As the sky gets brighter, the sound of roosters crowing outside the hut gradually comes into the room.
Mu Wan'er was upset last night. After thinking about Sister Xu's farmland being usurped by the villagers for a long time, she was still angry. In the middle of the night, I finally fell into a deep sleep, feeling chilled and sleepy.
So she didn't get up as early as usual this morning. When she opened her sleepy eyes, she found that she was alone in the hut.
But she did catch a glimpse of the hot porridge on the table, which was covered with a large bowl to avoid getting cold, as well as her favorite sweet and sour ginger.
Mu Wan'er sat on the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and leaned against the still warm wall, as if she was remembering something.
She raised her small fist and knocked it lightly on her head. Several lines of text displayed in the void appeared in front of her eyes.
[Ding, if you successfully clock in to work early every day, you will get 10 experience points]
[Start scanning host:]
[Physical condition: good]
[Financial status: Returning to poverty]
[Force/mana; fight against the five scum (5/10000)]
[Connections: few (100/10000)]
[Reputation: slightly famous (300/10000)]
[Possess Skills: Funeral Ceremony (Full Level) (10310/10000)]
[System prompt: The host can try to practice additional skills]
In addition to health, Mu Wan'er values more, and the most important thing she cares about is wealth.
Originally, a month ago, when she was doing the funeral for her old sect leader at the Eternal Life Sect, the spiritual stone given by the sect made her rich overnight.
But not to mention what is left now, I am afraid that I will be even poorer than before in Dayi Country.
No matter what happened at that time, there was still a house above my head that could shelter me from the wind and rain, and I still had some copper plates and scattered silver coins on hand.
But before the spirit stones on hand could be warmed up, the hornbill needed one spirit stone every day for food. Then Shenzui was attacked while escorting her. In order to save her life, all the spirit stones were poured into it. into his body.
Mu Wan'er didn't think that spirit stones were more important than Shen Zui's life. On the contrary, to her, even if there were tens of millions of spirit stones, as long as she had them, she would be willing to use them all to save Shen Zui's life.
Just seeing so many spiritual stones and so many shops drifting away like a fleeting cloud, the girl who loves money very much and usually likes to count money and coins was naturally a little disappointed.
The most important thing is that both [Contacts] and [Prestige] have dropped. It can be seen that as long as you leave the Immortal Family on the mountain and don't move around for many days, your favor will weaken.
Slowly, others will forget you, which is really a headache.
Thinking of this, a canary bird quickly jumped in through a small gap in the window. It was small and had a colorful tail.
It has also been looking sick recently. During the day, it will find a quiet place to hide. At night, after Granny Chen is asleep, it will quietly sneak into Shenzui or Mu Wan'er's arms and sleep with its little head buried.
Mu Wan'er stretched out her hand, and the hornbill rested obediently in her palm, with a few dull hairs on its head trembling slightly.
"Rhinoceros, you have been suffering these days. Do you usually have enough to eat?"
The small and cute bird tilted its head. Looking at the master in front of him with dark eyes, he shook his head, and then nodded again.
This kind of performance made Mu Wan'er feel very sad. If it weren't for escorting her, Shen Zui would still be a high-ranking descendant of the Xian family.
Even the spiritual bird in front of him, the hornbill, was not in such a state of desolation. He couldn't even fill his stomach.
Suddenly there was a knock on the wooden door, followed by a familiar voice.
"Wan'er, are you awake? Can I come in?"
"Wait a minute, I'm not dressed yet."
The girl hurriedly asked the hornbill to stand beside her while she hurriedly dressed herself up.
"Okay, come in."
Shen Zui entered the house with some of the cold air outside. The way he dressed now was very different from when he was at Shanmen.
The things he used and wore before were all valuable treasures from the immortal family, collected spiritual energy from heaven and earth, or embroidered clothes sewn by the fairies themselves.
Today, he is dressed simply. If it weren't for his unworldly temperament and extraordinary appearance, squatting on the edge of a field, others would only regard him as an ordinary village man.
When the man saw that the porridge on the table had not been touched, he asked, "Have you just gotten up? Eat some breakfast quickly to avoid getting cold later."
Mu Wan'er shook her head, "Did you know that the hornbill hasn't been eating well recently? It's always hungry."
Shen Zui looked at the person in front of him, then turned to look at the hornbill whose eyes were evasive at this time.
"I know, I have raised it since it was a child, how could I not know its condition."
Mu Wan'er said anxiously: "Then why didn't you tell me?"
Shen Zui took the porridge from the wooden table, sat sideways on the kang, and handed the bowl and chopsticks to Mu Wan'er.
Then he moved the low table at the end of the bed and placed it in the middle. Then he went to get the side dishes.
"Telling you will only make you worried."
"you······"
Mu Wan'er was very angry at Shen Zui's words, "Shen Zui, in fact, apart from me, the hornbill also worked hard to save your life. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find you who was seriously injured at that time."
Shen Zui was helpless, "I know all what you said, but the hornbill has never eaten other food except spiritual stones. Besides, mortal food has thin spiritual energy, which is not conducive to its cultivation and growth at all."
"Then we can't let it starve to death!"
Shen Zui stretched out his hand to signal the girl to calm down, "I've been busy in the fields these days. In addition to helping Grandma Chen collect vegetables, I'm also looking for plants to see if I can come across some spiritual plants."
"Then did you find it?"
Mu Wan'er asked eagerly.
"Of course I found it, otherwise you think how it would have survived this month."
As Shenzui spoke, he took out a green herb from his sleeve. The edges of the leaves were jagged, and lavender flowers bloomed on the top, which were very slender.
"This kind of flower and grass is the least popular fairy grass in the immortal family. Some of the disciples of the outer sect even disdain it. Even if it is thrown on the roadside, no monk will pick it up.
It's all because the spiritual energy contained in it is too thin. As long as you have some fairy money, even if you stay in an inn full of spiritual energy, such as Dongtian Paradise, the effect will be more gratifying than eating a lot of such fairy grass.
However, it may be precisely because of this that the plant in front of me, called "Picao", was able to be brought from the immortal family to this secular world in the face of many obstacles.
But despite this, not many people know its effectiveness. "
After hearing Shenzui's words, Mu Wan'er, who was holding the white porridge but not taking a bite of it, finally felt relieved.
"When the hornbill is not at home during the day, does it just go looking for this herb by itself?"
Shen Zui nodded, "Although I don't have enough to eat, in this environment, that's all I have to do. Fortunately, the grass growing around here is pretty good, but the autumn and winter seasons do affect it.
I think in spring and summer, there will definitely be enough food for the hornbills. "
Mu Wan'er finally put her heart into her stomach and started to eat the white porridge in the bowl. Before she could even take two mouthfuls, she stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the porridge."
Shen Zui knew her intention, he must have had time to dig more. However, no one could change Wan'er's temper, so he just let her go. Letting the rhinoceros follow her, I guess it wouldn't be a big problem.
