I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 46
Twenty-six Dragons (2)
However, in this world, men, especially powerful men, could have many wives and concubines. Similarly, women were the same; as long as they were strong, they could have many husbands and lovers.
Take Mister Long, for example. Although she was his first wife, if he wanted to in the future, he could also marry a lot of women.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little unhappy and gritted her teeth secretly. Anyway, after Mister Long wakes up, he would fall for Bai Shuiyao as per the plot, and she would leave happily then. What did it matter to her many more women Mister Long married?
Mu Wanwan even thought a little huffily, at the most, after Mister Long abandoned her, she would work hard on her cultivation. Even if she had to rely on nurturing spiritual plants, she would also be able to make a lot of money then, and keep seventeen or eighteen mortal men. Wouldn’t it be bliss to be served by a crowd of handsome men every day?
Mu Wanwan sulked silently, and only realised what she was thinking about after a long time. She shook her head a little helplessly——
How did she go from Qing Ye to thinking about Mister Long? Mister Long was still just a comatose dragon, she was really wronging him. He wasn’t even awake, and she was already beginning to imagine the various scumbag actions he would be taking after waking up.
Perhaps, Mister Long might not fall in love with Bai Shuiyao mindlessly as soon as he woke up as originally written?
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and stopped entertaining these entirely illusory thoughts. She buried those somewhat complicated feelings for Mister Long at the bottom of his heart. Like last time, after assessing her cultivation levels and handing in two silver coins, she entered the city, then headed straight to Uncle Zong’s shop.
Without Lan’er and her brother leading the way this time, and because she was carrying a somewhat heavy load, Mu Wanwan’s speed was not fast. But she was early, and there weren’t many people in the market in the first place, so by the time she got to the street in front of Uncle Zong’s shop, there was almost no one around anymore.
“Uncle Zong.” Mu Wanwan searched her memory and came to the entrance of Uncle Zong’s shop. She knocked on the half-opened door, “Uncle Zong, are you there?”
Only Uncle Zong’s forthright voice did not come from the shop this time. Instead, came a weak female voice, “He’s gone out… cough cough… are, are you here to buy something?”
Mu Wanwan thought instantly of the coughing that had immediately calmed Uncle Zong down the last time she was in Uncle Zong’s store. “Yes, hello, may I come in?”
“Mhm, come… come in.” The woman’s voice was very soft. After obtaining her permission, Mu Wanwan walked in. And as soon as she entered, she noticed that the curtain behind the counter that was down the last time was now drawn. A pale and haggard woman sat on a stool and gave her a faint smile.
“You are… cough… the girl Brother Lei said gave Lan’er and her brother a spirit stone last time, right?” The woman looked at Mu Wanwan for a moment and said slowly with a gentle expression.
Was Brother Lei Uncle Zong?
How did Uncle Zong know that she gave Lan’er a spirit stone…?
Mu Wanwan was a little dumbfounded and didn’t respond immediately. Her reaction amused the haggard woman, and she laughed happily, “This child, why are you not talking anymore?”
But she only laughed for a while before starting to cough uncontrollably. Each cough sounded like she was about the pass out from the lack of breath.
“Are you okay?” Mu Wanwan hurriedly set her basket down and was just about to go to her side to help when she felt her arm being roughly pulled.
“Get out of the way!” Uncle Zong stormed in coldly from outside. He set the breakfast he bought on the table thoughtlessly and reached the woman’s side in two steps. A large pair of hands caressed her arms gently, and even his voice seemed to have melted into water, “Yun’er, I’m back. Don’t talk anymore, I’ll carry you to the back to rest.”
The woman named Yun’er frowned helplessly and cast Mu Wanwan an apologetic look, then disappeared behind the curtain in Uncle Zong’s arms.
Mu Wanwan silently picked up her basket and walked to the side. After a while, she saw Uncle Zong walk out from behind the curtain with a furious expression. Before Mu Wanwan could say anything to him, Uncle Zong shot her an impatient look.
“Managed to cultivate the seeds?” Uncle Zong spoke first in an unpleasant tone.
“I cultivated some.” Mu Wanwan, however, did not think that his attitude was bad, and replied with a smile.
“How many dozens of burning grass have you cultivated?” asked Uncle Zong. He had given Mu Wanwan quite a lot of good seeds last time out of sympathy, but according to his years of experience, it was already considered pretty good for an average Rank 1 wood cultivator to be able to cultivate sixty to seventy stalks of burning grass within ten days.
Even with the bag of spiritual soil he gave, there would be ten more stalks at the most, so Uncle Zong had long determined that it was already very good if Mu Wanwan was able to cultivate seventy to eighty stalks of burning grass this time.
But when he saw Mu Wanwan lift the white cloth covering her basket, spread it on the ground, then placed all the vegetables on it to reveal the burning grass and Bixing grass hidden in the centre of the basket, his jaw almost hit the floor in shock.
“You cultivated all these in the past few days?” Uncle Zong was in disbelief. He swept his eyes over the contents in the basket; there were at least more than a hundred stalks of burning grass, and actually even more than a dozen Bixing grass plants.
“Yes.” Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, “I still have some seedlings at home, but I was afraid you wouldn’t accept those, so I didn’t bring them.”
“You’re not lying to me, right?” Uncle Zong still couldn’t quite believe it. “How was a Rank 1 lass like you able to cultivate so many?”
Mu Wanwan brought the burning grass and Bixing grass to the counter and said in a clear voice, “It’s all due to the good seeds and spiritual soil you gave me, Uncle Zong. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had such high success rates.”
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