A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

pain!

The pain of being shattered to pieces!

It felt as if every rib was being crushed, broken, and pierced into the lungs, making it impossible to breathe.

The cold air enveloped her tightly!

"what!"

Wutong screamed and opened her eyes, only to find herself next to a water vat, her head submerged in the water, and still feeling the lingering pain in the back of her neck where she had been forcefully choked!

She stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground, frantically clutching her body, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The events that had happened before slowly surfaced in my mind.

Her best friend, Ruolan, an engineering student, was preparing to go abroad after graduation. The two were saying their goodbyes at the door when a large truck crashed into them...

That was terrifying! Was that car accident a nightmare?

Wait! Where is she now?

Wutong looked up and realized that she was not in her familiar dormitory, nor at the school gate, but sitting on the mud floor of a dilapidated tile-roofed house.

Wutong: "!!!"

Beside her, besides a huge water vat and a rather outdated set of cooking utensils, lay a person.

The man's face was pale, and he was soaking wet, looking like he had drowned.

Wutong recognized her as Ruolan, but her already beautiful face looked even more youthful, and she was thin, as if she had lost four or five years of her life. The clothes she was wearing had also changed to a coarse cloth jacket similar to those worn by people in ancient times.

Wutong looked down at herself. Although she couldn't see her face, she had a similar experience.

"Ruolan! Ruolan, wake up!"

Ruolan groaned and woke up.

The two looked at each other and recognized a fact from each other's trembling pupils.

They time-traveled!

"Sister Ruolan! Sister Wutong! Something terrible has happened!"

The dilapidated old wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and a thin, pale-faced girl ran in in a panic, shouting their names.

Wutong suppressed her surprise and looked at her, pretending to be calm as she asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and she couldn't stop crying: "Your mother...she fell off the dam and died! Go and see her!"

Upon hearing this, both of them gasped simultaneously.

The girl ran out in a hurry after she finished speaking; it's unclear whether she was going to inform others.

Wutong was about to go out and take a look when Ruolan suddenly reached out and grabbed her, glancing at the water vat as if hinting at something.

Wutong immediately understood. The two of them were soaking wet, and most of the water in the vat had been spilled outside.

Even more terrifying was that their faces were somewhat bluish, as if they had drowned.

He was at least fifteen or sixteen years old; it's impossible for him to drown in a water vat. There must be another reason.

What exactly happened here before they traveled through time?

There was no time to think. The two of them quickly went to the next room, found two sets of clean clothes, changed, and then ran out the door.

Before leaving home, Wutong was worried that she wouldn't be able to find the place, but her worries immediately disappeared after she came out.

There were only about ten houses in the village, which was isolated from the world. To the left of the village was a huge dam that towered into the clouds and stretched for thousands of miles without end!

On the slope below the dam, a group of people were gathered, and cries could be heard from time to time.

"Are you going?" Ruolan asked her, turning around.

Wutong nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute: "Go!"

As they ran down to the bottom of the dam, a rough-looking village woman in her thirties spotted them with sharp eyes. She looked extremely shocked, but quickly realized what was happening and waved to them.

"Ruolan, Wutong, hurry! Come here quickly!"

The crowd parted to make way for the two men, who then went inside and saw a woman lying on the ground in the middle, her head bleeding profusely.

The woman's face was black, clearly indicating that she was already dead.

Is this the mother of their bodies?

As Wutong was thinking, Ruolan went in and knelt down beside the woman, weeping bitterly.

How clever... They know each other are from another time, but the villagers don't.

If they discover that the soul inside my body has been replaced, they'll probably arrest me as a monster.

Wutong sighed inwardly and went over to cry as well, but it was really hard to squeeze out tears when facing a dead person who had never spoken.

Just as she was working hard, a series of hoofbeats suddenly sounded at the entrance of the village, neat and rapid.

Everyone looked in that direction, their faces blank.

In the blink of an eye, the herd of horses was already in sight. On horseback were a group of guards in black armor, but the leader was dressed in white, his robes fluttering in the wind like snow in June.

People consciously made way for them, and they passed through without anyone looking back.

As the man passed by Wutong, she saw his profile.

One glance was enough to capture your heart and leave an unforgettable impression.

These people quickly left, speeding along the dam and disappearing into the dense forest.

Wutong murmured, "Who...is he?"

No one could answer that.

An old man speculated, "Such a god-like figure could probably only be the famous King of the Southern Frontier..."

King of Southern Xinjiang?

Wutong wanted to ask more, but the woman who had invited them in earlier squeezed in again and urged, "Stop crying. It's hot these days. Hurry up and take Mother back to bury her, or she'll start to stink."

Everyone's attention returned to the corpse.

Wutong stood up and saw a few pieces of clothing scattered on the top of the dam, and a crushed bamboo basket next to the body.

Did their mother really roll down from there on her own?

She had some doubts in her heart, and then she heard someone calling her name.

"Wutong, wutong..."

Looking down, I saw Ruolan.

“Let’s carry Mother back quickly,” Ruolan said.

Wutong glanced at the woman who was speaking, and then, on a sudden inspiration, she lay down on the corpse and began to cry at the top of her lungs.

"No! I don't believe it! I don't believe Mother is dead! I'm going to find a doctor!"

The woman squatted down and advised her, "Wutong, your father died a long time ago, and the family is dirt poor. They can't afford a single penny, so even if we hire a doctor, we don't have the money to pay him... Besides, your mother is already dead. If we delay any longer, she might start to rot! Listen to your aunt's advice and carry her home quickly."

Aunt.

Wutong didn't know how people here addressed their relatives, but based on the literal meaning, this person should be their mother's sister.

How can you remain so calm after your sister died?

It seems their relationship isn't very good on a regular basis.

Then a burly man urged, "Yes, yes, hurry up and listen to my mother, carry the person away and bury them."

When someone dies, shouldn't a funeral be held? Why keep urging them to be buried?

Wutong felt increasingly strange. She exchanged a glance with Ruolan, wiped away their tears, and one of them lifted her head while the other lifted her feet, carrying her mother, who had died before they even met, back home.

As soon as the body was placed in the yard, my aunt came over and stood outside the door asking them questions.

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