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

Chapter 1 Wooden Ball

A short while later, Wutong returned to her room, put everything down, found a dagger, and began to modify the wooden ball.

Both she and Ruolan are engineering students. Although they don't have professional tools at hand, they still remember the basic structural principles.

It took her half an hour to successfully modify the wooden ball into a controllable switch type.

Wutong put down the dagger, threw in her gold, pulled the red tassel, and with a click, the wooden ball closed. It looked perfectly normal on the outside, but a soft sound would come from inside only when it was shaken intentionally.

That solves the problem; no one will be able to get her money out of her pocket anymore.

Once she's spent a few more years with Abuduo and saved enough money, she'll go to Zhoujia Village to bring Ruolan out, and the two of them will travel the world together, living a carefree and happy life.

Wutong held the wooden ball and couldn't help but smile.

Wuxing City is an affiliated city of Lingyun Prefecture, which is the location of the Southern Frontier King's Palace. The two are more than ten miles apart.

Therefore, in the afternoon, Abdo took Wutong out.

Abudo was a military general, and his life was devoid of carriages and sedan chairs. The two of them each rode a horse and set off for Lingyun Prefecture.

Wutong's injuries from falling off a horse last time hadn't fully healed, and now just looking at a horse makes her buttocks ache. She stood there hesitantly, not wanting to get on.

Abdo scoffed, "Can't even climb a horse? Watch me!"

He reached out and lifted her up. Wutong covered her face and cried out in surprise. When she opened her eyes again, she was already sitting on the horse's back.

"Haha, that's more like a man!"

Abuduo laughed twice, cracked his whip, and his horse galloped away with Wutong in its hooves.

After running a long way, Wutong belatedly let out a scream: "Help...help me..."

Abdo spurred his horse and caught up.

This journey was much shorter than the last one; after a bumpy half-hour ride, we arrived at Lingyun Prefecture.

Wutong originally came from Nan'an City, where disaster victims were everywhere. When she saw Wuxing City, where people lived in peace and prosperity, she felt that it was already good and prosperous enough.

Now that I've suddenly seen the royal city, I realize what true prosperity is.

No wonder so many disaster victims are fleeing south; life there is truly enviable.

The place was bustling with activity, with crowds thronging the streets and alleys.

Outside, a moat about eighty feet wide flowed quietly, like a silent guard protecting this huge capital city.

The two rode their horses across the bridge. Abdo was acquainted with the captain guarding the city, and they started chatting as soon as they met.

Wutong sat on horseback, looking around in amazement at the bustling streets and ancient buildings of the city. She felt like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, finding everything new and exciting.

"Let's go, let's go, what are you staring at like an idiot for?"

Abdo came over and whipped her horse's rump.

Wutong's body suddenly lunged forward, and in the chaos, she grabbed the reins, barely managing to steady herself and avoid falling off the horse.

However, the horse was startled and galloped along, with people everywhere in front of it. If it wasn't careful, it would crash into people and fall over.

Wutong rode extremely dangerously, almost scared out of her wits several times, but Abuduo remained calm and followed behind her on horseback, occasionally giving her a lash with his whip.

"General...where are we going to ride to?" Wutong asked, on the verge of tears, her heart pounding with fear.

You need a driver's license to drive, so this is like forcing a duck onto a shelf. If she hits and kills someone, she'll never have a peaceful life again.

Abdo laughed loudly, "It'll be here soon!"

After saying that, he lashed out with the whip again.

The horse seemed to have been given a burst of energy; it neighed and ran much faster than before.

"Help... help..."

Wutong was so jostled around that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He lay sprawled on the horse's back like mud, repeating only one word over and over.

Suddenly, a carriage appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

Wutong sat up in fright and tried desperately to pull on the reins, but she was too strong and the horse wouldn't listen to her at all, charging straight ahead!

"what!"

Abdo overtook her, jumped off, grabbed the horse's front hooves with both hands, and lifted it up, stopping its momentum!

Before Wutong could react, she unfortunately fell off the horse and was about to land headfirst when a warm and large hand reached out and steadily supported her back.

She landed with great difficulty, stood up and was about to thank him when a flash of black light appeared before her eyes and he was gone.

She looked up in a daze and saw two large stone lions. Between the lions were more than ten steps, and on the steps, three people were walking inward.

The two men behind him were dressed as guards, with long swords at their waists, while the leader was dressed in a black brocade robe.

His long, black hair hung down his back. He was tall and muscular, and even though you couldn't see his face, you could feel his powerful aura.

Almost instantly, the image of the person Wutong had seen in Zhoujia Village flashed into her mind.

They look so alike!

Abdo subdued the horse, had it tied up, and then came over and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "Still not ready to come to your senses? That was really dangerous. Luckily, I grabbed the horse's leg in time, or things would have gotten much worse."

Wutong didn't hear a word he said and murmured, "Who is that person?"

"Ok?"

She raised her hand and pointed.

Abdo exclaimed in surprise, "You don't recognize this? It's our King of Southern Xinjiang!"

"The King of Southern Xinjiang?"

Sure enough it was him!

Abdo said, "You can mess with anyone in the world, but you can't mess with him. Be careful once you're inside."

Wutong hummed in agreement, staring blankly at the receding figure.

She sensed that there was some kind of connection between the two of them, but no one could say for sure what it was.

The Prince's Mansion is magnificent yet elegant, dignified and grand, with a well-organized layout, exquisite craftsmanship, and interwoven pavilions.

Upon entering, three completely different scenes come into view.

One is a magnificent hall, which is the main residence of the Prince's Mansion, with a glazed tile roof reflecting the brilliant sunset.

Secondly, it is a beautiful garden, with exotic flowers in full bloom and lush trees.

The third courtyard is a unique and elegant residence of the prince, with its layout harmonious and luxurious.

When Wutong was a student, she visited many ancient buildings thanks to the school's convenient location. Now, seeing the Southern Xinjiang King's Palace, she was still deeply impressed.

This is definitely not something that an ordinary wealthy family could build; every design element embodies profound aesthetic skill.

Having money isn't scary; what's scary is having money and culture.

Abdo was clearly not a first-timer here; he walked in with practiced ease and went straight into the main hall.

A middle-aged man who looked like a butler was waiting there. As soon as he entered, he came up to him and said, "General Abdo, my apologies for not recognizing you."

Abuduo laughed heartily and said, "Steward Duan Wen, you seem to be getting younger and younger these past few days."

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