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

Chapter 5 Just a Beggar

With a confident smile, Nanxing put away his bow and arrows, stood upright in place, like a victorious general.

Wutong turned her gaze to Abudo, whose face was gloomy. He walked over without a word, grabbed the table, and casually threw it aside.

The wooden table, weighing dozens of kilograms, was like a small stool in his hands, revealing the scene behind it.

Outside the courtyard was another courtyard, and on the other side of the courtyard wall stood a tree with an arrow firmly stuck in the middle of its trunk.

It was clearly the one shot by Nanxing.

There were no other holes in the table; his arrow had been shot through the same hole that Abdo had made earlier, and it had hit the tree.

It's not scary to hit a table from dozens of steps away; what's scary is that it hits a hole less than two fingers wide and goes right through it.

Wutong stared in shock and couldn't help but clap her hands.

Abudo's expression turned even uglier.

Nanxing raised his chin and said, "So? Are you convinced?"

Abdo asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Nanxing returned the bow and arrows to Wutong and walked past him, saying, "Just a beggar."

Abudo was so angry that his face turned ashen. He watched Nanxing walk out of the yard, then kicked the table to pieces.

"Damn it!"

Wutong stood silently to one side, holding a bow and arrow in her hand, thinking that she was the one who should be cursing.

Damn it, everyone else is so capable, but she's the only useless one.

Despite his anger, Abudo didn't neglect teaching archery at all. After each patrol, he would pull Wutong over to practice for a while.

Dong Qi did not invade again, and Dagua Town returned to peace.

Under these circumstances, Wutong's archery skills improved by leaps and bounds, from not being able to draw the bowstring at all to being able to barely hit the table.

After she mastered the technique, Abdo stopped teaching her step by step. While she practiced archery, he would practice with his knife or sharpen his knife beside her.

Wutong admired how impressively he could wield a knife. One day, feeling itchy to try it herself, she ran over and borrowed a knife from him.

As a result, the man was dragged along by the knife, and accidentally knocked the knife against the whetstone, leaving a small cut on the blade.

Wutong was terrified and stood there holding the knife, completely at a loss.

Abudo cherishes this knife dearly. He cares about nothing but it, treating it like his lifeblood and cleaning it every day.

Sure enough, upon seeing the nick on the knife, he immediately slapped Wutong's head, snatched the knife, and held it with obvious distress, scolding, "You brat, are you blind?"

Wutong, who was initially feeling guilty, was provoked by his slap and said, "What does it matter? It's just a knife. I'll get you a better one later."

"Get a better one? You really don't know your place." Abdo shook his head, then suddenly laughed and poked her head like a ball: "You said it yourself, if you can't get one, don't blame me for being impolite."

Later, when she thought about it, she realized it was actually an ominous sign, but by then it was too late to change anything.

The peaceful days lasted for about a week before being disrupted by people sent by the Southern Border Royal Palace.

That day, Abuduo went out on patrol, and Wutong had nothing to do, so he took Nanxing to the yamen and led the city defense soldiers out for training.

The city defense soldiers were all young and strong, but they had been neglected for a long time and had been loafing around in the government office, just waiting to die.

Now that they've been put to training, Wutong has also asked Abuduo for some weapons and horses, which has greatly increased their combat effectiveness.

There is an open space below the city wall, which is used for stalls in the morning and evening, and left empty during the day.

Wutong used that place as a good training ground, spending several hours there every day.

Wu Datou's figure on the city wall has disappeared. He was captured a couple of days ago and taken to the market to be beheaded.

Several of his soldiers were also beheaded at the same time; they had all fled with him that day.

The shadow of murder had not yet faded from Wutong's heart, so she did not watch when he was beheaded. She heard from those who came back that Wu Datou cried very bitterly before he died.

Abdo's only remaining deputy is Lieutenant Li, and everyone is eager to become his new deputy.

Logically speaking, after that day, Wutong performed exceptionally well and received a reward, making her the best candidate for the new deputy general.

But because she was still a child and couldn't lift heavy objects, no one took her seriously.

Halfway through the training session that day, a commotion suddenly broke out at the city gate, and a soldier rode over on horseback.

Wutong was much more wary than before, and stopped him to ask, "What happened?"

The soldier said, "Nothing happened. It was someone from the Southern Xinjiang Royal Palace. I'm going to find General Abdo now."

The Southern Border Royal Palace?

In the past, any orders from that side were always sent by carrier pigeon; this was the first time they had personally sent a messenger.

Wutong led Nanxing toward the city gate, intending to watch the excitement.

Nanxing caught sight of a face in the crowd entering the city, and suddenly tensed up, becoming alert. She tugged at Wutong's clothes and said, "Let's go back."

Wutong asked in surprise, "Now?"

She hasn't even seen what the messenger looks like yet.

Nanxing nodded, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Seeing him like this for the first time, Wutong worried that he might be unwell, so she gave up her plan to watch the spectacle, disbanded the city defense troops, and took him back to the general's mansion.

About an hour after I got back, the front yard became lively, it seemed that Abudo had returned.

Wutong remained curious and wanted to know why the Prince's Mansion had suddenly sent someone. She said to Nanxing, "How about we go out and take a look? We'll come back after a quick look."

Nanxing hugged her knees and shook her head: "I'm not going."

The sycamore tree pouted in disappointment.

Nanxing added, "If you want to go, then go."

"Aren't you going?" Seeing his pale face, Wutong suggested, "I'll go and call a doctor for you."

Nanxing shook her head: "I'm not sick, I just don't want to go out."

"Okay... I just can't do anything with you." Wutong ruffled his hair, the gesture unconsciously carrying a hint of intimacy.

"You get some rest, I'll be back in a bit."

She got up and left the room. Nanxing watched her back and touched her hair, where the warmth of her fingertips still seemed to linger.

Wutong went to the front yard, which was indeed crowded with people, all peering into Abuduo's doorway as if watching a show.

Lieutenant Li came out and shooed them away: "Go away, get out of the way, what are you looking at!"

Wutong quickly seized the opportunity to approach and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Li Duwei glanced at her, pushed the door open a crack, and gestured for her to go in.

Wutong thanked him gratefully and quietly slipped inside.

Inside the room, Abdo sat in a general's chair, with two envoys standing below him.

They were talking, and no one noticed when Wutong came in, so she found a corner to sit down and listened quietly.

A short while later, Lieutenant Li returned, sat down beside her, and whispered, "The Prince's Palace has sent new appointments."

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