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

Chapter 9 Zhao Sanyang

Wutong said, "I'm sorry..."

"Never mind, where did we get to last time with the document?"

Wutong opened the leather bag on his back, glanced at it, and said, "The 139th letter, addressed to Magistrate Li Yuan of Lijia Town."

Abudo asked in confusion, "Who is Magistrate Li Yuan?"

Wutong: "..."

"Read it aloud."

For Abudo, the sound of the sycamore tree had a similar effect to a drug that made him fall asleep as he listened, and before he knew it, the whole morning had passed.

It was early autumn, and as the group walked through the fields, they were greeted by a sea of ​​golden hues and a pleasant breeze.

It is nearly a thousand miles from Wuxing City to Yuemen Pass, and even if you travel as fast as you can, it will take more than a month.

This wasn't Abdo's first time here, and he knew the journey was long and there was no rush. So around noon, he had the team stop for a short rest and lunch.

The team had brought cooks, and they immediately set up stoves and started cooking on an open space in the field.

Wutong tied the horse to the tree trunk, went to queue up, and received a bowl of thin porridge, a large steamed bun, and two pickled vegetables.

The steamed buns were meant to be eaten as dry rations, and they were dried until they were completely dry.

After finishing her porridge, Wutong went to gnaw on the steamed bun. She took a long time to chew each bite before swallowing it, and her cheeks ached from chewing.

There was so much left that we couldn't eat it all, but the horse wouldn't eat it, and it would be such a waste to throw it away. We were at our wits' end when a voice came from behind the tree.

If you can't eat it... can I have some?

Wutong turned her head to look and found a boy hiding behind the tree. He was probably a year or two older than her at that moment. He had delicate features, but his skin was a bit tanned. He was wearing the same soldier's uniform as her.

"Okay." Wutong handed over the steamed bun, which the other person immediately took gratefully, sat down next to her and started eating, crumbs falling down.

The cooks distributed food according to the number of people. The rations for ordinary soldiers were all the same. Boys at this age are always prone to hunger, so it's normal that they don't get enough to eat.

Before Wutong transmigrated, she had a younger brother. Seeing him reminded her of her own brother, who also had this kind of thin, boyish appearance.

However, while the younger brother was living a life of plenty at school, the other side was going to war and guard the border at a young age.

They were the same age but had different fates, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him, asking, "What's your name?"

"Zhao Sanyang, what about you?"

"Wutong, why do you have such a strange name?"

“My father raised sheep in the army camp. There were three men in my family, and I was the third oldest.”

It turned out to be like this...

Wutong nodded and asked, "Then why are you alone? Where's your father?"

"They died in battle."

"Where's Big Brother?"

"They died in battle."

"two……"

Wutong stopped talking and didn't ask any further questions.

Seeing the other person's feigned indifference, yet a hint of sadness lingered on their face, asking further would undoubtedly prick a sore spot.

He finished the steamed bun in a few bites, stood up, patted the crumbs off his legs, and said, "Thank you for the steamed bun. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance. By the way, your horse is too thirsty. You need to give it some water, otherwise it won't be able to run until tomorrow."

Wutong asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Zhao Sanyang smiled broadly: "I'm working as a groom in the barracks now."

He waved and walked into the line; his thin figure was quickly hidden from view.

Wutong scooped some water from the ditch to feed the horse, and the foal drank it and indeed regained a lot of its vitality.

After finishing a jar of wine, Abdo mounted his horse, and the group set off again.

The long time and journey, the daily repetition of yesterday's tasks, somehow passed very quickly.

Abdo was a generous man who treated himself and his soldiers well. Sometimes when they passed through towns, he would send his cooks in to buy vegetables and meat to provide extra meals for everyone.

When Wutong was walking, he would read documents to Abuduo, and when it was time to eat, he would go to Zhao Sanyang and give him all the food he couldn't finish.

Over the course of a month, I became increasingly familiar with both of them.

In ancient times, without clocks, keeping track of the days became an exceptionally difficult task for the phoenix tree.

She could only see the sunrise and sunset, but had no way of figuring out what day it was or how many days had passed since she set off.

Every day, the moment she opened her eyes, she was on the road. Her buttocks were rubbed raw by the horse's back, and sometimes she even had the illusion that she would live like this for the rest of her life.

Abudo is impatient, but he is experienced, so he is much calmer than her.

One day, Wutong couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "General, how many more days will it take us to get there?"

Abudo glanced at her sideways: "Tired?"

Wutong scratched her neck: "I want to take a bath..."

They passed many rivers along the way, and many soldiers jumped in to take a good bath. Abdo was always the one leading the way.

You can't go down to the sycamore trees. At most, you can let the rain wash you off. I felt like I was stuffy and stale all the way here, and I didn't even want to smell anything.

Abdo said, "Just hang in there. Once the Moon Gate is closed, you'll have plenty of opportunities to not only take a bath, but even wash your blankets and underwear."

Wutong was skeptical about this.

Yuemen Pass is a border pass where two countries meet. It is said that on the other side of the pass is the fierce and warlike Eastern Qi.

Border areas are often located in desolate places, where not a blade of grass grows and birds don't even poop.

Will the living conditions be good over there?

The following evening, it was almost time to stop our journey and set up camp for rest.

After finishing reading the documents, Wutong tidied up and planned to dismount and go to sleep as usual.

Unexpectedly, a scout rode back on horseback.

"Report! General, Dagua Town is just ten miles ahead!"

Abdo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he turned around and shouted, "Keep going! We'll reach Dagua Town tonight!"

"Yes!"

The caravan continued its long march forward. Wutong was a little confused, thinking that this time it would be the same as before, where they would stop in towns to replenish their food and water.

It wasn't until she had walked about five miles that the outline of Dagua Town began to appear in front of her, and she realized that it was very different from the towns she had seen before.

This place is close to the Gobi Desert, and the road ahead is desolate; we haven't seen a river for many days.

Dagua Town, however, was a verdant paradise. Outside the town, trees or something else had been planted, and layers upon layers of walls surrounded the town, making it seem like a fairyland in such a desolate place.

There's no river nearby, so how can anything be grown?

Wutong had some doubts.

As I got closer, a gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the fragrance of flowers and fruits that was refreshing and delightful.

Grapes, cantaloupe, pears...

Countless fruits blend together to create a flavor called—happiness.

The group, as if injected with adrenaline, waved the reins and shouted, "Charge! Big Melon Town, here we come!"

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