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

The three of them entered the main room and sat down around a greasy eight-immortal table.

This house was passed down to Niu Laosan by his father. He lived in it his whole life and never felt anything was wrong with it, but today he just felt uncomfortable.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Duan Yanxi was too tall and the ceiling of the main room was too low, so he looked like a wooden pole standing there, making the room seem much larger.

Niu Laosan clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Zhou, are you really a scholar? With that height, you'd be more than qualified to be a general."

He's more than qualified to be a general... no, he doesn't care to be a general at all.

Duan Yanxi thought to himself that the more he looked at Niu Laosan, the more stupid he seemed. He didn't know how to read people's expressions. In the past, he wouldn't even be qualified to empty Niu Laosan's chamber pot.

Niu Laosan couldn't understand his subtle hints, but Ruolan clearly grasped Duan Yanxi's feelings and took the initiative:

"Yes, his father was tall, and the whole family is tall, but unfortunately none of them know martial arts."

Niu Laosan asked, "What kind of business did you do back in your hometown?"

"He can write, and he often writes family letters and Spring Festival couplets for people. He also teaches at the academy."

"So he was a schoolteacher after all, I never would have guessed..." Niu Laosan looked at Duan Yanxi's cold face and felt that he was different from Ruolan.

But who says a schoolteacher can't be tall and aloof? He was once praised for having the appearance of someone destined for wealth when he was young, but now he still has to roll up his trousers and go to the fields to plant rice seedlings.

But the two men's demeanor was indeed extraordinary. Niu Laosan had traveled all over the country and had never seen anyone with such a demeanor before.

Life in Niutou Village was incredibly dull, and he was quite interested in them, asking them a long series of questions.

Ruolan answered each question thoroughly, with a clear beginning and end, and every detail was perfectly matched, leaving no room for error.

She answered questions while simultaneously comforting the awakened emperor, handling the situation with ease.

Duan Yanxi couldn't help but look at her with newfound respect, secretly thinking how fortunate he was that he hadn't poisoned her along with him.

When Niu Laosan saw that his wife hadn't brought the noodles yet, he got up and went to the kitchen to check, telling them to sit in the main room for a while.

No sooner had he left than Duan Yanxi asked:

How did you manage to make up so much?

Ruolan teased the emperor with the tip of her hair, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "Making up stories? I didn't make up a single word; it's all the truth."

"Do you think I'm deaf?" Duan Yanxi was speechless.

Ruolan smiled and said in a low voice, "Because there was originally a Pearl, but she was my former maid and died a long time ago."

"So, Zhou Pan'an also exists?" Duan Yanxi narrowed his hawk-like eyes and pressed, "Who is he?"

Ruolan looked down at Huang's round, dark eyes and casually said, "He's a horse feeder."

"Hu."

"Fine, don't believe me if you don't want to."

"I command you to tell me the truth."

Orders? Who cares about his orders now?

Ruolan scoffed indifferently. Duan Yanxi had long wanted to teach her a lesson, so he grabbed her wrist and tightened his grip.

"Ah... let me go..."

Ruolan cried out softly in pain, her delicate brows furrowing.

Duan Yanxi said, "To tell you the truth."

"I won't, you bastard."

"No."

The two embraced and began arguing loudly. Unable to win the argument, Ruolan punched him in the chest. Duan Yanxi, shielding his wound, became even more aggressive, pulling her close, burying his face in her chest, and then…

"Cough cough." Two coughs came from the doorway.

The two quickly separated. Ruolan, her cheeks flushed, looked up and saw Bao'er's mother standing there with two bowls of noodles, looking at them with a pout.

"I'm sorry... we were just playing around."

"Coming to someone else's house to play this kind of game, how shameless!"

Bao'er's mother came over and put the noodles on the table. Sure enough, there was an egg in each bowl.

Ruolan thanked her, but she ignored her and instead asked Duan Yanxi:

"Brother Zhou, do you think this is enough for tonight? If not, just ask your sister, and she'll make you more."

Duan Yanxi has been with dozens, if not hundreds, of women in his lifetime. Although he has never been truly in love with any of them, he has a thorough understanding of women's tricks.

He noticed Bao'er's mother's favoritism towards him immediately, but he was too lazy to pay attention. At this moment, his mood suddenly improved a lot, so he gave her a slight smile.

"it is good."

A simple smile, a simple word.

Bao'er's mother's heart, which had remained calm since her marriage, suddenly surged with emotion. Her legs went weak, and she stammered as she nodded, "That's good... What else would you like to eat?"

Duan Yanxi looked around the poor and dilapidated house and said listlessly, "There's nothing I want to eat."

"There should still be an evening market in town. Why don't I go buy some groceries and we can have a nice meal tonight?"

As soon as Bao'er's mother finished speaking, Niu Laosan walked in and overheard the conversation. He exclaimed in surprise, "It's so late! Are you still going to town? Won't you have to walk back in the dark? Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Bao'er's mother thought about it and agreed, then changed her mind and asked, "How about we kill that old hen and eat it? The meat might be a bit tough, but the soup will be very fragrant."

"Come on, we only have one chicken in the whole family." Old Niu asked, completely bewildered, "What's wrong with your wife today?"

Ruolan picked up the bowl and took a bite of noodles:

"Sister-in-law's cooking is really good, you don't need to be so polite. We are so lucky to have met Third Brother, otherwise we would have starved to death on the road. There is no need to be so particular."

Bao'er's mother looked at Duan Yanxi and, seeing that he didn't seem to want to eat chicken, gave up.

"Alright then, you guys have noodles, there's more in the pot if you're not full... By the way, where are they sleeping tonight?"

Niu Laosan said, "There's an ancestral hall in the village that's been empty. It has a front room and a back room, so you can just move a bed there and sleep. I was thinking of waiting for my older brother and the others to come back and ask them. If they have no objections, then let the two of them stay in the ancestral hall for a while. They can cook their own meals or eat with us."

"What if they don't agree?"

“Then you can squeeze in at our place. You women can sleep in the room, and Brother Zhou and I will sleep on the floor outside.”

When Duan Yanxi heard that he was going to sleep with him, his face darkened. Fortunately, the room was dimly lit and he couldn't see clearly.

Bao'er's mother said excitedly, "Okay, then I'll go ask my older brother now. They went to the reservoir to catch fish today, and they're probably on their way now."

She was about to run out when Niu Laosan grabbed her.

"What's the rush? They're going home anyway, let's keep Brother Zhou and Pearl company for a while."

The two sat down at the octagonal table, watched them eat noodles, chatted with them about everyday things, and even asked whether Duan Yanxi's father was still alive, clearly believing the lie Ruolan had made up.

Duan Yanxi kept his head down and ate his noodles, avoiding speaking as much as possible. This made things difficult for Ruolan, who was extremely careful with every word she uttered, afraid that inconsistencies in her speech would give her away.