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

Wutong quickly patted his back, and the others came to help, their eyes secretly glancing at her, their meaning clearly the same as that person's.

The anger of the Dongqi officials was understandable, and Wutong was by no means an ungrateful person. It was Dongqi that gave her the opportunity to take revenge, and she had to give them a proper explanation.

She had a grand chair brought over, helped the man sit down, and said to them:

"This is indeed my own idea, and no one has threatened me. The reason I am willing to let everyone elect the emperor is not because I want to benefit anyone, but because I know that I am not capable enough to shoulder such a heavy responsibility."

"Your Majesty, you are so capable, there is no need to be modest."

The sycamore tree smiled bitterly.

"This is not modesty. I may be quite good at fighting, but I am not as good as you in terms of political affairs. And have you all thought about why there are so many wars in the Central Plains, Eastern Qi, and Southern Border? Isn't it because we have things they don't, and they have things we don't?"

A younger official's eyes began to waver.

Wutong continued, "The reason you don't like others to be emperor is because you consider yourselves to be people of Eastern Qi and want someone from Eastern Qi to be emperor. But after the three kingdoms are united, there will be no difference between you, me, and everyone else; we will all be one family."

Someone couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, you ask us to treat them as one family, but what if one of them becomes emperor and uses his status to oppress Eastern Qi?"

Wutong said, "This requires careful selection of the emperor. In addition, once the candidate is determined, a special agency can be established."

"What organization?"

"cabinet."

Wutong explained, “Since it is a unification of the three kingdoms, the cabinet should have three people, selected from the Eastern Qi, Southern Frontier and Central Plains respectively. The selected people must be upright, honest and compassionate towards the people. At that time, the emperor’s decisions must be approved by the cabinet, and the cabinet’s decisions must also be approved by the emperor.”

The official was surprised and asked her, "What makes Your Majesty have such an idea?"

Wutong said, "It existed in the previous dynasty of the Great Western Dynasty, but after Duan Yanxi ascended the throne, he didn't like others interfering with his decisions, so he removed it."

The official nodded thoughtfully.

At this point, the older man, having caught his breath, asked, "And what about you, Your Majesty? What position do you wish to assume?"

Wutong blinked: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"of course."

“I want to go farming,” she said truthfully.

The other person rolled their eyes and fainted.

They hurriedly found a doctor for the man, and with nothing to do, Wutong strolled absentmindedly in the garden.

As she wandered around, she unknowingly walked to a familiar door. Looking up, she saw that it was Duan Fufeng's bedroom.

Duan Fufeng showed no signs of waking up, and Li Deming had been taking care of him day and night for the past few days.

Wutong wanted to go in and check on him, but remembering what Li Deming had said that day, she hesitated and finally turned away.

The prefect's residence was built in a style reminiscent of the Jiangnan region, with flowers and trees planted in the courtyard and a group of extremely beautiful colorful koi carp raised in the pond.

Wutong pulled up a blade of grass and squatted on the stone bridge to watch the fish when suddenly a voice sounded behind him.

"what are you doing here?"

She turned around in surprise and saw it was Wenxin. "Why do you walk so quietly? You startled me..."

"It's not that I didn't speak up, it's that your skills are lacking."

Wenxin squatted down beside her, the hem of her white dress trailing on the blue stone slab, her profile particularly beautiful.

He handed Wutong a notebook and said, "Here's what you wanted."

Wutong took it and flipped through it. It contained a long list of names, some from the Central Plains and some from the Eastern Qi. He remembered that he had previously asked him to collect the names and positions of officials from various regions.

Record it.

She tucked it into her bosom and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help."

Ask yourself: "Have you had lunch yet?"

The sycamore tree shook its head.

"You wait."

He stood up and walked outside, while Wutong continued to squat on the bridge watching the fish. Wenxin returned quickly, carrying a lacquered tray full of food.

He looked around and spotted a stone table. He brought the food over and said, "Come and eat."

Wutong dropped the grass in her hand, patted her pants, walked over, and said with a grin, "You're even more considerate than my own mother."

Wenxin glanced at her, casually handed her the chopsticks, and asked as if it were nothing, "You've never mentioned your parents to me."

"Hmm...they're all good people." Wutong didn't want to reveal too much about what happened before she transmigrated, so she said it briefly.

Wenxin sat down with her. She ate a few mouthfuls of rice, looked up, and saw that he was not moving, so she said, "You eat too."

"I have already eaten."

"Okay, then I'll eat it all by myself."

The chefs are all from Sichuan and are very skilled, but they like to add chili peppers to their dishes.

After eating for a short while, Wutong's forehead started to sweat, and her nose and mouth turned bright red.

She was always casual, raising her arm to wipe her sweat with her sleeve.

Wenxin frowned when she saw this and handed her a handkerchief.

She took it, wiped her sweat, and laughed, "If you were a woman, I would have married you after accepting your handkerchief."

A blush crossed Wenxin's face as she reached out and said, "Then come back."

"No, once it's soaked with my sweat, it becomes my handkerchief."

Wenxin stared at her speechlessly, commenting on this despicable behavior: "A female bandit."

"Waaaaah... You called me 'female benefactor' the first time we met, and now you call me 'female bandit'..."

The sycamore tree feigned pain, but was actually quite happy inside.

Delicious food, beautiful scenery, and beautiful women.

If she weren't the King of Dongqi, but a female bandit, and if Wenxin weren't a monk, but an ordinary young man...

She was actually quite interested in taking him back to be her husband.

However, it's best to just think about it; if you say it out loud, you'll definitely blush.

But... this kid doesn't seem as innocent as before...

Wutong recalled the kiss from a few nights ago, and her cheeks flushed. Fortunately, the chili peppers concealed it, so no one could tell. She lowered her head and tried to shovel rice into her mouth.

Wenxin, unaware of her change, asked her, "How are the discussions about the six prefectures going?"

Wutong's head ached just thinking about it. She grabbed her chopsticks and sighed, "Don't even mention it."

The matter of territory had to be discussed, but if they continued to discuss it, she suspected that her civil officials would turn into scoundrels.

Wenxin had been staying in the manor and had heard everything about their affairs. Seeing her pained expression, she said, "If you want to stick to your own ideas, then you might as well just give the order and let them choose for themselves. With three parties vying for the throne, everyone wants their own person to become emperor. The person chosen will definitely not be a mere figurehead. Then you can choose the most suitable one from among them."

Wutong rubbed her forehead and said, "That's one way, but if they get busy and see me around, Dongqi will definitely push me to take over, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless I can find a compelling excuse to leave for a few days." Wutong's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again. She said dejectedly, "But now that the war is basically over, and officials are managing things in various places, my daily work consists of sitting in my study reviewing official documents. Where would I find a chance to go out? Sigh..."

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