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

Ruolan said, "We don't know either, what do you think, Auntie?"

When her great-aunt saw that she had actually taken her opinion into consideration, she beamed with joy, took her fair hand, and said, "You've really come to the right person! I have some fantastic news to tell you!"

Amazing news?

"It's a huge pit, isn't it?" Wutong snorted.

Auntie didn't mind and said to Ruolan, "Do you remember Master Zhou's lame son? He came back a couple of days ago. He didn't pass the provincial examination, and his wife hasn't gotten pregnant for several years. Master Zhou is planning to take in two maids for him to bring good luck."

Ruolan asked, "Girl?"

My aunt said, "Yes, although you won't have a formal title now, if you get pregnant, you can become a concubine! And if it's a son, then Master Zhou's estate will be yours!"

She spoke with great enthusiasm, as if she were truly incredibly lucky.

The two men's faces darkened upon hearing this.

Marrying a cripple and becoming a maidservant who brings good luck, even worse than a concubine, is that a good thing?

Wutong stood up, walked over, pulled away the hand that her aunt was holding onto Ruolan, and pushed her out.

My aunt exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, what are you trying to do?"

“My sister and I are doing quite well. We don’t want to get married, and we especially don’t want to marry the same man. Thank you for your help.”

After Wutong finished speaking, she slammed the door shut.

Auntie was so angry she was jumping up and down outside: "Wutong, you brat! You've taken my kindness for granted! Ruolan, don't follow her example. Think about it carefully, this opportunity is rare! If it weren't for your good looks, I might not have been willing to tell you!"

Ruolan looked at her hesitantly: "Auntie..."

Wutong grabbed her and pulled her inside, preventing any possibility of them talking: "Auntie what? There's no point in talking to someone like that! Let's cook!"

Back in modern times, Ruolan was always soft-hearted and was relentlessly pursued by shameless suitors. Several times, it was Wutong who helped her escape.

Now that we're in ancient times, the two of them depend on each other for survival. We can't let her be tricked into being sold!

"Wutong..."

Ruolan shook off her hand, sighed heavily, went into the house, picked up a cloth bag, and threw it in front of her. The bag was filled with rice, with only a thin layer left at the bottom.

Ruolan's eyes were heavy.

"This is our last rice."

Before they transmigrated, both of them came from well-off families and never had to worry about food or clothing. But now, the biggest problem they faced was not their great-aunt or the villagers, but how to avoid starving to death.

Wutong stood silently for a while, then squatted down to pick up the bag and went to the kitchen to start a fire.

"Let's eat. Only when we're full can we come up with a solution."

Ruolan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around, and went into the house.

After lunch, Wutong suggested going for a walk along the edge of the village to explore the terrain.

Ruolan said she didn't have the strength to walk, so she might as well stay home and find an opportunity to chat with her neighbors and get more information.

Wutong could tell she was in a bad mood, so she didn't insist and went out on her own.

The village is indeed small, surrounded by high mountains on three sides, with ancient trees reaching the sky, lush and verdant, their age unknown.

The other side is completely blocked by a dam. There is some open space to walk on, but it is too long and too far, and you can't see the end of it.

Unless they have horses like that group of people that day, they would likely starve to death halfway there.

Wutong strolled along casually, deliberately wandering towards the fields, hoping to find some wild fruit or something to make do with a meal.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, I found nothing.

This place seems to be located in the far south, and it's not so desolate that not a blade of grass grows there, so why isn't there a single fruit tree...?

As she searched, a figure appeared in her sight. Wutong was startled and immediately hid behind a tree.

The man was rather bulky, wearing a long blue silk robe and a cloth hat. He walked with one shoulder higher than the other, reciting poetry as he walked around the edge of the field.

Tsk, this guy looks like... a cripple.

Could he be Master Zhou's son?

My aunt said he had just returned a couple of days ago, so he must know the way out.

She walked over without hesitation and said, "Hello."

The lame man was startled, turned around and saw her, glancing left and right.

Stop looking, I'm calling you.

Wutong smiled gently as she walked over and asked, "Excuse me, do you know which way to get outside?"

The lame man was surprised: "You're going to the city?"

"Yes."

"...You'd better not think about it."

Wutong asked, puzzled, "Why? Is there no way out?"

The lame man said, “There is a road, but you have to go over there and it will take five or six days to get to the main road. Even after you get to the mainland, you may not be able to flag down a car to enter the city. How can you, a woman, get out?”

Wutong looked in the direction he pointed and was overjoyed.

Now that we know which way to go, things are much easier!

"Thank you." She didn't intend to talk to the cripple any longer, so she thanked him and left.

The lame man looked at her suspiciously: "Why is your speech so strange? Hey! Whose daughter are you?"

Wutong waved goodbye and quickened her pace home.

The cripple stared intently at her back until he saw her open the courtyard gate, at which point he suddenly realized what was going on.

With his bright eyes and white teeth still vivid in his mind's eye, he muttered to himself, "Ruolan or Wutong? Never mind, I'm going to have both of them."

The first thing Wutong did upon returning was to find Ruolan.

Ruolan had gone to visit someone and didn't return until the afternoon. When Wutong found time to tell her about it, Ruolan's indifferent reaction disappointed her.

“Now that we know a way to get out, don’t you want to go out?” Wutong asked.

"Knowing this doesn't help. I've heard that there's fighting everywhere outside, so going out would just be suicide."

Wutong became increasingly aware of the differences in their philosophies, but said nothing.

But she never expected that asking for directions would cause such a chain reaction.

The next day, for some reason, my great-aunt came running over to them very excitedly early in the morning.

"Ruolan, Ruolan, you are so lucky!"

Now she deliberately stops calling Wutong by her name and only calls her Ruolan.

Ruolan was washing her face with a cloth when she asked, "What's wrong, Auntie?"

Aunt said, "Last night, Master Zhou sent someone to our house, saying that the young master has taken a liking to the two of you. If nothing unexpected happens, they will take the two of your maids."

Inside, Wutong pricked up her ears, listened to a sentence, and then pushed open the door and rushed out.

"What girl! We haven't even agreed to marry her yet!"

Do they intend to seize it by force?

The aunt scolded, "What marriage? Don't you know your place? You still want to get married? The Zhou family is willing to take you in as a maid, that's already a blessing from heaven, and you're still not satisfied?"

Even if God shits on her head, should she be eternally grateful?

That's outrageous! That's absolutely outrageous!

Wutong was furious and picked up Ruolan's wash water and splashed it on her aunt.

"Get out! We're not getting married! Get out, get out!"

My aunt was so frightened that she ran out of the yard and stood there cursing.

"Wutong, you shameless wretch! I'm only here to advise you for your own good. Your mother can't give birth to a son, and your daughter is so old and still not married. There must be something wrong with your brain! Just you wait and see, if you don't get married soon, the whole village will kick you out!"

"I don't believe your nonsense!"

Wutong slammed the door shut, turned around and said, "Don't let her in again..."

He stopped abruptly after speaking only halfway through his sentence.

Ruolan stood behind her, her face covered in tears.

"Wutong, this world is too hard. Should we really listen to our aunt?" she asked, her voice choked with emotion.

Wutong has a tough exterior but a soft heart; she can't stand seeing others cry, and once they start crying, she doesn't know what to say.

She helped Ruolan to a chair and comforted her with limited words: "Don't listen to her nonsense. Do you think the villagers would dare to do anything to us? They wouldn't."

Ruolan stopped crying and leaned back in her chair, silently shedding tears for the entire morning.

Wutong couldn't bear to watch, but couldn't persuade her, so she simply went to tidy up the house.