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

Wutong softened again, turned over to look at her and said, "Ruolan, shall we leave? Let's not stay in this wretched village! I'll burn all the houses and fields down, even if it's abandoned, I won't let those people benefit!"

"Don't do anything reckless. This is their territory after all, and we're powerless to do anything..."

Ruolan bit her lip and said, "Actually, there's something else I want to tell you. Yesterday, I went to the dam to wash clothes, and the blind woman who lives at the edge of the village seemed to want to rent land from Master Zhou. Do you think if we sell the land to them cheaply, we can get some money to buy rice?"

"Blind Mother..." Wutong murmured the name, a cruel face vaguely appearing in her mind.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Then I'll secretly ask her tomorrow."

Ruolan nodded: "Okay."

Wutong reached out and patted her back: "Don't be sad, there's always a way out, go to sleep."

Ruolan sniffled sadly and didn't say anything more.

The next morning, Wutong went out, intending to find the blind woman's mother as soon as possible before everyone went out to work, so as to avoid the news spreading and reaching her aunt's ears, which would cause trouble.

However, not long after she left, her great-aunt peeked into their house.

Ruolan was cooking porridge when she heard a noise. She picked up her spoon and asked warily, "Who's there?"

"Ruolan, it's me."

Auntie peeked out, smiled at her, and held out her hand, saying, "You're a smart girl. If Wutong doesn't want a good life, you should at least think about it, right? The young master of Master Zhou's family happens to be free. Why don't you come with me to meet him?"

Ruolan put down her spoon and hesitated, looking at her hand, which was rough from long-term farming.

After a while.

The rice and water in the pot were still there, and all was quiet, but the fire in the stove had gone out.

When they set off, Wutong thought that the blind woman's face indicated she was a difficult person to talk to, but she never expected that she would be so difficult to talk to.

"Get out of my way!"

The blind woman wasn't blind; she just gave birth to a blind man. She didn't have the habit of sweeping the floor in the morning, but she was waving a broom around, trying to sweep the sycamore tree out the door.

Wutong clung tightly to the door frame, unwilling to let go of this glimmer of hope.

"Why don't you consider it? This price is so reasonable, it's much better than working as a laborer for Master Zhou's family!"

"Our family affairs are none of your business, get out!"

As the blind woman spoke, she poked her with a broom again.

Wutong avoided the question and pleaded, "Then just name a price. How cheap will it take for you to buy it?"

"Why are you so dense?"

The blind woman threw down her broom and said irritably, "This isn't about the price at all. As long as your great-aunt is around, who in the whole village, except for Master Zhou's family, would dare to buy your land? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Wutong had never dealt with this kind of thing before, and only after hearing what she said did she understand that the problem still lay with her great-aunt.

The blind woman said that Master Zhou's family dared to buy them, but Master Zhou's lame son was planning to take them home as bed warmers, so how could she possibly go to their door on her own?

There's nothing I can do; it was a wasted trip.

Wutong returned home dejectedly.

But when I got home and opened the door... where was Ruolan?

There was rice in the pot, but the water was cold.

Remembering her argument with her great-aunt yesterday, she couldn't help but feel worried. Ignoring her rumbling stomach, she hurriedly went out to find her.

Not far from the door, Ruolan came running towards him.

"Where did you go?" Wutong grabbed her and asked.

Ruolan grasped her hand and said softly, "I have something to tell you. Let's go home and talk quietly."

Wutong fell silent and followed her back.

A moment later, she slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "What did you say? You went to see the cripple with your great-aunt?"

Ruolan was startled and reached out to tug at her hem.

"Make a sound and sit down to talk."

"I won't sit!" Wutong brushed her hand away, looking at her incredulously. "Ruolan, are you crazy? Do you really want to marry that cripple?"

He still has a legal wife. She married him without any status or recognition. Was she just doing it for a meal?

She was angry, and Ruolan was angry too; before she knew it, her eyes were red.

"Is this a matter of whether I want to or not? Wutong, stop daydreaming about going out and look at reality..."

"The reality is that I'd rather starve to death than eat this humiliating meal!"

"Wutong..."

Ruolan gently wiped her eyes, sobbing as she said, "I know you have a strong temper and don't want to be bullied, but no matter how strong a person is, they can't defy fate. We were living peacefully in the 21st century, but we were brought here to suffer. This is destiny..."

Wutong remained unmoved: "What fate? Zhu Yuanzhang was begging for food back then, was that his fate?"

“How can we compare to him? Wutong, stop dreaming. Marrying Young Master Zhou is our only chance. Once we’re in the Zhou family, no one in the village will dare to bully us anymore.”

Wutong was almost amused: "Ruolan, they're going to marry a bed warmer, not even as good as a concubine. Do you think she'll have a high status after marrying into that family?"

Ruolan raised her head: "That's not necessarily true."

Wutong looked at her, puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Ruolan beckoned to her and told her everything she had heard at Master Zhou's house.

It turns out that the cripple told Ruolan that as long as they could provide a dowry, he could persuade his father to let them become concubines and have a proper status in the Zhou family.

After speaking, Ruolan asked, "What do you think? We happen to have land to sell. As long as the buyers know that we will become concubines for the Zhou family, Auntie will definitely not dare to cause them any trouble. The village is only so big; she can't possibly go against Master Zhou's family."

Wutong shook her head without hesitation: "It's not good. I don't like this village at all. I don't want to stay."

If I stay here, I'll be living under their watchful eyes from now on.

Today they can force them to marry, but what about later? Will they force them to die?

If she hadn't been scouting the way, she would have already taken Ruolan away from this godforsaken place, so that she wouldn't be influenced by those people here!

"Wutong, I won't force you, but please don't...force me, okay?" Ruolan asked, biting her lip.

Wutong was shocked; she never expected Ruolan to say such a thing.

Aren't the two supposed to live and die together?

"You mean... you'll stay regardless of whether I stay or not?"

Faced with Wutong's incredulous gaze, Ruolan nodded almost imperceptibly.

But in Wutong's eyes, nodding now was tantamount to stabbing her with a knife, causing her immense pain.

"What are you really thinking? Don't you think the people here are stupid? Or... is there something I did wrong that upset you?"

Ruolan lowered her head and said, "It has nothing to do with you, it's my own problem. Wutong, these are not peaceful times anymore. It's already difficult to find a safe haven where we don't have to worry about food and drink. It's a miracle that we transmigrated here. Are you willing to run out and die?"

“You haven’t even looked outside, how do you know it’s definitely a suicide mission!” Wutong argued.

"You haven't seen it either, how do you know it isn't?"

Ruolan's voice rose unusually high as she looked at her with tears in her eyes: "We didn't have the chance to try and start over if we made a mistake!"

Wutong was speechless, standing there for a long time without saying a word, and finally sat down in the chair with her head down.

Ruolan softened her tone and said, "Wutong, once we marry into Master Zhou's family, we won't have to be bullied anymore, and life will definitely be much better... Besides, the people here are so stupid, and not many of them have been to school. How can we, two modern people, not be able to fight them?"

斗？

Why fight?

Is it really that interesting to gain the upper hand in this remote and impoverished area?

It had only been a few days since Wutong transmigrated, but when Wutong looked at Ruolan again, her face was still that beautiful face, but the look in her eyes seemed to have become that of a stranger.

Can the environment really have such a big impact on people?

After pondering for a long time, Wutong still couldn't find a solution. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, coldly uttering a single sentence.

"Whatever, I'm not staying."

Even if going out means certain death, she has to die a satisfactory death!