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

Abudo was taken aback: "Why ask him?"

Wutong said, "Here is a letter from the Prince's Mansion. It says that Zhou Taili reported you for engaging in gang fights and that you should behave yourself."

Abdo was instantly enraged and slammed his hand down, nearly collapsing the table.

"That damn bastard! How dare he tell on me behind my back!"

Wutong was startled and asked cautiously, "Who is this person?"

Abdo waved his hand dismissively: "You don't need to worry about it. Keep watching the next episode to see if there are any more reports of him complaining."

Wutong said "oh" and continued reading, but after reading most of it, she only found this one letter.

"No, that's all," she said truthfully.

Abdo polished his knife until it gleamed, slashed through the air with it, and cursed, "He's lucky, otherwise I'd rush to his general's mansion right now and chop up all his bastards!"

General's Mansion?

Zhou Taili was also a general?

Wutong vaguely remembered that before she fainted, she had heard someone mention the name General Zhou.

It seems he doesn't get along well with Abudushalamu; they're old rivals.

She had no interest in these matters; being a guard was merely a means to survive, and she continued copying documents.

There weren't many letters from the Prince's Mansion, but each one was concise and clear, without any unnecessary formalities. Compared to other documents, the difference in quality was immediately apparent.

Wutong thought to herself, "The person who can issue such a document must be wise and composed."

After a while, Abdo asked, "Are you hungry?"

The mare's milk that had been fed earlier had been mostly digested, and Wutong nodded.

Abdo put the knife away, stood up and said, "You wait here, I'll have someone roast a lamb."

After saying that, he swaggered out without waiting for a reply.

Wutong watched his retreating figure, her feelings complicated, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

General Abdo seemed easygoing and unconcerned with etiquette, showing no wariness towards her; he appeared to be a very approachable person.

But as a general, would he really be that naive?

As the saying goes, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. Before understanding the situation, she should keep a low profile as much as possible, lest she lose her life before even having a proper meal.

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and began to carefully copy the documents.

More than an hour later, Abdo returned and kicked the door open.

Two men who looked like guards carried in a roasted lamb and a table, placed them in the center of the room, and then left.

Abuduo plopped down and waved to Wutong: "Come and eat with us."

Fine wine and delicious meat tempt the taste buds.

Wutong ate thin porridge with Ruolan in Zhoujia Village for several days, and then went hungry for several more days. The best meal he had was a bowl of noodles when he came down the mountain, which didn't even have a drop of oil.

Now, suddenly seeing a whole roasted lamb, I feel like a hungry tiger pouncing on it.

She hesitated, clutching the brush: "But I haven't finished writing yet..."

"Just come when I tell you to, stop talking so much nonsense."

Wutong immediately put down her pen and went over to sit down opposite him, but Abuduo pulled her to his side.

Wutong may dress like a woman, but her body and mind are still those of a woman. When facing a strange man, especially such a strong one, she is bound to be wary.

She looked at Abdo warily, but he simply pulled a short knife from his waist and shoved it into her hand: "Cut me some meat, thigh meat."

The relationship was so strong that she was there to be his assistant...

Wutong breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blade with the hem of her clothes, and served him his meal.

While eating meat and drinking alcohol heartily, Abdo boasted to Wutong about his heroic deeds back then.

During the meal, Mo Xing barely ate any meat, but he did learn quite a bit about Mo Xing's life experiences.

It turns out that Abudo's father was a man from Dongqi known for his fierce style, and his mother was a girl from southern Xinjiang. The two died in the war not long after Abudo was born.

Abudo grew up among disaster victims, begging and fighting were common occurrences for him. He was illiterate and joined the Southern Frontier Army by chance. Due to his outstanding performance and unusually strong physique, his rank rose rapidly. Finally, after the general guarding the Moon Gate Pass was killed in battle, the King of Southern Frontier promoted him to general and sent him to guard the Moon Gate Pass.

He usually stays at the border. The reason he is in the southern border region this time is to report on the military situation and replenish supplies and troops.

“You’ve been talking about me all along. You look like a shifty-eyed fellow. Where did you come from?” Abdo suddenly asked.

Wutong immediately raised his alarm, becoming extremely vigilant, and repeated the answer he had given before: "From Zhoujia Village."

Where is Zhoujia Village?

"A mountain village in the north."

"How old are you?"

"Ten, sixteen years old..."

Abdo pinched her thin arm with disdain: "You've never been fed enough at home, have you?"

Wutong nodded and gave a dry laugh.

"Let me tell you, I value brotherhood the most. As long as you are loyal to me and work hard with me, I guarantee you will live a life of luxury in the future."

"General Xie..."

"Pour the wine! Fill it up!"

……

Several days passed, and Wutong spent every day in that room copying documents. At night, he would sleep on a shared bed in the soldiers' room, falling asleep to the sound of thunderous snoring and the smell of stinky feet.

The "mountain" gradually shrank, and the paper beside him gradually thickened.

Abdo came and went as he pleased. He stayed in the southern border region and had no official business to do except go to the royal palace. Being a restless person, he spent most of his time in the training grounds, hanging out with the soldiers.

On this day, Wutong finally finished copying all the documents, stood up and stretched.

What should we do next?

She was alone in the room. Wutong rolled up her trouser legs and decided to go outside to take a look.

The clothes she was wearing were so tattered that Abdo was disgusted with them the first day he saw them. He had someone find her a set of military uniforms, but they were still too big for her, hanging loosely. Her arms and legs looked much longer than she had imagined.

Wutong looks like a child who stole an adult's clothes and is wearing an oversized hat on his head.

Luckily, she doesn't have much of a chest yet, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hide it.

She pushed open the door, adjusted her hat, and went out, only to bump into two soldiers who looked hurried.

"Where is Lieutenant Li?" the soldier asked, grabbing her.

Wutong shook her head, looking completely bewildered.

The soldier dropped her and kept running.

Judging from their anxious appearance... what happened?

Curious, she ran after them.

Lieutenant Li was talking to his subordinates in the courtyard when two soldiers quickly found him.

"Lieutenant Li! Something terrible has happened! The general... he's fighting with General Zhou in the training ground!"

Lieutenant Li, usually calm and composed, was taken aback by these words: "General Zhou?"

"Yes, yes, no one could stop them. Why don't you go and take a look!"

Lieutenant Li immediately dropped what he was doing and strode outside.