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

Chapter 1 Almost Exposed

Wutong's appetite was whetted, and she sat down at the table to eat by the light of the candle.

Halfway through her meal, she remembered the large chicken cutlets, braised pork knuckles, and braised pork belly that she used to love, and a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.

People's bottom line can really drop infinitely. She never thought that she would think that a few dishes would be a sumptuous meal.

However, in this chaotic world, having food and drink is a blessing.

I wonder how Ruolan is eating these days. The Zhou family isn't exactly poor, but they're not exactly rich either.

Can she, who married into the family as a concubine, receive normal treatment?

Zhou Pan'an was the kind of guy who would even point his finger at his own wife and call her an "old hen."

Looking at the boiled pork in the bowl, she really wanted to take it to her so that no one would suffer.

After finishing her meal, she took her bowl outside to fetch water to wash it herself, and also boiled a pot of water to take a bath.

There are no rivers near Dagua City, but there is abundant groundwater; water can gush out from any hole you dig, which is why the agricultural industry is thriving.

Finally lying in bed, she realized that for the past month, she had been either sitting on horseback or lying on the muddy ground, and her body was almost falling apart from exhaustion.

In addition, the grass in the wild is home to many field mice, snakes and other creatures, but the most troublesome thing for the sycamore is the tick.

She had never seen this thing before in modern times. One day, she woke up to find a string of blood tumors hanging on her leg, which terrified her. In the end, under the guidance of Lieutenant Li, she pulled them out one by one and crushed them, and treated the wound with herbs.

The wound still leaves marks, rings of red patches, like a rash.

Li Duwei even told her to take off her clothes so he could check if she had any on her back. It took Wutong a lot of effort to persuade him.

Afterwards, my forehead was covered in cold sweat; my true gender was almost exposed. It was a close call.

When you're too tired, the moment your head hits the pillow, sleepiness washes over you.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

There was no rooster in the manor, and Wutong didn't know what time it was, only that it was already dawn. Worried that Abuduo or Lieutenant Li might be looking for him, he quickly put on his clothes and went out.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the sky was a grayish-white. Wisps of smoke were rising from the kitchen, indicating that a cook had already started preparing food.

The courtyard was empty, and the banquet hall still contained the wine jars left over from last night.

Wutong circled around and saw a guard. He asked, "Where is General Abdo?"

The man said, "The general has gone to rest. What do you want with him?"

"Let me see if there's anything I can do for you."

"You don't need to look anymore. The general only went to sleep an hour ago and won't wake up until the afternoon."

"That's it...thank you."

The two said goodbye, and the guard went about his business, leaving Wutong standing blankly in the courtyard.

Abdo is still asleep. What should she do now?

If I go back to sleep, I won't be able to sleep; if I wander around the yard, I'm worried about getting into trouble.

Just then, a shout came from outside the courtyard wall, as if a vendor was hawking his wares along the street.

Wutong had a sudden inspiration. It was her first time in Dagua Town, so why not... go out for a stroll?

Wutong acted immediately, running back to her room, finding the few pieces of silver, and heading out with them.

Not far from the General's Mansion is the main street, where people are used to going to bed early and getting up early. As soon as it gets light, the street is already lined with a long row of stalls.

Strolling around Wutong, everything felt new and exciting.

In Wuxing City, there were many stalls selling pancakes, noodles, and other trinkets on the street. But in Dagua Town, nine out of ten shops sell melons and fruits.

The fruits were sweet and cheap. Wutong spent the whole morning shopping and finally returned home with a full bag. She even had two pieces of silver left in her pocket.

Li Duwei happened to run into her and asked, "You went out?"

“Yes, let’s go out for a stroll. Lieutenant Li, here, have a pear.” Wutong replied with a grin, and took a pear out of the bag and tossed it to him.

Lieutenant Li caught it, wiped it with his sleeve, took a bite, and said, "Go in. Don't go too far. Just wait at the entrance of the General's residence, so he won't have trouble finding you."

"okay."

Wutong huffed and puffed as she put the bag into her room, washed the sweat off her face with cold water, wiped her face casually, and went to Abuduo's room, where she found a rock to sit on.

Abdo indeed slept until the afternoon before waking up. After eating, he picked up his knife, mounted his horse, and headed straight for the training ground.

Wutong kept Li Duwei's words in mind and followed him closely. She watched as he practiced martial arts in the training ground, wielding his broadsword with great skill and spirit. Wutong felt much more energetic.

Such excellent kung fu skills are not only cool to perform, but also effective in combat.

If only she had such skills! Back in Zhoujia Village, when her aunt tried to forcibly demolish their courtyard wall, she wouldn't have needed to carry such a clumsy wood-chopping knife. She could have just swept her leg and knocked her down, and then no one would dare to bully them.

The more she thought about it, the more it itched in her heart. Wutong drew the short sword that Abuduo had given her from behind her waist, grabbed it in her hand, and swung it around.

"hiss……"

Not only was his posture clumsy, but he also cut his wrist. Wutong was in so much pain that he let go of the short sword and gasped for breath while holding his wrist.

Abdo stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound, walked over to her, grabbed her wrist, looked at it, and then let go, saying, "What's this little injury?"

Wutong silently put her hands behind her back.

Abudo kicked the short sword, which flew into the air. Wutong quickly crouched down and caught it in a sorry state.

"A man should be self-reliant. If you want to learn martial arts, learn from me."

He dropped his broadsword, drew another short sword, and began to practice his swordplay.

Wutong seized the opportunity to learn from him, and soon she was panting heavily from exhaustion.

More than an hour later, the sunset painted the sky a deep red.

Abdo stopped what he was doing, shook his head, and clicked his tongue: "I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone as stupid as you. You really have no talent for martial arts at all."

Wutong: "...I'm sorry."

She was accepted by Abdo with nod, but as a soldier, she didn't even know how to use a sword, which embarrassed him.

Abdo said, "Alright, alright, I don't expect you to fight again. Let's go back to the manor. I've received quite a few documents while I've been away."

He tossed aside his short sword, picked up his broadsword, and mounted his horse. Wutong caught him and also mounted, and together they rode back to the general's mansion, bathed in the setting sun.

Far from the court and the people, guarding the city gate was Abdo's only job.

Every day after breakfast, he would lead his troops to patrol the city wall, while Wutong would stay in the general's mansion to handle his official documents, copying them word by word onto Xuan paper. When he returned for dinner, she would read them to him one by one. Sometimes, when Abuduo was in a good mood, he would reward her with a few pieces of silver, which Wutong saved up.

Abdo only accepts official documents but has never sent one out, not even a letter to the Prince's Palace to let him know he is safe, which is very strange.

One day, Wutong couldn't help but ask if she needed to write back. She had been there for a while and had learned simple phrases, so writing a letter wouldn't be a problem.

Abdo, however, said frankly, "It's unnecessary, there's no need for it."

Wutong asked, "General, aren't you afraid of gossip?" Target number 00a&bs said, "We look forward to your return at any time."

End of this chapter