tender shoots. Only when she had cultivated a total of eighteen burning grasses at one go did she feel that she had exhausted her spiritual energy, and it was becoming rather hard to bear.　　

Mu Wanwan squatted to plant the last burning grass. As she looked at the burning grass seedlings that occupied more than half of the pot, her mood was quite good.

In her eyes, these burning grass seedlings were not burning grass seedlings but silver coins that were stuck into the soil.

Uncle Zong had said that twelve burning grasses could be exchanged for one low-grade spirit stone. That was to say, she had earned one and a half low-grade spirit stones in one afternoon!

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