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

The sound was not very clear, so she had to strain her ears and concentrate all her attention on listening.

"Why haven't we reached southern Xinjiang yet? We're getting so bored staying on the ship all day."

"Keep dreaming. It will take at least half a month to get to southern Xinjiang."

"Ugh, this is so hard to endure..."

"Just bear with it a little longer. Once we get there, we can sell these people and then we'll have the money to live a carefree life."

Southern Xinjiang...

Wutong withdrew its ears and lowered its head in thought.

Why is it this place again?

Their destination was southern Xinjiang, so where did Zhoujia Village, where they had stayed before, belong?

The new world was bewildering, and Wutong discovered that the road ahead was far more difficult than she had predicted.

The place she was sold to by human traffickers was no good place; she had to escape!

Wutong checked her own body in the dark.

The fact that she was unconscious for so long actually helped her regain a lot of strength. She bled a little from the back of her head, but the injury wasn't serious.

The bundle she carried out of Zhoujia Village had disappeared; it was probably taken by those people. Apart from her shabby clothes, all she had left was the short dagger hidden in her belt.

A short dagger, a wooden cabin... If she breaks through the cabin, wouldn't she be able to escape?

Wutong reached for her belt, but before she even touched it, she realized that this method was not feasible.

Not to mention that she doesn't know how many people are outside, or whether she will be caught if she escapes, even if she successfully breaches the ship, she may not have anywhere to escape to.

The boat is in the water!

A large ship that can carry so many people certainly wouldn't go to any streams or rivers. What if she leaned out and all she could see was water?

She can swim, but she's not a fish.

We still need to think of another way...

Wutong withdrew her hand and looked at the people next to her, trying to find some help.

The ship encountered a large wave and rocked violently. A faint light shone through the crack in the wooden cabin door, illuminating a round, shiny object.

Wutong: "!!!"

What is that?

Just as she was about to get up to look, the boat reversed again, the light disappeared, and the round thing vanished.

Wutong climbed in the dark, feeling his way around for a long time, only to find his hands covered in the smell of sweat.

After a while, a noise was heard outside the cabin door.

Someone's coming!

Wutong immediately bent down, burying her head behind the others, trying to minimize her presence, and kept a close eye on the other side without daring to breathe.

The hatch creaked open, and countless rays of light shone in, so bright they made it hard to open one's eyes.

"Time to eat, time to eat, you bunch of good-for-nothings... lying around all day doing nothing, but you should at least eat on time."

A man with a pointed face and monkey-like features walked in, carrying a bucket. He started taking steamed buns out of the bucket and throwing them into the cabin.

Wutong recognized him as one of the two people she had asked for directions from.

They really tricked her terribly!

They should have arrived in the city by now!

She clenched her fists tightly to avoid impulsively rushing forward and taking someone down with her.

Using the light that shone in, Wutong looked to her left, where the round object had appeared.

Amidst a chaotic mass of people writhing and struggling for food, a monk with thick eyebrows and large eyes sat calmly and motionless.

He closed his eyes and chanted scriptures in a low voice. A red mole between his eyebrows made people completely ignore his tattered monk's robe and the filthy surroundings. All attention was drawn to his face.

Thin lips, flawless skin, and a delicate, straight nose.

Such facial features should have made him appear gentle and feminine, but because of his two sharp and stern eyebrows, he was transformed into an otherworldly and handsome man.

The red mole between his eyebrows added to his sacred aura.

Wutong took a breath, grabbed two steamed buns, and squeezed next to him.

It's not just because he's good-looking; someone who can remain unaffected in such a chaotic environment must be very capable.

Why was he also arrested and brought here?

He must have wanted to escape too.

"Here, have some steamed buns..." Wutong handed him the life-saving rations, her expression quite ingratiating.

To everyone's surprise, the monk didn't even glance at it, not even blinking, and continued chanting his sutras.

Wutong thought he hadn't heard her, so she gently nudged him: "Master?"

The monk frowned, moved away from her, and continued chanting sutras towards the wood.

I go……

Wutong finally understood that he didn't want to talk to her at all.

She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you? Have I offended you?"

The monk still did not respond.

Wutong picked up the steamed bun in her hand and shook it: "These are the last two steamed buns. If you don't eat them, there won't be any left."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark hand reached out, and Wutong felt a cool breeze blow past; only one steamed bun remained.

"...Who did this? Give me back my steamed bun!"

Stealing people's food and taking their lives, do you have any conscience at all?

She flew into a rage, aimed at his face, lunged forward to snatch it, and a fight broke out between them.

The slave trader distributing steamed buns picked up a wooden bucket, banged it on the cabin, and shouted, "A bunch of blind bastards! Behave yourselves! If you make any more noise, nobody's getting dinner!"

Wutong was no match for the man in terms of physical strength. She tried to snatch the steamed bun for a long time but failed. Instead, the man pulled out a strand of her hair.

Fortunately, the man did not discover that she was a woman.

She was worried that her only steamed bun would be taken away, so she reluctantly retreated and curled up in a corner.

The cabin door closed, and the cabin returned to complete darkness. After eating their steamed buns, the people stopped their commotion and lay aimlessly, with the injured and seasick occasionally letting out a groan.

While munching on a steamed bun, Wutong rolled her eyes at the monk.

Even if he can't see her, she'll still flip through the pages! It's all his fault! Otherwise, at least she could have a full meal!

He deserves to starve to death!

After lunch, a strong wind started blowing outside.

Waves crashed against the wooden boat, turning it into a pirate ship.

The sounds of retching filled the air, and after a huge wave, the cabin was in complete chaos, with people scattered and disoriented.

If Wutong hadn't been clinging tightly to the protruding wooden plank beneath him, he would probably have been flung to the top by now.

She could even vaguely feel a sticky liquid sliding between her fingers, with an unpleasant smell, and she didn't know whose vomit it was.

Ugh... even she, who doesn't usually get seasick, felt a bit nauseous...

The wooden boat rocked rhythmically, and the light shone rhythmically through the cracks in the door, flashing like natural neon lights.

The monk's figure, sitting as steady as a bell, was particularly striking. No matter how much people around him threw him, he remained unmoved.

They seem to have some skills.

Besides chanting scriptures, he must also have some martial arts skills.

It is said that in ancient times, there were people with supernatural powers, especially those who were ruthless and inhuman. They were often unparalleled geniuses who could split a tree in two with a single palm strike.

With his help, how difficult would it be to escape?

Wutong was no longer angry about his behavior at noon. Her desire to win him over rekindled, and as a wave crashed over her, she rushed to the monk's side.

"Hey, sir, which temple are you from?"