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

Chapter 7 Going to empty the chamber pot

The soldier kicked him away and raised his fist to hit Wutong again.

"Stop it, all of you!"

With a loud shout, a majestic yellow horse charged into the crowd, and a god-like figure jumped off the horse.

In the entire town of Dagua, everyone recognized the horse and the person.

Everyone spontaneously made way for him.

The soldier froze in fright, his fist awkwardly hanging in the air.

Wutong struggled to open her eyes, and after recognizing the person who had come, she murmured, "General... why are you here?"

Abdo snorted, walked up to her, and kicked the two soldiers away one after the other, saying, "I heard someone is looking for me, do you think I'll come or not?"

Wutong wanted to say thank you, but the pain in her chest was too intense, and with a gasp, she coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Abdo frowned at her and questioned the two men, "Did you do this?"

Even the blind man could see at this moment that Wutong's relationship with him was unusual.

The two men were so frightened that they immediately knelt down and kowtowed desperately: "General, this is a misunderstanding, General! We didn't mean to... It's all our fault..."

Suddenly, one of them pointed at the boy and cursed viciously, "It's all his fault! If it weren't for this stinking thing, we would never have started fighting."

Abudo squinted at the boy, who shivered in fright at his imposing manner and strange appearance.

He burst out laughing.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of his intentions.

Abdo stopped laughing and asked, "Whose organization are you under?"

One person hesitated to speak, while the other gritted his teeth and whispered, "Under the command of Commandant Wu."

He pulled out a money pouch and said, "Someone just found this and brought it to me. Take a look, is it the one you lost?"

The two men took it hesitantly, saying, "Yes...yes..."

“Street fighting is punishable by death, but I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll spare your lives. Now go find Wu Datou and ask him for work.”

"Work?" the two asked, puzzled.

Abudo said, "I'll be emptying the town's chamber pots for a whole month."

Upon hearing this, the people cheered.

In the past, we had to rely on our own efforts to empty chamber pots and pans, but now that people are helping us voluntarily, isn't that wonderful?

On the other hand, the two men had faces as sour as night soil, yet they couldn't say no.

In this Moon Gate Pass, who would dare to go against Abuduo? Wouldn't they be courting death?

They walked heavily to receive their punishment. Abdo looked at Wutong and asked, "How was it?"

Wutong rubbed his chest: "I won't die."

Abudo put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Then come back with me. We just hunted a wild goat from beyond the Great Wall. We'll all have a special meal together tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the sycamore tree forward.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Wutong walked quite a distance before turning back to see the boy kneeling on the ground, earnestly kowtowing three times in her direction.

My heart was extremely shocked.

Poverty is not a sin.

Wutong had an urge to speak to Abudo, but after glancing at his enthusiastic face, she suppressed the thought.

Back at the general's mansion, Abdo went drinking with the soldiers, while Wutong found the doctor in the mansion and asked him to examine her injuries.

Although those punches were heavy, fortunately the opponent was just an ordinary person without martial arts skills, so he was able to recover almost completely after two days of rest.

The doctor also gave her some blood-tonifying medicine to take home and make soup. Wutong thanked him and left with the medicine.

In the evening, the whole roasted lamb was placed on the table, and everyone took their seats.

Abudo glanced around and asked, "Where's Wutong? Why isn't she here?"

Lieutenant Li said, "General, Wutong was injured when he returned, so it is not advisable for him to drink alcohol or eat meat."

Abdo said unhappily, "What a spoilsport!"

Wu Datou said, "General, it's inconvenient for Wutong, a mere guard, to sit down. Let us drink with you. I'll drink first as a sign of respect."

He tilted his head back, picked up a large bowl the size of a washbasin, and drank it down in one gulp.

Abdo was immediately intrigued and clapped his hands, exclaiming, "Great drinking capacity!"

They drank until late at night.

As the crowd dispersed, Abdo shakily stood up. A guard stepped forward to help him, but he pushed him away with one hand.

He strolled slowly toward the backyard, finally stopping at the door of a room. He let out a burp and shouted, "Wutong! Come out! Come practice your sword with me!"

The room was lit by candlelight, and the person inside was clearly still awake.

Abudo waited for a while, but no one opened the door. He became impatient and kicked the door.

"Wu Tong!"

A series of clanging and clattering sounds came from inside the door, as if someone had kicked over a chair or fallen flat on their face.

Abudo frowned, pressed his ear against the door, and the door opened the instant he did.

Wutong looked at him nervously, her face hidden beneath her messy, bird's-nest-like hair: "General...why are you here?"

"I..." Abdo brandished his knife, but then changed his words: "I came to see you, how's your injury?"

Wutong said, "It's not a big problem, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

“Oh…” Abdo nodded, pointing at her nose and saying, “You better take good care of yourself and recover from your injury, do you hear me? After you recover, you still have to copy documents for me.”

Wutong chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, I will definitely take good care of it."

"Okay, then let's leave it at that..."

Abudu waved his hand, picked up his knife, and prepared to leave.

His massive, robust body was like a mountain, blocking out the moonlight in front of the door.

Darkness always makes people feel tense and afraid.

"General..." Wutong stepped forward and said, "Could I ask you for a favor?"

Abdo turned around curiously: "What is it?"

Wutong bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind, and stepped aside, pushing out the person who had been standing behind her since the door opened.

"General, could you please let me keep him?"

His short stature made him appear as if he were nothing but skin and bones.

The body was dressed in oversized clothes, with the trouser legs rolled up several times, yet still dragging on the ground.

A slender neck supports a large head, and on that head are two large, dark eyes that are watching him nervously and anxiously.

Abudo patted his head and remembered.

It's the boy who got beaten up on the street today because of Wutong.

"You want to keep him?" Abuduo asked Wutong.

Wutong nodded.

Do you know anything about him?

Wutong said, "...I understand."

"What's his name? Where is he from? Who are his parents?" The usually carefree Abdo was unusually cautious today.

One question after another left Wutong breathless.

She had actually asked the boy about these things earlier, but he wouldn't say a word.

If he can't even answer these basic questions, then Abdo definitely won't allow him to stay.

Wutong remembered that she had glimpsed a name on the prescription before opening the door and had casually used it.

“His name is Nanxing, he is from Hua’an County, and his parents are both dead.”

Hua'an County is a large city nearly 200 kilometers away from Dagua Town, with a population of tens of thousands. It shouldn't be surprising to find an orphan who has lost both parents.

After Wutong finished speaking, she held her breath and looked at Abudo, wondering if he would accept her answer.

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