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

The old man was hard of hearing, and it took Wutong several calls for him to hear him. He turned around in surprise and asked, "Are you calling me?"

Wutong nodded vigorously: "Yes, sir. I was watching you read that imperial edict earlier, and I wanted to ask... do soldiers get food?"

The old man said, "Of course, as the saying goes, 'an army marches on its stomach.' If you don't feed them, who will fight?"

Wutong was overjoyed; this was wonderful.

The old man asked, "Are you going to join the army?"

Wutong said, "Yes, yes, by the way, what did that imperial edict say about which direction soldiers should go?"

“There are soldiers and generals who have set up a platform outside the city. Just go there and fill out the forms, but…” The old man stroked his beard and looked around at the sycamore tree.

Wutong crossed his arms and asked warily, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"

The old man clicked his tongue twice and said, "With your build, they might not want you."

"Whether you want it or not, I'll ask first... Thank you, sir, and I wish you a long and healthy life."

Wutong bid farewell to the old man and walked out of the city.

You won't know until you go, and you'll be shocked when you do.

Surprisingly, so many of the disaster victims wanted to join the army to earn a living; the line to sign up stretched from outside the city walls all the way to the port, making it extremely crowded.

Armed soldiers were everywhere, and no one dared to act recklessly; everyone lined up obediently.

Wutong tiptoed to catch a glimpse of the end of the line, then walked over dejectedly and stood obediently in line.

Two young men were chatting nearby.

"Hey, did you know? This time, more than half of the recruits won't be going to the border regions."

"Huh? Where to?"

"Go to the Prince of Southern Xinjiang to repair the river embankment! The Emperor has assigned him this year's flood control task. The season for the Dingjiang River to flood is approaching, and both sides are short of people!"

"This is not bad. They provide food and blankets, and we don't have to fight or die in battle."

"You're dreaming. If the flood comes, we'll all drown..."

Repairing river embankments, a job that's purely manual labor, shouldn't have high requirements, right?

When Wutong came, she was worried that she wouldn't be selected, but after hearing this, she became even more determined.

The queue stretched from day to night.

As the sun set, it was finally Wutong's turn. As soon as she stepped out and sat behind the wooden table, the person in charge of recruitment closed the notebook.

"Let's go eat, let's go eat, we'll come again tomorrow."

"Hey! Sir, please stop!"

Wutong panicked and rushed to the table, desperately begging him to give her a chance.

For him, it was just a matter of waiting one night, but for Wutong, who had been starving for several days, it was very likely that he wouldn't be able to make it to the next day to queue up.

The recruiter, looking impatient, kicked her aside: "Giving you a chance is useless. You're so skinny, you think you can join the army? Humph!"

"This is all an illusion. I've been starving for too long. I'm actually very strong! Really, you can try it if you don't believe me. I can eat a whole cow in one meal, and after eating it, I can uproot a willow tree!"

Wutong boasted desperately, begging the other party to let her stay.

The recruiter stared at her for a moment, then finally pulled his hand away: "I don't have time to waste with you, get lost!"

Wutong wanted to plead again, but the other party simply drew his knife.

She looked at the cold glint of light reflecting off the knife, shrank back, and stepped aside.

"You know what's going on!"

The man sheathed his knife and prepared to leave.

A black horse galloped out of the city. The rider was strong and resolute, wearing black armor. He reined in his horse at the platform and looked down at the crowd.

The person who had just been shouting that he wanted to leave immediately lit up and fawned over him.

"Commander Li, I didn't know you would grace us with your presence so late. What brings you here?"

The man called Lieutenant Li glanced at him sideways, his expression serious: "Are you in charge of recruiting soldiers?"

"It is a person."

"General Abdo needs a bodyguard who can write. Keep an eye out for him and report back as soon as you find someone."

"no problem……"

Wutong pricked up her ears to eavesdrop, and when she heard the person's request, she had only one thought in her mind.

The opportunity is coming!

"I can write! I can write!"

She ran over with her arms raised high, stood in front of the horse, and said breathlessly, "My lord! I can write!"

The recruiter frowned and reached out to push her, saying, "What are you doing here? Get out of here!"

Wutong clung to his arm, refusing to leave. Commandant Li frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

The recruiter said with difficulty, "This man also came to apply, but he is too thin and weak, and doesn't meet the recruitment requirements, so we have to let him go..."

"Since you can write, then there's nothing wrong with your physical condition, but..."

Li Duwei's gaze swept over the wutong tree: "You really can write."

Wutong nodded vigorously.

She can not only write, but also write papers. She has passed the English Level 8 exam and the Japanese exam. She has been immersed in subtitling groups for many years and knows all kinds of popular internet slang by heart.

Unfortunately, it's completely useless here...

“Words are no proof.” Lieutenant Li turned his head and said, “Bring me paper and pen.”

"Yes."

The recruiter immediately handed paper and pen to Wutong. Wutong laid the paper flat on the wooden table and scratched his head in frustration.

She knows many languages, but the people here only recognize their own characters.

Those incredibly difficult and complicated strokes... it would be embarrassing to write them wrong.

She desperately tried to recall the words she had seen that day, unaware that Lieutenant Li's expression behind her was slowly turning cold.

Words...words...

Got it!

After thinking for a long time, Wutong finally came up with an idea. He slapped his forehead, picked up his pen, and started writing.

"My lord, look!" She happily handed the paper to Lieutenant Li.

Lieutenant Li looked down at the paper, his rough skin around his eyes remaining motionless.

There is no doubt that his handwriting is very bad.

However, those crooked lines did indeed combine to form three recognizable characters—Nan'an City.

Lieutenant Li glanced unconsciously at the city gate, wondering if the guy had cheated.

Wutong was completely unaware of his thoughts and looked at him expectantly: "Commander Li, what do you think?"

Lieutenant Li withdrew his gaze and looked her over; her powerful aura gave him a sense of oppression.

With a slender build, thin arms and legs, he looked like an undeveloped child, except for his bright, dark eyes that were full of life.

"Do you really want to be General Abdo's bodyguard?" he asked.

Wutong nodded vigorously: "We absolutely have to think about it!"

She's starving right now; she's seeing stars just standing here. Let alone being a guard, she'd probably even dare to try being a eunuch.

Lieutenant Li nodded: "Alright."

Wutong: "?"

"Mount!"

Lieutenant Li swept his long legs across the ground, mounted his horse, grabbed the reins, and ordered someone to bring over a group of chestnut horses, instructing, "You ride this one."

Want to ride a horse?

Looking at the colt in front of him, which was as tall as his own shoulders, Wutong swallowed hard, his legs trembling.

Lieutenant Li glanced at her sideways: "You don't know how?"

Abdu is a general guarding the border, and he fights on the frontier all year round. If his guards can't even ride a horse, this job is impossible.