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

"There are so many strange things happening these days. Do you think they might be refugees?"

"I don't know if they're fleeing or not, but they're very rich. A single hairpin can cost tens or even hundreds of taels of silver. We couldn't earn that much in a lifetime."

"Tsk tsk, this kind of person really should be investigated."

Mr. Sun finished writing the letter and sealed it.

The man took out several dozen copper coins and handed them over, instructing, "Next time someone goes to my sister's place, remember to ask them to bring these with them. Don't forget."

"Don't worry."

Mr. Sun stuffed the envelope into his pocket and went back inside to have some tea.

As the villager walked out of the post station, he heard someone call out from behind, "Wait a minute."

He turned around and saw the person who had been writing the letter in the room earlier chasing after him. The person had a fair and delicate face and was dressed in strange clothes. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The man ran up to him, carrying a cooing pigeon in his arms. His demeanor was different from that of people in the surrounding area; he seemed to have come from the capital.

"Thank you for stopping, brother. May I ask you something?" Wutong asked.

The man nodded. "Sure, what's up?"

"May I ask your name?"

"Old Niu the Third".

"Third Brother, it's a bit cold on the main street. Why don't we go to the wine shop to sit and chat? I'll treat you to a drink while we're at it."

Having worked away from home for many years, Wutong understands the preferences of people like him very well.

Upon hearing that there was free wine, Niu Laosan immediately grinned and followed her into the winery.

Wutong deliberately passed in front of the carriage and saw Wenxin waiting on horseback. She gestured to him, telling him to find a place to rest and then set off again later.

The wine shop was bustling with activity. Wutong found a quiet spot to sit down, ordered a pot of yellow wine, and asked the waiter to warm it up.

Niu Laosan waited happily.

Wutong got straight to the point, saying directly, "I want to ask you about Zhou Pan'an and Pearl."

She didn't know why the two had such names, but she was pretty sure they were Duan Yanxi and Ruolan.

Niu Laosan suddenly realized: "You heard me just now, didn't you?"

Wutong said embarrassedly, "Yes, it was really wrong to eavesdrop, but I'm also looking for them. I hope Third Brother can help me."

Niu Laosan was a kind man, and besides, he was indebted to those who fed him, so he asked, "Do you know them?"

Wutong shook her head: "I'm just not sure if they are the people I know, so I asked you."

Upon hearing this, Niu Laosan became curious and asked, "Who is this person you know?"

Duan Yanxi's identity was special, and Wutong didn't want to reveal it casually. She only said, "It can't be explained in a few words, Third Brother. I'll just ask you one question: Does that man have a scar on the back of his hand?"

In a past argument, Wutong stabbed Duan Yanxi in the hand with a dagger. Although it did not kill him, it left an indelible scar.

The waiter brought over a cup of hot Shaoxing wine. Niu Laosan drank a cup, thought carefully, touched his forehead, and gasped for breath.

"It seems there really is such a thing."

Wutong's heart sank as he spoke, confirming that it was indeed true.

There are many coincidences in the world, but if every single one is a coincidence, then it can only mean that they are Duan Yanxi and Ruolan.

They must have hidden here when they escaped from Chuanzhou. Niutou Village is located in a remote area near the mountains, no wonder none of the soldiers sent out could find them.

But if they're here, then where is Nanxing?

Wutong currently only regrets that she doesn't have the ability to be in two places at once, so she can't take care of everything at once.

Duan Yanxi and Ruolan walked right into the line of fire, and there's absolutely no reason for them to be let off the hook, but how can we catch them?

Her first instinct was to go find Li Deming. Li Deming had ten guards, all of whom he had personally trained, so capturing two people wouldn't be a problem.

But Li Deming came here for Duan Fufeng's sake. Would he be willing to help him out of this unexpected trouble?

It's too late to call Adan to bring people over.

After much thought, I realized I had to turn to Wenxin. He was highly skilled in martial arts and had never met a match except for Duan Fufeng. With him around, Duan Yanxi and Ruolan would definitely not be able to escape.

Wutong ordered some beef and cold dishes for Niu Laosan, along with a pot of good wine. After getting the location of Niutou Village from him, Wutong took his leave to go find Wenxin.

Wutong thought Wenxin would find an inn or something to rest at, but when she returned to the tree, she found him still there, leaning against the tree with his legs bent, his head half-lowered and half-raised, seemingly lost in thought.

"Ask your heart." Wutong ran over quickly.

He looked up at her through the hazy night, and said, "You're back."

"Hmm." Wutong hesitated, unsure how to begin.

Wenxin glanced at her hands and saw that she was holding a large bundle. He asked, "What's that?"

"These are new cotton-padded coats I bought for you and your master. Your old clothes have been worn for too long and aren't warm at all. Throw away your old clothes when you get back and wear these."

As Wutong spoke, she handed over the cotton coat she had bought on her way back. Wenxin opened it, glanced at it, shook her head, and pushed it back.

We cannot accept your things.

"You've helped me so much, it's only natural for me to give you something in return."

“Monks should be compassionate and should not expect anything in return for helping others. If they accept your gifts, it will only give others cause for gossip.”

"Don't gossip, we..." Wutong wanted to say that they had known each other for so many years and were like family. But she realized that their relationship was not what it used to be, and that saying such a thing would only make things more awkward. So she changed her words and said, "I'm not asking you to accept this for nothing. I want to ask you to do me another favor."

"What's the deal?"

Wenxin's face was bathed in the moonlight, appearing pale white with a faint blue tinge. Her eyes were completely hidden in the shadows of her brow bones, with only her burning gaze shining through.

The street behind us was lit up, a continuous red glow.

The light of the lanterns was reflected in his eyes, making them look like they were on fire... a blazing fire that would never go out.

Wutong calmed himself down and went over to tell him the whole story.

He looked up in surprise after hearing this, and murmured, "Duan Yanxi and Ruolan are here..."

Wutong nodded. "I'm 80% sure it's them, but I don't know if they have any information that we've also come to Immovable Peak. Catching them won't be easy, and I'm afraid that if I miss this opportunity, I won't get another chance. Can you help me catch them together?"

Hesitant in his heart.

As a monk, he should no longer concern himself with worldly affairs, and even if the country changes hands, it has nothing to do with him.

Duan Yanxi is Wutong's obsession. Wutong can let go of anyone else, but not him.

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