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

No response.

"You must know martial arts, right? What kind of kung fu do you practice? The Eighteen Arhats Fist? Or the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt?"

No response.

Wutong scratched her head, then suddenly had a brilliant idea. She grabbed his monk's robe and asked in a low, mysterious voice, "Master, could you be that high monk who went to the West to search for treasure?"

Monkey King, Monkey King, please bless me! Pry open his mouth, which is harder than steel...

The prayer worked; the monk actually reacted, opening his eyelids a crack: "Treasure hunting?"

Wutong immediately perked up and whispered in his ear, "Yes, yes, we must find that legendary treasure that can save all living beings!"

The monk leaned back, creating distance between himself and her, and said indifferently, "It wasn't me."

"How could it not be you? You look like a highly virtuous monk!"

Flattery will always work; it never fails.

The monk seemed moved by her persistence, opened his eyes, sighed, and uttered a complete sentence.

"I can't even protect myself. I was knocked unconscious by thieves and stuffed onto this ship. How could I possibly have the ability to search for treasure? Even if I did find it, how can a lifeless treasure save all living beings?"

Wutong seized the opportunity: "You don't understand... Although that treasure has no life, it can penetrate people's hearts because... it is a scripture."

"Scriptures? What scriptures?"

"This..." Wutong's memory wasn't very good, and he couldn't answer the specifics. He licked his lips anxiously and said, "The name isn't important. What's important is that if you escape this ship and find that scripture in the West, you'll be the most prestigious monk in this dynasty!"

The monk stared at her for a few seconds, his gaze piercing, before looking away in disappointment: "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you, everything I said is true..."

Wutong hurriedly tried to explain, but no matter how eloquently she embellished her story, the monk refused to speak again.

She's completely impervious to reason, neither gentle persuasion nor harsh coercion.

Someone brought steamed buns again that evening.

Having learned his lesson, Wutong stuffed the two he got into his arms as soon as he got them, then moved them around to the side of the monk.

"Master, here! Have one."

If he starves to death, her chances of escaping will be even slimmer.

The monk lowered his head and remained silent.

A guess popped into Wutong's mind, and she couldn't help but ask, "You don't mean you want to give this steamed bun to someone else so they can survive, which is why you won't eat a single bite yourself, do you?"

The monk didn't speak, but his eyelashes trembled.

In the phrase.

"You're really overthinking it. They don't divide it up by the head. One more or one less won't make a difference..."

Wutong lunged forward with a steamed bun, stuffing it into his mouth: "Come on, have a bite!"

The monk quickly dodged, his voice almost cracking, as if he were extremely flustered: "You...you stay away!"

Wutong, holding the steamed bun, was stunned: "What's wrong? I'm not a flower thief."

The monk trembled all over, took a deep breath, and clasped his hands together to try to calm himself down, but his voice was still filled with panic.

"My master said that women are like tigers; when they're hungry, they'll devour you. You must never talk to them. Female benefactor, I understand your good intentions, but please don't come any closer, or I... I'll kill myself with a single blow!"

A tiger? Holy crap...

Wutong almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

How many years has this monk been imprisoned on the mountain? Is his master some kind of pervert?

And there's more...

"How did you know I'm a woman?" Wutong asked in a very low voice, afraid that others would find out.

Is she really that easy to recognize? Even the human traffickers didn't recognize her.

The monk fell silent again.

"I don't eat people, I only eat steamed buns." Wutong stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, chewed it dryly, and said, "Your master is really a stubborn old man."

The monk, as if his bottom line had been crossed, argued vehemently: "You're talking nonsense! My master is a highly accomplished monk!"

"If he's so powerful, why didn't he come to rescue you and let you be kidnapped?"

"That was a trial I was born to experience, and it had nothing to do with my master."

Wutong was speechless, rolled her eyes, and sat down to the side.

"Gululu..."

The monk's stomach growled in dissatisfaction, and he pressed his abdomen with a embarrassed expression, curling his body into a shrimp-like shape.

A steamed bun was tossed next to him with a thud.

Wutong withdrew her hand, pretending she hadn't done anything.

The monk picked up the steamed bun, hesitated for a long time, and finally took a bite.

As night deepened, Wutong listened to the sound of the waves outside, thinking about Ruolan and their past happy life, and couldn't fall asleep.

A very faint chanting sound came from inside.

Even the monks aren't asleep?

She slowly scooted closer, nudged him with her shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to leave?"

The monk paused for a moment, nodded, and asked again, "Do you have a solution?"

“I can’t help it, but don’t you know martial arts? When they bring the steamed buns, just strike them with your palm and we can escape.”

"What if we kill him? Monks are compassionate and must never kill."

"It would be unmerciful of you not to hit him. Have you forgotten why they captured us?"

In the darkness, Wutong's eyes darted around, deciding to add a dramatic twist: "They're human traffickers! Once they reach their destination, we're going to...we're going to have our kidneys harvested! How terrifying!"

"kidney?"

"Yes, do you know about the kidneys among the five internal organs?"

"What do they want that for?"

"Of course... Oh well! Who cares what they do! In short, you can save a whole ship of people with just one move. Isn't that an incredible stroke of luck?"

The monk seemed to be persuaded by her, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Then I'll make my move tomorrow morning?"

Wutong shook her head: "It's not time yet. Listen to my instructions."

She took the monk's hand and made him pretend to chant sutras to cover her body. Then she took out the short dagger hidden in her belt and began to chisel a hole in the cabin wall.

The monks' chanting masked the sound of her digging, and by daybreak, a hole about two fingers wide had been dug out.

Wutong pressed her eyes against the wall and looked out. All she saw was a vast expanse of water, stretching as far as the eye could see, with water in every direction and nowhere to rest.

Luckily, she had checked beforehand; otherwise, running out recklessly would have meant certain death.

Wutong tore a piece of cloth from her clothes and stuffed the hole tightly to prevent light from getting in. She then leaned her back against it to avoid being discovered by chance.

Nearly ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Every day, while the people in the cabin were sleeping, Wutong would have a monk act as her cover so she could peek at the river outside.

One morning, the long-awaited dark shadow finally appeared on the vast river surface.

Although it is still far away, it gives people great hope.

We're about to dock!

Wutong was overjoyed and waved to the monk, wanting him to see it too, but he accidentally touched a cold body and was so frightened that he shuddered.

Why is it so cold? There's no warmth at all. Could it be... dead?