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

He asked himself, "Where will you sleep if I move in?"

"Didn't we have a bed before? I'll set up another one."

"The bed is broken and hasn't been fixed yet."

When Wutong thought of this, she wondered what to do.

After looking around several times, she told Wenxin, "Don't move yet, wait for me."

After saying that, she ran out, and Wenxin, not understanding why, stood there obediently waiting.

Wutong returned quickly, carrying two quilts and a pillow. After entering the woodshed, she spread the quilts out on the dry grass, tucking each corner neatly, patted them a few times to test their elasticity, and then looked up and laughed, "You can sleep like this, it's much warmer."

There were only two sets of bedding in the closet. One set was given to Duan Fufeng, and the other to him. What would she sleep on?

Wenxin looked at her and Wutong understood, explaining, "I saw a cotton coat inside, so I can just sleep in it for the night."

Wen Xin frowned: "No."

“Why not? You’ve been carrying him the whole way. Xu Yun agreed to save him because of you… You can’t expect me to do nothing.”

As she spoke, Wutong pushed him onto the blanket, and Wenxin, caught off guard, fell onto it.

"You rest here, I'll go cook."

She ran out, and Wenxin stared blankly at her retreating figure, suddenly feeling a little regretful.

He shouldn't have suggested that Duan Fufeng sleep in the room; he should have let him sleep in the woodshed, and then the two of them could have shared a bed like last time.

Wutong wasn't a great cook, but she was quick and efficient, and she quickly prepared lunch. Two dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, along with three bowls of coarse grain rice. She then called Wenxin to come and eat.

When Wenxin came out, she asked him to invite Xuyun to eat together. She didn't dare to go over herself, always feeling guilty in front of Xuyun, like a thief who had stolen something from him.

Wenxin was careless and had just been scolded by Xuyun, but then he went to call him for dinner without any hesitation.

Xu Yun didn't seem to hold a grudge and quickly came out, carrying the bitter, refreshing scent of herbs. He walked to the wooden table, glanced at the food, and looked somewhat disgusted.

Wutong knew he hadn't done well, and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Although it looks average, it tastes pretty good. I'll try to make it better next time. Let's just leave it at that for today."

Xu Yun sat in the chair and glanced at her.

"It is a blessing from my past life that a dignified King of Eastern Qi would come to Hanshan Temple to cook for this humble monk."

Xu Yun disliked high-ranking officials and nobles the most, so these words were clearly not flattery, but sarcasm.

The sycamore tree gave a dry, silly laugh.

Wenxin handed him chopsticks: "Master, eat."

Xu Yun snorted coldly: "Are you trying to shut me up with food? You keep coming up here to bother me, not even letting me say a word?"

"That was not what I meant……"

"Then shut up."

He clearly said four words... Wenxin felt a little wronged and picked up her chopsticks to eat silently.

Xu Yun has a very eccentric temper, and you never know when you might offend him, so it's best to speak as little as possible.

Wutong had originally planned to ask him during dinner how he intended to treat Duan Fufeng, and whether he could cure him. Now she gave up on that plan and decided to do her best and leave the rest to fate. She would let Xuyun do whatever he wanted to save him; as a monk, he couldn't very well kill someone.

That afternoon, Master Xuyun did nothing but chant sutras in the Buddhist hall.

Dinner was prepared by Wenxin. After eating, Wutong waited anxiously until 9:00 AM, thinking that the day would just pass by like this, when she saw Xuyun walk out of the Buddhist hall and enter the room where Duan Fufeng was.

She jumped up and ran over to see.

Wenxin put the leftover rice, noodles, and vegetables into the cellar. When he returned, he ran into her and asked, puzzled, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Wutong pointed to the room in front of her and grabbed his arm.

"Quick, come with me."

She was thin, and her hands, when they were dark, looked like chicken claws. Now they were white, and it had been a while since she had used a weapon, so her fingers looked like spring onions.

Wenxin looked down at her hand and thought that if she kept holding his hand like this, he would be willing to go with her even if it meant going to the gates of hell, let alone going to the room.

Wutong was oblivious to his feelings and was eager to see Xuyun treat Duan Fufeng, urging him to leave quickly.

The two pushed open the door and entered. Xu Yun sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, taking Duan Fufeng's pulse.

Afraid of disturbing him, they immediately fell silent and stood quietly to his side.

A moment later, Xu Yun opened his eyes and looked at Duan Fufeng expressionlessly, not looking very optimistic.

Wutong asked fearfully, "Master, how is it?"

Xu Yun seemed to dislike being addressed that way. He reluctantly dusted off his sleeves, stretched his neck, and said, "The lesion has penetrated deep into the internal organs. If we send it to the doctor down the mountain, no matter who treats it, it will be a death sentence."

"What about here with you?" Wutong asked eagerly.

Xu Yun stroked his beard, his expression uncertain.

"The medicinal herbs on the mountain are limited. It's not difficult to save his life, but whether he wakes up is up to fate."

Wutong's heart sank, but he quickly reassured himself. Xuyun had said that he could save his life, which was better than anything else; as long as he was alive, there was a chance he would wake up.

What medicine do you need? Can I help you?

Xu Yun glanced at her disdainfully: "Someone as clumsy as you shouldn't mess up my pharmacy. Take good care of your Southern King, I'll do it myself."

After he finished speaking, he walked out. Wutong, having been repeatedly criticized by him, was starting to doubt her life and stood dejectedly by the bed.

Wenxin said, "Master has always spoken like this, you don't need to take it to heart."

Wutong gave a bitter smile.

Xu Yun was picky in his speech, but very serious in his work. He brewed the medicine overnight and took it to feed Duan Fufeng.

Wutong had been watching the door. Seeing him carrying a bowl of medicine towards it, she sprang to her feet to help. But just as she entered, she heard a soft "crack" sound. It was Xuyun who had dislocated Duan Fufeng's jaw, poured the medicine down his throat, and then put it back on.

Wutong: "..."

With his way of doing things, how dare he say she's clumsy?

No wonder Wenxin is so savage; she learned her feelings from him...

Xu Yun walked out with the empty bowl in his hand. When he saw her standing outside the door, he glanced at her meaningfully.

Wutong was startled for no apparent reason, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Xu Yun didn't give her a chance, leaving her with a haughty and aloof back view.

Wutong went inside to check on Duan Fufeng and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his chin was still intact on his face.

She wondered if it was just her imagination, but he seemed to look better than when they were traveling, even though they had only eaten simple meals after they got up the mountain.

She touched Duan Fufeng's face; his body temperature had risen somewhat, indicating that things were indeed improving.

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