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

"Alright, how many zhang do you want?"

Wutong said, "I'll just have one set of women's clothes made. What size do you think would be suitable?"

"How tall is this woman? Is she a young woman or a mother-in-law?"

"Young, about my size."

The waiter took out a ruler: "In that case, why don't we measure it?"

Wutong stepped forward without objection.

The guy recorded every measurement on paper.

Wutong wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that his movements were slow, as if it was deliberate.

"Ok?"

"Right away, right away..."

Just as they were measuring, a commotion suddenly erupted at the door, and the girls selecting fabric cried out in surprise.

Wutong couldn't help but look over there, and saw a slender woman in a red dress walking in from the crowd, followed by two maids.

The woman veiled her face with a red veil, her hair styled in a beautiful bun, and a golden hairpin swayed gently with her steps. Beneath her flowing sleeves, a section of her jade-like wrist was revealed, so white it was breathtaking, clearly indicating that she was no ordinary woman.

The waiter who greeted her called out to the inner room, and an older man immediately came out and led her in. She didn't say a word the whole time.

Even after she had been inside for a long time, the girls were still gossiping about her, mainly about her appearance and clothing.

This is something even modern female celebrities wouldn't be as extravagant as...

Wutong couldn't help but ask the waiter, "Who is this person?"

The waiter said, "Don't you know? She's a newly hired dancer at the Prince's mansion. She's said to be the most beautiful of the three great beauties in the Central Plains. Even the Empress isn't as pretty as her. It's said that the Emperor is crazy about her."

"so smart……"

The waiter glanced towards the door, saw the person he expected, put away the ruler and said, "Alright, that's it, you've measured it."

Wutong nodded and asked, "How much fabric do you need? How much will it cost in total? If I have it made here, how many days will it take to receive it?"

The waiter gave a half-smile: "You don't need to worry about that."

Wutong asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Don't you find it uncomfortable to wear clothes bought with stolen goods?"

"Stolen goods?"

The waiter raised his arm and shouted outside, "Here!"

A group of constables rushed in and surrounded Wutong.

When the people who wanted to buy the cloth saw this, they were so frightened that they abandoned the cloth and fled.

Wutong stood in the encirclement, her face pale: "What are you trying to do?"

The constable took out a piece of paper, and upon closer inspection, she realized it was an arrest warrant.

"The Prince's mansion has been robbed, and a thief has fled with a hundred taels of silver..."

The Prince's mansion has been robbed!

Wutong realized what was happening and protested, "I'm not the one who stole the gold! You've arrested the wrong person!"

The constable looked at the assistant, who jumped out, pulled the gold from her clothes, pointed at her nose, and said, "If you didn't steal it, how could a soldier have so much money?"

Wutong shouted, "It was a gift from someone else!"

The constable lost patience and took the gold from the shop assistant, then used a rope to tie the paulownia tree tightly.

"If you have a grievance, go to the prison to speak. Thank you all for today. Once the case is solved, the government will definitely send someone to express our gratitude."

The waiter smiled obsequiously, "It's nothing, it's nothing..."

Wutong looked at him and felt utterly disgusted. She cursed, "Get out of here! You're framing me! I'll fight you to the death!"

She struggled with all her might and actually managed to break free, but she hadn't gone more than a few steps before the constables dragged her back and gagged her.

"Uh...uh..."

She was being carried along, and people on the street made way for her, staring at her like she was a monkey. The vendor was still standing on his stall, holding a cold pancake blankly.

Wutong was filled with deep regret.

She shouldn't have gone out in the first place! She shouldn't have bought cakes! She shouldn't have bought cloth!

Now look what's happened! Not only did they fail to buy cloth and bread, but their gold was also taken away, and they're going to jail!

Who can save her?

Wutong's first thought was of Abuduo, but Abuduo was sleeping soundly in his mansion and wouldn't have noticed anything here...

After crossing a street, walking through an alley, and making many twists and turns over a long period of time, we finally arrived at the government office.

The constables escorted Wutong straight inside, stopping only at her cell. They opened the cell door, threw her inside, and threatened, "Behave yourself!"

Then he locked the door and completely ignored her.

Wutong looked left and right, but couldn't see a single person.

This is clearly a temporary detention facility for suspects. Once the case is decided and her charges are cleared, she will probably be transferred to a prison cell for criminals. If she's unlucky, she might even be beheaded.

The cell was smelly and filthy, with cockroaches crawling everywhere and burrowing in and out of the straw piles.

She leaned against the cell door, with only one thought in her mind—it's all over!

After an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually darkened. The cell was dark, without a single light, as black as a tomb.

Wutong's hands and feet were numb from being tied up, and her stomach kept growling because she hadn't eaten for so long.

She groaned and shifted her position, continuing to lean against the wall.

The cell door creaked open, and flickering firelight shone in.

Someone is coming in!

Wutong immediately became extremely alert and kept a close eye on the corridor.

Two constables walked in, holding torches in their hands.

One person reached out and pulled the wad of cloth out of Wutong's mouth through the railing.

Wutong shouted, "I'm innocent! I didn't steal the money! Ugh..."

Another person shoved a steamed bun into her mouth to shut her up, and said disdainfully, "Save your energy, eat your steamed bun."

Wutong: "..."

Since crying out for justice is useless, we might as well replenish our energy.

She chewed the steamed bun bit by bit, her eyes looking at the two of them.

The two men stuck their torches into the grooves in the wall, sat down at a square table outside the cell, and drank and chatted idly.

One of them complained, "It's all this kid's fault. He made us work shifts. Otherwise, we'd all be at home sleeping soundly with our wives right now."

One person laughed and said, "With your wife's looks, tsk tsk, only you could carry her."

"Get lost! How dare you, a woman without a wife, say that!"

……

After finishing the steamed bun, Wutong asked, "Can I have some water?"

One of them said rudely, "There's no water, but we have a pee. Want some?"

Wutong swallowed her anger and said, "You don't need to treat me like this. I'm really not the thief who stole the gold."

"If you say it's not true, then it's not true. What's the point of having a government office?"

"I'm serious... I'm General Abdo's bodyguard, why would I go to the royal palace to steal money? Don't you want to die?"

Wutong's words aroused suspicion in the two. One nudged the other's arm and asked, "Doesn't he look like General Abdo's bodyguard?"

"Not like..."

Wutong quickly called out, "It doesn't seem normal, I'm new here!"

The man who was holding his wife got impatient, walked over and kicked the railing: "You son, don't try to be clever, shut up and go to sleep, or I'll beat you up, you believe me?"