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

Chapter 1: Arrested and Imprisoned

Wutong was speechless and unable to defend himself. He said, "I really am General Abdo's bodyguard, and the gold I received was a reward from him."

"Keep those words to the judge."

Another person suddenly spoke up: "It's no use saying anything."

"what?"

"General Abdo is leaving for the border tomorrow. After he leaves, would he really come back to testify just for a guard?"

The sycamore tree seemed to have been struck by lightning, unable to move, and utterly despaired.

Abdo is leaving... He's lost his last straw...

How unlucky she is!

Seeing her distraught appearance, the constable lost interest in mocking her and started drinking his wine.

Before long, it was dawn.

Wutong was half asleep and half awake, in a daze. He had been crawled on by cockroaches countless times throughout the night. If his hands hadn't been tied, he probably would have been scratched to death by now.

The constable stood up, stretched, and prepared to leave.

She rushed over and asked, "Am I just going to be locked up like this forever? Can't I go out and see General Abdo?"

"We can't make that decision, so just stay put."

The constables left, and the cell fell into an eerie silence.

Wutong felt uneasy as she looked at the light streaming in through the narrow window.

Around morning, someone came to interrogate her.

Where did the gold come from?

"A gift from General Abdo."

Why should I reward you?

"I saved his life."

"Hahaha! You ignorant fool! General Abdo is so brave and invincible, does he need you to save him?"

The sycamore tree remained silent.

The interrogator presented her with a confession and asked her to sign it, but she refused. She was kicked a few times and thrown back into the cell.

In the afternoon, the interrogation was repeated.

When Wutong was thrown back into the cell, she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

My throat was filled with a sweet, metallic taste, as if it were a premonition of death.

I used to think that the method of extracting confessions through torture was fake when I watched TV, but now that I've experienced it firsthand, I realize how terrifying it is.

Wutong thought of Ruolan, wondering what she was doing now and whether she was living a happy life.

The two of them traveled through time together. She left her behind and went first, leaving her to suffer in that mountain village. I always feel a sense of irresponsibility in her actions.

Where's Abudu? He should have left by now...

He's just a guard; you can find one anywhere.

In the evening, footsteps could be heard again outside the corridor.

Wutong coughed a few times, sat up, and prepared to endure the third interrogation.

Let her get beaten; she won't admit it anyway, because admitting it would only mean certain death.

But as soon as the man's face was clearly illuminated by the setting sun, Wutong's hard-won determination vanished instantly, and she stared at him in shock.

He raised a thick eyebrow at her, his beard tinged a warm golden yellow by the setting sun, making his rugged features appear much gentler than usual, with a hint of a teasing smile from an old friend.

"You brat, you took my money and ran? You're asking for it!"

Wutong's nose tingled, and she leaned against the railing, saying, "General..."

"Stand up! What kind of behavior is this, acting all effeminate?" Abdo scolded.

At a time like this, let alone making her stand, she would be willing to run three laps around Wuxing City and shout "Abuduo is mighty!"

Wutong grabbed the bars and stood up. Abuduo ordered his men to open the cell door and said, "Come out."

Wutong asked in surprise, "Can we leave now?"

"Otherwise what? Have you developed feelings for living here?"

"how come……"

She followed him out. Two constables were standing at the prison gate; they were the same two who had been on night duty the previous night.

Wutong cupped his hands and said, "Thank you both for the steamed buns."

The two exchanged knowing smiles and told her to take care.

Abuduo swaggered out of the government office, and no one dared to stop him along the way.

As the night deepened, Abdo caught a whiff of meat wafting from the restaurant, sniffed, and turned to ask, "What would you like to eat tonight?"

Wutong said, "Anything is fine, but could you let me go somewhere before we eat?"

"Where? What are you going there for?"

Wutong looked around and, seeing that no one was watching, whispered a few words in Abudo's ear.

Abdo's eyes narrowed slowly, flashing with a warlike light. He laughed loudly and patted her shoulder: "You little rascal, you're not tall, but you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Wutong nearly got slapped into the ground. She rubbed her shoulder and asked sheepishly, "Do you think I can go over there now?"

"Of course not!"

"Huh? Why..." Wutong's face fell in disappointment.

Abdo grabbed her shoulders and pushed her forward: "You're my guard, so naturally I'll stand up for you! Let's go together!"

Wutong was deeply moved.

At the hour of You (5-7 PM), the night grew even deeper.

The shop assistant slowly closed the shop, ran to the inner room to greet the manager, and said, "I'm going home."

"it is good."

He strolled out slowly, and as he passed the counter, he casually pulled out a jar of wine from underneath, covered it with his clothes, and prepared to take it home to drink.

Anyway, the shopkeeper usually drinks this wine secretly behind his wife's back, and even if he finds a jar missing, he doesn't dare to say anything.

Moreover……

"I helped the government catch a thief today. When the reward money comes through, I'll open my own shop and see if he still orders me around..."

The shopkeeper hummed a tune as he walked along the empty street, now devoid of vendors, daydreaming about a bright future, feeling quite carefree.

He crossed a street and turned into an alley, but before he was even halfway through the alley, a stray pebble flew towards the back of his head, hitting him and causing a large bump.

The waiter cried out in pain, turned around with the wine jar in his arms, and cursed, "Which monkey did this? Playing with pebbles like projectiles, is he?"

He thought the child was just being nosy, so he cursed and was about to leave when another pebble came flying at him, hitting him squarely on the back of the head.

Being used as a target while walking at night! This is intolerable!

The waiter jumped up and cursed, "You son of a bitch! Who is it? Get out here right now!"

A figure landed on the wall, steadied himself, looked up, and said expressionlessly, "I am your father."

"You..." He recognized the person's face by the moonlight and was immediately shocked: "Weren't you locked up in jail?"

Wutong gave a cold smirk: "Yes, that's all thanks to you. But I've been released again. Guess what the first thing I want to do is?"

Although the guy was very scared, he thought that the guy in front of him was not as big as him, so he might not lose if they fought.

He threatened, "You still dare to escape from prison? I'll report you to the authorities right now and have them arrest you again!"

Wutong said, "I've made myself clear. I didn't steal that piece of gold; it was a gift from someone else."

The waiter looked incredulous: "In this world, who would reward you with gold so readily? Do you think you're some kind of empress in the imperial harem? That person is either a brain-dead idiot or someone you made up!"

End of this chapter