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

Chapter 1 Robber Logic

Abudo said, "What are you afraid of? They all know I can't read. Since they know that, don't even think about asking for it back after they've sent it."

Wutong: "..."

This kind of robber logic again...

What's even more baffling is that after spending so much time with Abdo, she actually started to think that his arguments made some sense.

It's unclear how he managed to climb to the rank of general based on his straightforward personality. One can only say that the Southern King, who was his direct superior and the one who promoted him, must have been a very peculiar figure.

The King of Southern Xinjiang... Whenever she thought of that name, she thought of the King of Southern Xinjiang's mansion, and whenever she thought of the King of Southern Xinjiang's mansion, she couldn't help but think of that night.

More than a month has passed, but the memory remains vivid, as if it happened just yesterday, etched deeply in my mind.

She didn't know how much longer she would have to endure before she could forget about it. The only saving grace was that her period came normally this month.

To this end, she secretly stole a lot of cotton from the military supply truck and secretly ran into the bushes to deal with this troublesome matter.

She had processed most of the official documents, and with the ones she had brought back from Wuxing City, there was already a thick stack of them, many of which were useful and many of which were not.

Unable to distinguish between the wutong and the wutong, I simply went to the storeroom to get needles and thread, divided the Xuan paper into volumes according to the time of copying, bound them together with thread, and finally wrapped them in a large sheet of paper, wrote numbers on it, and placed them on the bookshelf in order.

With her work finished, Wutong had some free time again. The area around the city wall remained quiet, and Abuduo didn't have anything for her to do.

Wutong had nothing to do all day. In this day and age, there were no TVs or computers to pass the time. Abuduo was illiterate, so there wasn't even a decent book in the palace.

She was so bored that she remembered Zhao Sanyang, whom she had met on the march, and went to the camp to find him.

The camp was located on the south side of Dagua Town, right at the foot of Yuemen Pass, where the soldiers drilled every day, always ready for battle.

Zhao Sanyang said he was a stable boy who fed the horses, so as soon as Wutong entered the military camp, he ran straight to the stable.

Various tall horses were lined up and grazing there. Wutong searched around and finally spotted a strange face.

The man looked at her strangely: "What are you doing?"

Wutong tentatively asked, "I am the general's bodyguard. May I ask where Zhao Sanyang is?"

Once Abdo's name was mentioned, things became much easier in the military camp. The man quickly said, "He went to pick up Fei Nu."

"Jiefei Nu?"

“That’s right, right there…” The man walked out of the stable, pointed to a building, and said, “Right there.”

Wutong thanked him and walked in that direction.

The building was very tall, like a fortress. When Wutong reached the top of the stairs, before she could see anything, she heard a familiar cooing sound.

What does this mean?

She couldn't remember at all, so she quickened her pace and went up to take a look, and suddenly it dawned on her.

A flock of pigeons.

The rooftop is a large room with windows on all four sides. Inside the room are countless wooden shelves of varying heights, each with several pigeons perched on it. Pigeons are also flying towards this place from afar.

So this is Fei Nu.

Then look at the person standing in the middle of the flock of pigeons, untying the things tied to their legs one by one—who else could it be but Zhao Sanyang?

"Hey!"

Wutong called out to him and ran over.

Zhao Sanyang turned around happily: "Wutong, you've come."

"Hmm, what are you doing?"

"Take the letter. Fei Nu brought the documents from various places. I need to take them down and send them to the Prince's Palace."

So that's how the documents I copied every day came about. Wutong reached out and said, "Give them to me, I'll take them to you on my way back later."

Zhao Sanyang glanced at the sky and said, "Let's wait and see. There will probably be some left today."

Since Wutong had nothing else to do, she stayed here to keep him company while he waited.

Carrier pigeons are highly valued in military camps; they are all well-fed and plump, perched on their perches preening their wings.

There was a wooden bucket filled with beans nearby. Wutong casually grabbed a handful and fed it to the pigeons.

Looking at their legs, she suddenly thought of something and asked Zhao Sanyang, "Hey, can your pigeons bring letters back and also deliver them?"

Zhao Sanyang said confidently, "Of course, the pigeons I raise are top-notch!"

Wutong asked, "Can it be delivered anywhere?"

Zhao Sanyang said, "Uh... no, where do you want to send it?"

"Zhoujia Village." She hadn't contacted Ruolan since she left, and Ruolan didn't even know if she was alive or dead. If she could send a letter by carrier pigeon, that would be wonderful.

Unfortunately, Zhoujia Village was too obscure. Zhao Sanyang asked blankly, "Where is this?"

After thinking carefully about the terrain he saw after coming out, Wutong said, "It's by the Dingjiang River dam, in the Kunzhou area."

Zhao Sanyang said, "If it were Kunzhou, Fei Nu could indeed be sent there, but there are no troops stationed there. Whether she can be delivered to her depends on fate."

It was fate that brought her and Ruolan together to this place. Wasn't it all thanks to fate?

Wutong was overjoyed and made an appointment with Zhao Sanyang to ask him to do her a favor.

As evening fell, Wutong returned to the general's mansion with the document she had taken from the carrier pigeon's leg. She heard that Abudo was drinking with his men on the city wall that night and would be back later.

When she had a moment to spare, she ate something, took some paper and pen back to her room, closed the door, lit a candle, and began writing a letter.

The backyard was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves. The candlelight flickered in the breeze, casting a play of light and shadow in the room.

Wutong picked up his pen, paused for a long time, until the ink was almost dripping from the tip, but still couldn't figure out how to write the first sentence.

She put the brush back into the inkwell to moisten it, then rubbed her chin with her fingers, deep in thought.

How should this letter be written?

When they came out, Ruolan did not try to stop her, nor did she ask Ruolan to leave with her. The two of them went on to live their lives according to their own wishes.

If she describes her life outside too rosyly, it might seem like she's showing off. But if she describes it too poorly, it might seem like she regrets her choices and is complaining to others...

Although the two made different choices, she never doubted that Ruolan was her best friend.

After thinking for a while, Wutong decided to talk about her experiences after she came out, including both hardships and joys, as well as both efforts and gains.

Of course, the part that happened at the Prince's Mansion had to be erased.

She didn't want to think about it herself, let alone tell Ruolan.

End of this chapter