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

They had no luggage to take, and in order not to starve on the road, Wenxin went to the cellar and brought back some rice and flour, which she put in a bundle and handed to Wutong, while she carried Duan Fufeng on her back.

Just as they were feeling disheartened and preparing to leave Hanshan Temple, they heard the sound of a door opening behind them; it was Xuyun coming out.

He must have gone out to gather herbs, and like the previous few days, he probably wouldn't even look at them.

But Wenxin refused to give up. She turned back to look at him, put down Duan Fufeng, ran over and knelt directly in front of Xuyun, blocking his way, and pleaded, "Master, please save the life of the King of Southern Xinjiang!"

Xu Yun kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling several times. Just as he was about to leave, Wen Xin, forgetting his mistake, came over and blocked his way.

“Master, you always say that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. The King of Southern Xinjiang rules the entire Southern Xinjiang. If he dies, Southern Xinjiang will surely be thrown into chaos, and countless people will die. Can’t you step in to save him?”

Xu Yun looked at him with a dignified air; his beard and eyebrows were all white.

"After all these years, you've learned to spout nonsense. It's a good thing you left the temple and returned to secular life; otherwise, as your master, I would have beaten you to death if you were still in the temple."

Wenxin was stunned: "I..."

"Do you dare say that you begged me to save him because it was truly for the sake of the people of Southern Xinjiang? And not because of..." Xu Yun didn't finish his sentence, but only glanced at Wutong, his annoyance obvious.

Wenxin lowered her head awkwardly.

Xu Yun raised his chin, his eyes cold.

“We have long since severed our master-disciple relationship. Even though you have served me for so many years, I have already repaid you with one of her hands and owe you nothing more. If you know what’s good for you, don’t disturb my peace again.”

His refusal was obvious and there was no room for wavering.

Wutong didn't want to see Wenxin so humble, so she ran over and grabbed his arm, trying to help him up and tell him to stop begging.

Wenxin withdrew her hand, pushed her aside, and stared intently at Xuyun.

"No, you still owe me one more time."

Xu Yun raised an eyebrow.

Wen Xin curled his lips into a cold, cruel smile, a resolute determination towards himself. He reached into his clothes, pulled out a jade pendant from a hidden pocket, and held it up to Xu Yun's eyes, its string dangling gracefully.

Xu Yun was initially puzzled, but after taking a closer look, his expression turned to surprise, clearly indicating that he had recognized him.

Wen Xin asked, "Master, do you know what this is?"

Xu Yun looked away, feigning reluctance.

"I have never seen it, how could I know?"

Wenxin smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't know, I'll tell you... This jade pendant is a keepsake left to me by my parents. Can you guess who my parents are? Would you like me to introduce you to them?"

Xu Yun remained silent, his face as cold as stone.

He asked himself, "You've deceived me for so many years... A businessman's son? Haha, what a joke... Did you ever think that I would one day find out the truth when you were making up those lies?"

Xu Yun wasn't one to mince words. After being questioned so many times, he coldly replied, "So what? This is something that has to be done. Do you prefer to hear stories of your parents abandoning you from the very beginning?"

"This isn't a story! This is my birth!" Wenxin patted her chest, her eyes a little red, and the hand holding the jade pendant was slightly bluish. It was as if she would crush the jade pendant if she used any more force.

Xu Yun didn't want to discuss this issue. "What's done is done. What do you want to do now?"

He couldn't help but groan, his kneeling posture heartbreaking. After a long while, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and his face had returned to calm.

"I want you to save him."

"Are you sure?" Xu Yun said, "It was just a small favor for me, nothing to worry about. But once he wakes up, you might not be able to stay by his side any longer."

Wenxin looked at Wutong, who lowered her head apologetically, avoiding his gaze.

She wanted to say that even if she didn't end up with him, she wouldn't choose Duan Fufeng because of that. But saying that at this moment sounded like an attempt to cover up her true feelings.

After looking at it for only a moment, Wenxin looked away and said to Xuyun, "I'm sure."

For her... he was happy to do it.

Xu Yun nodded: "Then I'll wait and see how you regret it... Bring that person in."

Seeing that he had agreed, Wutong was overjoyed and quickly went to help Duan Fufeng. Wenxin put away the jade pendant and also came over to lend a hand.

When they reached the temple gate, Xu Yun had already put the basket back in the room and stood not far away, saying, "I only promised to save him, but I can't guarantee whether he can be saved. If you regret it, it's not too late now."

Having already witnessed his remarkable medical skills during her previous treatment, Wutong was deeply moved by Xuyun's approval. Xuyun's agreement brought a ray of light into her gloomy heart, rekindling her hope.

Such a capable person should have a sour face.

Wutong wiped the sweat from her forehead and nodded vigorously at him.

Xu Yun remained unmoved, gave a cold laugh, and went into the room.

"Where should we put him?" Once inside the courtyard, Wutong didn't know which room to take him to.

Wenxin said, "Just leave it in my room. I'll make do in the woodshed for a few nights, and you can sleep on the floor there."

Wutong hurriedly said, "How can that be? I'll go stay in the woodshed, and you can sleep in the room with him."

Wenxin remained silent, carrying Duan Fufeng on her back as she walked towards her room, clearly rejecting her suggestion with her actions.

Wutong tried to stop him, but the difference in their physical strength was too great; she couldn't even catch up with him, let alone stop him. By the time Wenxin stopped, Duan Fufeng had already been placed steadily on his bed.

Wenxin withdrew her hand and said to Wutong, who arrived late, "There is water in the well. Help him fetch water to wash up. I'll go tidy up the woodshed."

When Wutong came last time, she saw the woodshed. It really only contained firewood; there wasn't even a bed or chairs. If Wenxin were to sleep there, she would have to sleep on the floor.

The other person came to help, putting in so much effort and suffering along the way, yet received no reward whatsoever. Wutong didn't want to see him continue to suffer, so she offered him the room to sleep in again.

Wenxin shook her head, too lazy to even do so, and walked out of the room.

Wutong was about to chase after him, but then she saw that Duan Fufeng's clothes were covered in blood. After thinking it over, she decided to draw water from the well first and help him clean himself up.

She wiped herself clean, but her clothes were still dirty. She went to the yard to wash the clothes, and Wenxin went into the room. A moment later, she brought out a stack of clothes and placed them in front of her, saying, "These are Shixin's clothes... they were worn by him before. He should be about the same height. You can change him into them."

Wutong stood up straight, shook her hands to dry, took the clothes, and said thank you.

Wenxin walked into the woodshed and heard the sound of things being moved inside.

Wutong wanted to help, so she quickly washed the clothes, hung them on a bamboo pole, and ran to the woodshed.

Wenxin piled the firewood in all directions, clearing a space in the middle. He then laid out dry grass and leaves for kindling, which served as a bed.

She felt very sad and said to Wenxin, "Don't sleep here. Since you don't want to stay in the room, how about we move the bed from the room to your room?"