CH 139

Sixty-one Dragons (3)

After some back-and-forth on the issue of the profit split, they couldn’t convince Mu Wanwan, and eventually, they compromised and settled on a 30-70 split.

Uncle Zong had already calculated the money for the elixirs she brought this time. At Mu Wanwan’s strong insistence, he deducted the cost price, then handed her the payment.

“The spirit stones for the Bixing Grass and Baizhen Fruit cover the material costs for this time and last time. The profit for each bottle of Spirit Returning Pills is one and a half medium-grade spirit stones. For these twelve bottles, 70% would be approximately thirteen medium-grade spirit stones. Along with the invaluable Condensed Snow Pills, I’ll give you a total of fifteen medium-grade spirit stones,” Uncle Zong elaborated and handed Mu Wanwan a small cloth bag. “I’ve exchanged some low-grade spirit stones and silver coins for you, so it’s more convenient for you to use.”

With some excitement, Mu Wanwan accepted the bag of spirit stones which felt somewhat heavy. Her heart was filled with joy—

According to the local market prices, one low-grade spirit stone was approximately equivalent to 100 RMB, and one medium-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for around 15 low-grade spirit stones. So, doesn’t that mean she just earned over 20,000 RMB all at once?

Although the value of spirit stones could not be directly equated to RMB, and she still needed to set aside a portion of it for Mister Long to absorb, when she calculated it this way, Mu Wanwan felt like she had truly become rich overnight.

She thought about the clothes she had found too expensive to buy before, the sweet pastries she had always wanted to make, and even the spiritual meat of Rank 2, 3, or even 4 creatures. She felt like she could now make plans to buy them all.

“Lassie.” Noticing her excitement, Uncle Zong tapped on her veiled hat. “Don’t think that this is a lot of money.”

Mu Wan Wan responded absentmindedly, her voice sounding somewhat distant.

Uncle Zong sighed and shifted the topic away from money. He pointed at her wrist, “I already noticed this previously. Where did you get this bracelet come from?”

Mu Wanwan blurted without thinking, “My husband gave it to me.”

As soon as she finished, her face flushed instantly. It felt scorching hot as if it were on fire, and she instinctively lowered her head, looking at her toes.

Embarrassed by her slip of the tongue, Mu Wanwan wondered how she could have considered Mister Long her husband just because he had called her “Wife” for a few nights. They hadn’t even had a proper conversation yet.

As her words trailed off, she looked up and noticed a slight change in Uncle Zong and Auntie Yun’s expressions.

Feeling a bit anxious, Mu Wan Wan asked, “I-is it something bad?”

Auntie Yun couldn’t help it and burst out laughing. She laughed so happily that a hint of colour came back to her pale face. “No, no, it’s not anything bad at all. Your husband really cares about you.”

The bracelet was a protective amulet that even her Lei had to spend a lot of effort to be able to break. Its value was worth thousands of times more than the few spiritual stones this silly girl had earned by working so hard to refine elixirs.

Uncle Zong also couldn’t help but chuckle, but he decided not to reveal the truth about the bracelet to Mu Wanwan. After all, this was part of the love between them husband and wife, “It’s a nice little trinket. Wear it.”

Mu Wanwan caressed the cool jade bracelet, and the image of Mister Long’s trembling furry ears came to mind. Suddenly, she felt a strong desire to go home. Even though they had only been apart for half a day, she was already missing him.

“By the way, lassie, didn’t you mention that your husband has difficulty moving?” asked Uncle Zong.

Mu Wanwan nodded and heard Uncle Zong say, “I happen to know a dwarf friend who can craft him some mobility aids.”

Mu Wanwan’s eyes lit up. In fact, she sometimes wondered if the reason Mister Long didn’t want to wake up was because he couldn’t walk and didn’t want to appear helpless. This was just what she wanted. If she could obtain a wheelchair, perhaps she could push Mister Long to bask in the sun in the courtyard.

“Uncle Zong, thank you for thinking of that. I really need it,” she replied gratefully.

Uncle Zong felt a bit embarrassed. “He’s a good person, and since you were introduced by me, he’d probably give you a discount,” he said.

Upon hearing his words, Mu Wanwan’s heart skipped a beat. She asked tentatively, “Uncle Zong, may I ask how much it would cost approximately?”

Uncle Zong rubbed his chin. “If there’s a discount, it would probably be around seven or eight medium-grade spirit stones,” he replied.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

The author has something to say:

Mister Long, “My wife as called me her husband. Even though it wasn’t in my presence, it still feels so sweet!”

Mu Wanwan, “Sure enough, I was mistaken to feel like I’ve become rich overnight. There’s never enough spirit stones to use QAQ”