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

Chapter 1 Who Are You Calling an Idiot?

A low voice came from behind: "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"None of your business..."

The waiter turned around impatiently, his eyes widening in shock, and he stammered, "You...you...you are..."

The person who came answered on his behalf: "I am Abdo."

“General Abdo, what are you doing here?” he asked, trembling.

Abdo said, "Because my brain is infested with maggots, I'm giving gold to others."

The waiter's expression changed drastically; his face turned pale with fright, and he bent his knees as if to kneel before him: "General! This is a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

Abudo didn't speak, he just stared at him, his eyes looking particularly sinister in the moonlight. He was also strangely strong, looking like a fierce and menacing Arhat statue in a temple.

The waiter had no choice but to kneel down and huddle beside Wutong, tugging at her hem and pleading, "Sir, please, I beg you, plead for me... I really didn't mean it! The wanted poster clearly states in black and white that I had no idea your gold was a reward from General Abdo. If I had known, I would never have dared to report it to the authorities..."

Wutong, unsure of how to resolve the situation, looked to Abudo.

The other party caused her to go to jail and almost died inside. She originally planned to beat this person up when she got out, but the other party begged for mercy too quickly, so it was pointless.

Abdo walked over, his body so enormous that it was like a dark cloud drifting by, obscuring much of the light.

The man trembled, and Abdo grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air, asking, "Where did you see the wanted poster?"

"The east entrance of the vegetable market..."

"Bullshit! The vegetable market is half a mile from the fabric shop, and even farther from your house. What are you going there for?"

Abdo tightened his grip and threatened, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll chop you up and feed you to the horses!"

Horses eat grass, don't they...? As Wutong was thinking this, in the blink of an eye, the waiter couldn't hold on any longer and blurted out the truth.

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. It was a few other military officers who came with the wanted notice. They said that if you see any suspicious people, you should report to the authorities immediately, and there will be a reward for reporting.”

Abdo's eyes narrowed, and he pressed, "Which unit?"

“General Zhou… General Zhou’s men…”

"Well, it really is Zhou Taili again!" Abudo's temples bulged with veins.

The waiter pleaded, "General, I've told you the truth, please let me go, I'll never do it again..."

"Let you go? Hmph, fine."

Before he could finish speaking, Abdo raised his hand and waved it, sending the man flying. He crashed into the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The wine jar rolled out of his arms and shattered on the ground with a crack, filling the air with the aroma of wine.

Abdo was tempted and rubbed his nose, saying, "Let's go back and eat."

Wutong followed, and Abuduo took something out of his pocket, stuffed it into her hand, and instructed, "Keep it safe, or I won't help you get it back if someone else snatches it again."

Wutong could clearly feel the weight of the object in his palm. He stuffed it into the inner pocket of his uniform and said with his head down, "Thank you, General."

She remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "I heard that the general is supposed to set off for the border today, isn't he?"

Abudo sighed, "Who can argue with that? But the steward of the Prince's mansion sent someone to say that there will be a banquet tomorrow night, and we can only leave after we finish eating. So we have to stay another day."

He was born and raised on the frontier, and now he guards the frontier. Every time he returns to the mainland, he feels uncomfortable. Even if he gets into a fight, he will be reminded. He can't wait to leave.

“The Prince’s Mansion…” Wutong heard this word again and murmured it aloud.

Abdo asked, "What? You want to go? If you want to go, come with me."

Wutong asked in surprise, "Really? Is that possible?"

"Would I, the general, lie? I originally wanted Lieutenant Li to come along, but he refused, so it's you who will go."

A single sentence from Abuduo determined their plans for tomorrow night.

Back at the mansion, Lieutenant Li was waiting there. He saw Wutong, who had been missing for a day, but said nothing. He simply walked up to Abudo and said, "General, something has happened at the mansion."

"what's up?"

Lieutenant Li took out a cloth bag that looked heavy. When he opened it, it shone with golden light.

"This was found by a guard in the backyard. No one knows who threw it there. It can't be returned to its owner. Please decide, General."

Abudo exclaimed "Oh!", took the bag, tossed it around, and said, "It's quite heavy."

Remembering the wanted poster, Wutong couldn't help but ask, "Could it be the Prince's mansion..."

Abdo said, "Of course."

"What should I do?"

Something was stolen from the Prince's mansion, but they found it. Could it be that someone framed them?

Who could it be...?

Wutong's brain, which had watched countless episodes of Detective Conan, started working at lightning speed.

Abdo, however, looked relaxed, as if he were holding a copper coin rather than a bag of gold.

"You little bastard, you can't win a fight, so you resort to these underhanded tricks." He tossed the gold back to Lieutenant Li and said, "Send someone to deliver it to the Prince's mansion, saying that you found it on the road."

Lieutenant Li said yes, and took the gold and left.

Wutong asked worriedly, "What if the people in the Prince's mansion misunderstand?"

She had just suffered such a loss, so she had no choice but to be cautious.

Abdo said frankly, "If Your Highness can't even see through this kind of thing, then he wouldn't be the King of Southern Xinjiang today."

This rating can be considered extremely high.

Is the legendary King of Southern Xinjiang really that powerful?

Wutong became increasingly curious.

The thought of going to the palace with Abuduo tomorrow and possibly meeting this legendary figure made her feel uneasy.

The night passed.

Lieutenant Li sent someone to deliver the gold, which they accepted, and the arrest warrant was withdrawn, as if nothing had ever happened.

Wutong got up very early and went to a money exchange to exchange the gold for ten taels of silver and a gold ball.

She went shopping with all her savings in her pocket, and the first thing she did was buy a pancake from a vendor.

She has no bad habits, and she has no demands for food, drink, or entertainment. Her only characteristic since childhood has been perseverance.

She has to get whatever she wants, and she has to do everything in her power to get it, otherwise she can't eat or sleep peacefully.

All night long, she tossed and turned, her mind filled with thoughts of the cake and the fabric she was going to give to Ruolan.

Chewing on the biscuit, I went back into the shop.

The staff member who had previously served her was on leave due to injury, and she was replaced by another staff member.

Wutong had already taken a liking to a particular pattern last time, so she quickly paid for it and walked out carrying the fabric under her arm.

Passing by a general store, she was drawn to the toys on display.

The stall owner is very skillful, making a series of wooden items such as rattles and short flutes to sell, which are of good quality and inexpensive.

After searching for a long time, Wutong finally chose a wooden ball, about half the size of an egg, with the character "福" (fortune) carved on the left and right sides, a hanging rope on top and a red tassel below, exuding a joyful atmosphere.

However, she valued this item not only because of its auspicious meaning.

End of this chapter