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

Chapter Fei Slave Delivering Letters

Normally, copying an official document takes at most fifteen minutes, but writing this letter took her almost an hour.

At the end of the letter, Wutong asked her what style of wedding dress she liked, as he planned to give her a big surprise when he returned home.

"...I miss it so much over there. I finally managed to get such a high rank, but I don't know who inherited my Alipay balance. I haven't even received the phone I ordered yet... *crying* I can't go on anymore, I can't write anymore. I wish you all the best."

Signed: Wutong.

"Phew..." She stood up, stretched, then folded the letter again and again, carefully hiding it in her clothes, tidied up the inkstone and brush, blew out the lamp and went to sleep.

The next morning, Wutong took the letter and went to the camp to find Zhao Sanyang again.

When no one was around, she secretly slipped the letter to him and also put a piece of silver in his hand, whispering, "Please keep this a secret."

Zhao Sanyang paused for a moment, then immediately stuffed the silver back into her hand: "You're being too polite. Do we really need this kind of thing? I'll make sure you deliver this letter safely."

Wutong was very touched and, holding the silver coins, asked, "Aren't you worried about the contents of my letter?"

This is, after all, a military base, and in any dynasty, security is of paramount importance.

Her letter was perfectly fine, but she didn't tell Zhao Sanyang, so wasn't Zhao Sanyang afraid that she... was treasonous?

Zhao Sanyang smiled brightly, revealing a set of snow-white teeth that seemed out of place with his skin tone: "What you're saying... What kind of spy would try to get on the good side of a stable boy? Besides, I ate so many steamed buns from you for free, so it's only right that I send you a letter as a way of repaying you."

Wutong gave him a deep look, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore: "Good brother!"

"Good brother!" Zhao Sanyang patted her on the shoulder, picked up the bucket of beans, and went upstairs to feed the pigeons.

Ever since the letter was sent, Wutong has been eagerly awaiting its reply, waiting from the moment she wakes up until sunset every day.

However, as time went by, this anticipation grew stronger and stronger.

Pigeons can fly hundreds of kilometers a day, and Kunzhou, where Zhoujia Village is located, is only a few thousand kilometers away from Yuemen Pass. This means that the carrier pigeon can fly to Kunzhou in at most ten days.

There's been no response for so long, so there's probably no hope. Zhoujia Village is too remote after all.

At first, Wutong would go to the military camp every day to inquire whether Zhao Sanyang had received a reply. Later, worried that going too frequently would cause trouble for people, he changed to going every two or three days, and gradually stopped going altogether.

The fruits and vegetables in Dagua Town are delicious, and she has no worries about food and clothing. Her job is also very easy, and she is so bored that she feels like weeds are growing every day.

One evening, she couldn't hold back any longer and asked Abdo during dinner, "General, there aren't any documents to copy lately, so why don't you assign me some other work?"

Abudo glanced at her and laughed, "You're interesting. You're not satisfied with being idle?"

Wutong scratched her head sheepishly. Her hair had grown back quite a bit during this time, but to avoid being noticed, she had cut it short again with her dagger and hid it messily inside her hat.

"Everyone is working, I feel ashamed."

Abudo said, "It's not that you can't find work, but you're as skinny as a monkey. What can you do? Even carrying a sandbag would be considered torture. Guarding the city gate would only embarrass me."

This is indeed a problem. Wutong really wants to get stronger, but with her current age and female gender, she simply can't become strong. No matter how much she eats, she can only become a fat person and can't become a muscular Barbie.

Lieutenant Li was also eating with them when he heard this and said, "If Wutong wants to work, she doesn't necessarily have to go to training or guard the city. It would be good to help out in the mansion and do some odd jobs."

Odd jobs...

His mention reminded Wutong of a type of work, and she asked, "Do I have to work in the manor? Can I go to the barracks?"

She could feed the horses with Zhao Sanyang; since she was waiting for news anyway, being with him would ensure she received it as soon as possible.

"You want to go to the barracks?" Wu Duwei, who was also at the dinner table, was the same Wu Datou who opened the door for them that night. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He and Lieutenant Li were Abdu's right-hand men. Lieutenant Li was more educated and in charge of literature, while Abdu was more unruly and in charge of martial arts.

Li Duwei was closer to Abuduo on ordinary days, so when Abuduo went to southern Xinjiang this time, he took Li Duwei with him, leaving Wu Datou to guard Dagua Town.

Wutong was rather afraid of Li Duwei, and also had a spontaneous sense of awe towards Wu Datou, who was of the same rank as him. He stammered, "W-what's wrong?"

Did she say something wrong?

Just as he was getting nervous, Wu Datou chuckled and said, "It's nothing. It's just that I usually see you only copying books, so it's a bit strange that you want to work in the barracks."

Abuduo laughed heartily, patted Wutong on the shoulder, and almost knocked her over onto the table.

“Wu Datou, don’t underestimate this guy. He saved my life in the Southern Frontier.”

Wu Datou exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!" and asked, "How were you saved?"

Abudu is tall and strong, even more robust than two sycamores combined. It seems more like he's the one who saved the sycamores.

Abdo said mysteriously, "He made a sound."

Wu Datou asked, puzzled, "Did he call out once?"

Abuduo hummed in response, refusing to explain to him no matter how curious he was.

Li Duwei acted as if he were invisible, keeping his head down and eating his food.

The sycamore tree, ashamed, wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.

She's probably the only one who would save a life in such a bizarre way.

This honor came so unexpectedly that she was almost hesitant to accept it.

Distracted by Wu Datou, she dared not mention going to the barracks to do odd jobs again. There were already enough people in the manor to do odd jobs, so there was no need to add another person. In the end, when the meal was almost over, Wutong still did not have a new job.

The next morning, she was half asleep when she heard someone banging loudly on the door.

"Wutong! Come out quickly! Wutong!"

Startled, she sat up, put on her coat, and went to open the door. When she opened it, she saw Abdo standing outside in full armor, holding his knife, looking very spirited.

"Hurry up and get dressed, I'm taking you to patrol the city walls today."

Wutong was overjoyed: "Really?"

Abuduo ruffled her messy hair: "Are you kidding me? I don't have time for that. Hurry up, I'll wait for you at the gate. I'll leave as soon as the time is up."

"Hey!"

Wutong responded and hurriedly went to wash up.

She had no armor, so she had to continue wearing the coarse cloth soldier's clothes and a cloth hat. Just before leaving, she caught a glimpse of the short sword hanging on the wall, went over to take it down, tucked it into her waistband, and strode out with a proud and imposing air.

We're going on patrol, and it's at Yuemen Pass, the border between the two countries. Just thinking about it is exciting.

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