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

One person said, "But the prince is showing a lot of favoritism today."

"How do you say this?"

"We're both guarding the border, but General Zhou's side is given a thousand crossbows and a hundred fine horses, while we only have crossbows and no mounts."

The leader said impatiently, "Didn't the steward say that Moon Gate Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack? Having horses would be a waste."

That's true, but it inevitably makes people feel...

"What do you think?"

"It seems the Prince doesn't consider you one of his own!"

The leader flew into a rage upon hearing this, kicking the boy and yelling, "Bullshit! The Prince is always fair. Would he favor that Zhou fellow? If you spout nonsense like this again, I'll cut your balls off! Get out!"

The man ran away in a panic, and the rest of the men also left, leaving only the leader and the talkative Lieutenant Li.

And there was Wutong, leaning against the table, barely alive, who knew someone had come in but didn't have the strength to open her eyes to look.

The leader saw her and asked, "These are the guards we summoned today?"

Lieutenant Li replied, "Yes."

"Why do you look like this? Have you not been fed enough?"

Lieutenant Li said, "Most of the soldiers recruited recently are disaster victims who came from the south, so it's inevitable that they are a bit thin."

The leader walked up to Wutong and examined her carefully for a few moments: "Her features are quite refined, no less so than those scoundrels kept in the Zhou family. If she were a woman..."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying disdainfully, "So skinny, she wouldn't be pretty even if she were a woman."

Wutong, still confused, only heard the word "woman" and was startled, thinking her identity had been discovered. She quickly retorted, "I'm not a woman..."

The leader laughed loudly and asked, "You can write? What's your name?"

"Wutong".

"I am Abdo. Where are you from? Where are your parents?"

“Zhoujia Village, no fathers or mothers…” Wutong said these words, rolled her eyes, and finally fainted.

Abdo checked her breath and turned around speechlessly: "And you're acting as a bodyguard like this?"

Lieutenant Li said, "If they're well-fed, they can still write a document without any problem."

Abuduo grunted twice, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and ordered Lieutenant Li to fetch the army doctor. He then ran to the weapon rack, grabbed a knife, and brandished it with great skill.

After an unknown amount of time, Wutong slowly awoke.

I felt completely drained, my limbs were weak and I had no strength at all.

She felt as if she was being held in someone's arms. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was a strange man dressed in plain clothes who was holding her and feeding her something.

Wutong was taken aback, pushed the man, and fell to the ground herself.

Her movements successfully attracted the attention of others. Abdo, who was sitting at the table, looked up and glanced at her: "Awake?"

Wutong still felt unfamiliar with this strangely-looking general and nodded warily.

Abdo asked, "How are you feeling?"

Wutong felt something dripping from the corner of her mouth. She licked her finger, and a strong, fishy smell made her nauseous.

"what is this?"

"Mare's milk".

Horse milk? Was that what the man just fed her?

The nausea intensified, and Wutong vigorously wiped her mouth, but the fishy smell still lingered in her mouth, and even her burps tasted like milk.

Abdo said, "You don't need to be reluctant. The army has no shortage of horses. There are hundreds of mares to feed you, and there will be enough milk."

Wutong wanted to cry but couldn't; she wasn't reluctant at all...

Now that she was awake, Abdo dismissed the man and asked Wutong how she was feeling. If everything was alright, they could start working.

Wutong fainted purely from hunger, but now that she has something in her stomach, her spirits are gradually recovering.

She believed that if you eat someone's food, you have to work for them; she still had that sense of contractual obligation. She straightened her clothes, stood up, and asked, "What do I need to do?"

Abudo put down the large knife she was wiping, got up and walked to the bookshelf, and soon brought out a mountain of documents piled up in front of her.

Most of the documents were packed in brocade bags, and the few that were exposed were sealed with iron lacquer.

“Deal with these.”

Wutong asked in shock, "All of them?"

Abdo nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes."

"How to deal with it?"

"Write down the important things and copy them onto paper; throw away the useless ones and burn them in the kitchen."

Wutong asked, "How do I know which are important and which are not? How do I tell them apart?"

Abdo replied calmly, "How would I know? I can't understand a single word."

Wutong: "..."

Is he sure he really is a general? It's unbelievable.

Perhaps it was Wutong's surprised expression that made even someone as thick-skinned as Abuduo feel embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said, "Okay, you read it to me, and I'll tell you what's important."

This is the only way...

Wutong sat down again and began to look at the documents. Abuduo brought his broadsword over to wipe it, the blade reflecting his face, revealing his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

“Oh, right.” He suddenly reached out and pulled a book out of the pile of documents, pointing to the seal on it, “If you come across one like this, don’t ask me, just copy it down.”

Wutong asked, "Why?"

"This was sent from the Prince's Palace, and the seal is the seal of the King of Southern Xinjiang."

King of Southern Frontier...

That stunningly beautiful face reappeared in my mind, stirring my heart.

Wutong opened the book, found some blank paper, picked up a brush, and began to copy it.

She thought that after so many years of education, copying a book would be a piece of cake, but when she actually did it, she realized that she was too young and naive.

These characters are very ancient. You can barely understand them by looking at them, but writing them is not so simple. You have to concentrate all your attention, otherwise it is perfectly normal to miss a stroke or a dot.

Wutong had just woken up from her fainting spell, and the intense concentration required for this task soon gave her a headache.

She glanced at the pile of documents and said speechlessly, "How come there are so many..."

Abdo heard this and said, “All the documents I’ve received since I took office are here. How could it not be a lot?”

Wutong asked in surprise, "You haven't seen it since you took office?"

Many of the letters were still in their original metal coating!

Abdo asked, bewildered, "I don't understand it, so why should I look at it?"

Judging from his expression, he looked every bit the part of someone who said, "I'm illiterate and I'm proud of it."

The wutong tree stood silently, choked with emotion, and buried its head in copying documents.

The documents were written in formal language and contained many technical terms that she had no idea what they meant. She spent most of the day writing without even knowing what she was writing; she was just copying them stroke by stroke.

However, one letter caught her attention because it contained Abudu's name.

"Who is Zhou Taili?" Wutong asked.