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

Lieutenant Li knelt down and bowed his head, saying, "I know, this humble general was wrong."

Abuduo snorted.

Lieutenant Li added, "However, please refrain from attacking General Zhou in the future."

Abdo's anger, which he had barely managed to calm down, was reignited: "What did you say?"

Lieutenant Li, with his neck stiffened, said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "His Highness is very fond of the General, but General Zhou is also his subordinate. If you two keep arguing, I'm afraid neither of you will benefit."

Abdo retorted angrily, "Are you defending him?"

Lieutenant Li firmly replied, "This humble general is utterly loyal to the general!"

"Alright, alright! Get out! I get annoyed just looking at your face!"

Abdo smashed a cup, and a shard of porcelain cut Li Duwei's face. He didn't even brush it off, stood up, and led the soldiers out.

Suddenly, only Abuduo and Wutong remained in the room.

Wutong stood in front of her pile of documents, unsure whether she should follow them.

She had barely taken a step when Abdo said, "Come here!"

She steeled herself and walked over, but before she could even stand still, something flew towards her.

She hurriedly dodged backward, but lost her footing and almost fell flat on her face. By chance, she managed to scoop the thing into her hand, and upon closer inspection, it was glittering with golden light!

Wutong: "?"

Abdo said, "I just said I would reward you, take it and buy some wine."

Is this real gold?

Like a Ferrero Rocher...

This was the first time Wutong had seen this since arriving here. She tried to bite into it like the people in the TV series, but couldn't get anything out of it. All she could think was ecstatic joy—she was going to make a fortune!

Back in Zhoujia Village, they sold so much land for only a little money, but now they're getting a reward right away.

If I work diligently for two years under Abdo, wouldn't I be able to go back and become a landlord?

"Thank you, General! Thank you!" Wutong said gratefully, holding the gold.

Abdo pulled out a regular wine jar from under the table, uncorked it, tilted his head back, took a sip, and glanced at her sideways.

Wutong felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Abudo muttered, "I didn't know until I looked, but it really does look like a rabbit figurine, with a handsome nose and eyes..."

Upon hearing the word again, alarm bells rang in Wutong's mind, and in a panic, she lay down on the ground: "General! I sell my words, not my body!"

Abudo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not like that bastard surnamed Zhou. Get up, get up."

Wutong breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said, "General, I have finished copying the documents. What should I do next?"

"Finished copying? Now go out and have some fun."

"what?"

Abdo said, bewildered, "I have nothing to do here myself, what kind of work do you expect me to give you? I want to take a nap, get out, get out."

"Oh……"

Wutong stuffed the gold into his belt and left the room with a blank expression.

As instructed by Abdo, I closed the door behind me when I came out.

As she left the mansion and walked onto the street, Wutong was still somewhat dazed.

Is he really a general who has fought on the battlefield? If you ignore his powerful aura when he fights, where he can take on eight people at once, he's actually more approachable than her college tutor.

That Zhou Taili doesn't look like a general either; he has shifty eyes and his thighs are as thick as Abuduo's arms.

Just then, a shout from the street attracted her attention.

"Selling sesame seed cakes! Freshly baked and piping hot..."

Wutong rubbed her stomach and walked over to the vendor, asking, "How much?"

"One penny each."

"Give me one."

As the vendor took the cakes out of the oven, Wutong looked up and saw a wooden sign hanging at the entrance of the shop next door that read "Five Coins for Su Luo" or something similar.

What does it mean?

Wutong asked the vendor, who replied with an "Oh," "This is a cloth shop. Plain silk is on sale today. If you have a sweetheart, sir, you can go and buy a couple of bolts."

cloth store……

Wutong wears a military uniform every day, so he doesn't need this.

However, when Ruolan got married before, she always wanted to wear a red dress.

The Zhou family did bring red clothes, but unfortunately the style was too old-fashioned; it was something their eldest daughter-in-law had worn.

Now that she has money and free time, she might as well make a new outfit for Ruolan and bring it back to her when she has the chance. It would be a decent gift.

With that in mind, Wutong made up her mind to go inside and take a look.

The vendor wrapped the sesame seed cake in paper and handed it to her. Wutong took out the gold coin to pay.

The vendor was so frightened that he withdrew his hand: "Oh, sir, who would use gold to buy sesame cakes? This is putting people in a difficult position."

Wutong asked, "Can't you open it?"

The vendor said, "That's right! We businessmen don't even earn that much in a year."

What can she do? She has nothing else besides this piece of gold...

Wutong shoved the sesame seed cake into his hand and said, "Keep this for me first. I'll come back for you after I go inside to buy cloth and distribute the money."

The vendor agreed, and Wutong went into the shop.

The war had not yet affected Wuxing City, and the people lived in peace and contentment. When the cloth shops offered discounts, the girls all rushed over, and the shops were packed with people.

Wutong, dressed as a man and wearing a soldier's uniform, walked in, immediately appearing out of place.

There was a lot of fabric inside, but I didn't recognize any of it, and there were many people around me.

Just as she was at a loss, the shopkeeper gave a wink to one of the idle shop assistants.

The shopkeeper tossed aside the sunflower seeds in his hand, yawned impatiently, and came forward to ask, "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

Wutong seized the opportunity to ask, "Do you have any red cloth?"

"Yes! Do you want cotton, linen, or silk and satin?"

Wutong was taken aback by the question and said, "Does it look like anything? Let me see."

"This way, please."

The shop assistant led her to the counter and introduced the fabrics to her one by one.

Wutong was overwhelmed by the choices, and after looking around, she pointed to the most ornate one and asked, "How much is this?"

The guy held up a five.

Wutong asked, "Five coins?"

"How could that be..." the waiter smiled and said, "Fifty taels of silver."

Fifty taels...

Wutong had no concept of money here. Looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she took out the gold and showed it to the shopkeeper: "Can I buy this?"

The waiter's eyes narrowed, he tucked his hands into his sleeves, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, are you from out of town?"

Wutong nodded: "Yes, does that matter?"

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "It's alright, you have more than enough money to buy this bolt of cloth. I'll wrap it up for you."

Wutong quickly said, "No, no, let me take another look."

Now that she had enough money, she felt more confident and began to carefully select her items.

While she wasn't looking, the waiter ran out to greet someone, then walked back in with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

After much deliberation, Wutong finally settled on a magnificent yet elegant piece of fabric and said to the shop assistant, "I want this."