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

There seemed to be some crickets that hadn't kept up with their companions, hopping around her in the grass. Wutong brushed them aside with her hand, casually turning her head to meet Wenxin's gaze.

The moment their eyes met, they both felt as if an electric current had passed through their brains, and they hurriedly looked away.

At this moment, a gray-white figure emerged from the woods, thin and frail—it was Xu Yun, whom they had been waiting for.

The two of them jumped up and faced him simultaneously.

Wenxin called out, "Master... I'm back."

Xu Yun was holding a wooden stick and carrying a bamboo basket on his shoulder. The basket seemed to contain medicinal herbs, but the light was too dim to see clearly.

But he must have heard Wenxin's voice; having only been gone for a year or two, it was impossible for him not to recognize him. Yet he looked straight ahead, as if he hadn't seen the two living people standing in front of him, and walked straight past them, opened the temple gate, went inside, and closed the gate behind him.

I didn't look at them once or say a word to them the whole time.

The atmosphere was awkward. The two looked at each other, and Wutong asked in a low voice, "Does he not welcome us?"

Wenxin remained silent.

Wutong said, "Why don't we give him the scriptures first? Maybe he'll be in a better mood and talk to us then."

Wenxin shook her head: "He won't open the door. Let's sleep outside for the night and think of something tomorrow."

"Alright." Wutong returned to sit under the tree and felt the night breeze getting cooler.

More than an hour later, the bright moon rose to its highest point in the sky.

Wutong rubbed her arms, her skin numb from the cold wind, the temperature so low it was almost unbearable.

This temperature isn't enough to freeze someone to death, but Duan Fufeng is still dizzy and easily catches a cold.

Wutong took off her coat and covered him with it, then touched his forehead and hands, which were indeed ice-cold.

It's not cold outside, but the wind is, so we need to find a sheltered spot.

She looked left and right, and decided that the tree she was leaning against was the best. She struggled to help Duan Fufeng move over.

She hadn't eaten enough for dinner and had been working very hard for the past few days, so she was exhausted and found it extremely difficult to move.

Seeing this, Wenxin came over to help, and after helping her put Duan Fufeng down, she casually took off her own coat and gave it to her to wear.

Wutong held up the clothes, saying, "It will be very cold tonight."

"I am good at martial arts."

"What's the use of good martial arts skills? Resisting the cold depends on thick skin. Take it, take it."

"But you'll be cold."

Wutong didn't want to freeze either. She glanced at the tightly closed temple gate and said in a low voice, "How about we build it together? Don't let your master see it."

Wenxin understood what she meant and whispered, "It's alright if you see it."

The fact that Xu Yun could look straight ahead shows that he had already given up on him.

Wutong sat down behind the tree, holding up her clothes to pat the spot next to her.

Wenxin walked over and sat down, the two leaning against the tree trunk side by side. Wutong covered them with her clothes, though it wasn't quite enough and let in drafts in many places, but it was better than nothing.

Moreover, when they lean against each other, they can feel each other's body temperature and keep each other warm.

The three of them stayed behind the same tree for their first night on the mountain.

When Wutong woke up in the morning, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Duan Fufeng's handsome face. She quickly turned her head away, but unexpectedly, the other side was Wenxin's face.

Their faces were so close together that she was sandwiched between them.

No wonder I didn't feel cold all night...

Afraid of disturbing Wenxin, Wutong quietly pushed all the clothes onto him, stood up gently, and stretched her aching hands and feet.

Before I could even finish my first stretch, I heard a sound behind me.

"you're awake."

Wutong hummed in agreement.

Wenxin finished dressing and stood up. She looked at the temple gate and, seeing that it was not yet open, said, "I'll go to the hillside to find some wild fruit."

Seeing that it was still barely dawn, Wutong worried that he might fall off the mountain, so she stopped him and said, "Let's wait a little longer, go when it's fully light."

Before he finished speaking, the temple gate creaked open, and Xu Yun walked out wearing yesterday's gray-white monk's robe. He was dressed the same as before, except that the things in his basket were gone.

He passed by the two of them again, and Wenxin stepped forward, saying, "Master."

Wutong also shouted, "Master Xuyun, can we have a chance to speak?"

Xu Yun walked through expressionlessly, like a ghost carrying an empty basket into the woods.

Or not……

Wutong sat on the ground in disappointment, wondering how she could move him.

"You wait here, I'll try to catch up."

Wenxin gave her a word of advice, and without waiting for her reply, he took off running, his figure quickly disappearing into the woods.

They've all left, leaving Wutong to stay and watch over Duan Fufeng.

When she came last time, she knew there was a spring behind Hanshan Temple, so she took her water bag, fetched some water, and used it to wash Duan Fufeng's face.

His skin was as smooth as porcelain, without a single blemish. He had thick eyelashes and neat eyebrows; he was naturally handsome.

After wiping it clean, Wutong found a cleaner cloth, washed and rubbed it, then wet it, parted Duan Fufeng's lips, and let the cool spring water drip into his mouth little by little.

If things continue like this, he'll probably starve to death before Xu Yun even changes his mind and saves him.

Wutong still remembers the look in his eyes that night, and she's a little afraid to face him. Fortunately, he knows nothing now and can sleep without worry.

After finishing what she could do, Wutong sat beside him, waiting for Wenxin to return.

As the sun rose, its golden rays pierced through the clouds, illuminating the mountaintop with a dazzling glow.

A familiar figure appeared in the woods, approaching from afar. Wutong focused her attention on that spot, and seeing that Wenxin came out alone, without a trace of Xuyun, she guessed it was hopeless. But as he drew closer, she couldn't help but ask, "How did it go?"

Wenxin shook her head, raised her hand, and held a heavy cloth bag in her hand.

"He went down the mountain, and I went to the cellar to get some food."

Wutong had no appetite, but couldn't find anything else to do. Rather than worrying on an empty stomach, she decided to eat and figure out a solution.

The bag contained rice, flour, and even a large, clean, smooth radish that felt refreshingly cool to the touch.

She cleaned the iron pot she carried with her, chopped up the radish and threw it into boiling water, then added the washed white rice, covered it and let it simmer slowly.

After a stick of incense had burned out, a fragrant aroma wafted from the pot, which simmered and bubbled incessantly.

A pot of radish porridge was cooked, but the two of them had no bowls. Wenxin went to the bamboo forest, cut a section of bamboo, split it in half, washed it clean, and turned it into two simple bowls. Finally, they were able to eat a hot and filling meal.

After Wenxin finished eating, she went to wash the pot. Wutong poured the remaining porridge into a bowl, intending to feed it to Duan Fufeng.

Before going up the mountain, in order to reduce the burden, she threw away the only spoon. Now there is only a bowl. Duan Fufeng cannot swallow or open his mouth, making feeding him a very difficult task.

Wutong tried for a long time but failed, and instead made his mouth all dirty.

After wiping his mouth clean, Wenxin returned with a clean pot. Seeing the situation, she walked over to the two of them, squatted down, and pinched Duan Fufeng's chin. Using some unknown technique, with just a slight movement of her fingers, Duan Fufeng's mouth opened automatically, revealing his soft oral cavity.

"Wow, that's amazing! How did you do that?"

"I dislocated his jaw."

"..." Wutong quickly fed him the cooled porridge, and after confirming that he had swallowed it all, she hurriedly said to Wenxin, "Quickly put his chin back on."

Wenxin rubbed her fingers together again, and with a soft sound, Duan Fufeng's mouth closed.