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

Unexpectedly, she prepared a wonderful surprise.

"Ruolan, come quick! There's millet here!"

Ruolan wiped away her tears and ran over to see what was happening. She saw that Wutong had moved the large water vat, and underneath it was a vat buried in the ground.

The jar lid was opened, revealing it to be filled with golden millet.

Mother actually had this trick up her sleeve!

Having something to eat makes me feel less hopeless.

Ruolan picked up a handful of rice and asked with a troubled expression, "How are we supposed to eat this?"

Wutong thought for a moment and said, "We need to remove the shells. We don't see any shelling tools at home, but we guess other people have some. Let's go out and borrow some now."

The two men put the lid back on the jar and walked to the gate of the courtyard, but they didn't know which house to go to.

Wutong definitely couldn't borrow from her aunt; she didn't want to be threatened by her.

Let's try it at a few other households...

They thought borrowing something would be a simple matter, but to their surprise, the neighbors immediately closed the door as soon as they saw them, refusing to let them in and saying "bad luck, bad luck" as if they were a plague.

After circling the village completely without finding anything, Ruolan lost confidence and asked, "What should we do?"

How to do?

People thrive when they move, but trees die when they move; you can't let a layer of rice husks hold you back.

Wutong pulled her home: "If you won't lend it, then don't lend it. We'll grind it ourselves with stones!"

The two returned home, found stones, and smashed the rice grains one by one, taking out the broken rice grains to cook porridge.

The rice was so finely broken that the porridge was as thin as water.

While sitting together for dinner, Ruolan's tears started falling again.

"Why us? Why us of all people? I should be abroad by now... Waaah..."

Unable to find words to comfort her, Wutong poured half of her rice porridge into her bowl.

Ever since he learned the correct direction to leave the village, Wutong has been intentionally or unintentionally walking in that direction every day, trying to explore the way and prepare for the future.

That day, as usual, she walked towards the mountainside, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

My aunt's son, whom she called Gen Ge'er.

It wasn't planting season, yet Genge was carrying a sack of rice on his shoulder. Upon seeing Wutong, he hurriedly took a detour without even saying hello, as if deliberately avoiding her.

Wutong became suspicious and went to her field to take a look. She found that the once barren field had been cultivated, and the soil that had been turned up was covered with dew.

what 's wrong?

After thinking it over carefully, she realized that things might not be so simple, so she lost interest in exploring the area and turned back home.

We must talk to Ruolan!

Unexpectedly, she had only gone halfway when she saw Ruolan running towards her in a panic, panting and calling out, "Wutong! Wutong!"

"what happened?"

"Something terrible has happened! My great-aunt...she's brought people to tear down our courtyard wall!"

Wutong's expression changed drastically, and she grabbed her and ran home.

Before I even ran into the courtyard, I heard a loud crashing sound coming from inside, accompanied by my great-aunt's commands.

"Yes! Smash it here! Start smashing it from here!"

Wutong gritted her teeth, kicked the door open, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

The aunt standing by the wall turned around, surrounded by several male villagers.

"This is my wall, what's it to you?"

Wutong retorted, "This is clearly my wall!"

My great-aunt said, “You are too young to understand. This land was given to your family to build a house. Now that your parents are dead, and you treat me rudely and don’t respect me as your great-aunt at all, of course I have the right to take it back.”

"You say it's yours, so it's yours? Show me the proof!" Wutong said firmly.

"The whole village is my proof! They all know this land is mine, don't they, everyone?"

At her great-aunt's shout, many people echoed her, but they all lowered their heads and no one dared to look Wutong and Ruolan in the eye.

Wutong was clearly up to something; it was definitely her great-aunt taking advantage of their age to forcibly seize the land!

But in those days, there were neither police stations nor property certificates, so she couldn't find a way to resist.

Since you're not going to reason with her, then she has no reason to reason with you either!

Wutong released Ruolan's hand and walked towards the kitchen expressionlessly, leaving everyone with an angry back view.

The crowd looked at each other, wondering what she was going to do.

Auntie tried to pull Ruolan to her side: "Ruolan, don't blame Auntie, I'm doing this all for your own good..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wutong had already come out, carrying a heavy wood-chopping knife in her hand.

She walked up to the crowd, stuck the knife into the ground, and said sternly, "Anyway, my parents are dead, and it's just the two of us sisters left. We have no ties. If anyone dares to touch this courtyard wall today, I'll fight them to the death!"

Once the words were spoken, some people backed down, while others became restless.

The most vehement reaction came from my great-aunt.

She stood in front of the parasol tree with her hands on her hips, looking like she didn't believe in anything.

"So, you dare threaten me now? Come on, try and chop me! If you've got the guts, come and chop me!"

Wutong gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife, and chopped at her leg!

A person nearby quickly reached out and pulled the aunt away.

The blade of the machete grazed my aunt's clothes, making a "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.

My aunt finally managed to stand up, but she was so frightened that her legs trembled and cold sweat poured down her face. Her sallow face turned pale with fright.

"Wutong, you ungrateful wretch, you...you really dare to cut me..."

Wutong stared coldly at her, her hand holding the wood-chopping knife trembling uncontrollably behind her back.

She was afraid, but she couldn't give up.

“I told you so long ago, but you wouldn’t believe me.”

"Fine, you just wait, you'll regret this in a couple of days! You just wait!"

The aunt gave a wink to someone nearby, who quickly helped her out.

With the people in charge gone, the others naturally dispersed as well.

The courtyard, which had been incredibly crowded just moments before, was now empty except for the two sisters.

"Wutong, you were too impulsive! How could you kill someone?"

Ruolan sat down on the steps, clutching her head, her face filled with despair.

"Now we're completely doomed, what are we going to do now..."

With a thud, Wutong threw down the knife and staggered into the house.

That night, when they were going to bed, Ruolan brought up the matter again.

"Wutong, you've gone too far. You've completely severed ties with your aunt. How are we supposed to live in the village now? What will people think of us?"

With her back turned, Wutong said angrily, "The one who turned against her was Auntie! Why should the villagers care about them? None of them are good people!"

"That's not how you say it..."

"Ruolan!"

Wutong interrupted her, asking seriously, "Can't you see? Auntie and her family are clearly trying to take our land! When Mother rolled down the dam, we almost drowned in the water tank. It must have been them who did it!"

Ruolan was stunned for a moment, then said, "There's no evidence to support this..."

Wutong recounted what she had seen in the fields today.

Ruolan burst into tears, looking pitiful as she hugged her shoulders.

"They are so unreasonable..."