I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

anged 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!