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

He wasn't dressed in fine clothes as I remembered; he was wearing a set of coarse cloth clothes. He was still tall and big, but his expression was much more restrained than before, and he was holding a bowl of peeled and roasted peanuts in his hand.

This scene was unimaginable before.

Wutong held her breath and called out towards the back door, "Wenxin..."

Wenxin didn't answer, as if she hadn't heard her call.

The two men outside were already very close, opening the courtyard gate. Wutong dared not run out rashly, for fear of alerting them. So she quietly drew her dagger and held it in her hand, intending to subdue Duan Yanxi by surprise as soon as he arrived.

The two have different body types, and Duan Yanxi is also quite skilled, so she feels a bit pressured.

After entering the courtyard, the two went straight into the house. The woman was still chatting and laughing, trying her best to make Duan Yanxi laugh. Occasionally, she would steal a glance at him and laugh heartily at his handsome face.

Duan Yanxi seemed impatient, his brows furrowing.

He stepped over the threshold and saw the overturned teacup on the table. He paused, stepped back outside the threshold, and looked around warily.

The woman, puzzled, asked, "Hey, Brother Zhou, why aren't you going in? Hurry up, we can have some wine with these peanuts. That wine was brought back from Qiuzhou by your third brother when he was young, and it's been stored at home for five or six years."

Duan Yanxi raised his hand and made a shushing gesture.

The woman didn't understand and kept urging him to go inside, wanting to drink with him until they were both drunk.

Duan Yanxi slapped her hard across the face, showing no mercy. The woman was knocked out of the courtyard, covering her face in shock.

Duan Yanxi's face turned ashen. Without even glancing at her, he grabbed a handful of peanuts from the basin and threw them forward.

With a few sharp cracks, peanuts landed on the door like iron bullets, actually punching several holes in the wooden door.

Through the hole, a section of the sycamore tree's chin was visible.

Duan Yanxi stared at her and said coldly, "If you want to live, come out now."

Wutong was nervous when she first saw him, but now she became calm and gave a cold smile.

"This is what you said."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yanxi's expression changed drastically, as if he recognized her voice, and he turned to run away.

Wutong refused to give him a chance, and swung her dagger, stabbing him hard in the shoulder.

What happened next shocked Wutong as if she had witnessed a gecko losing its tail.

Duan Yanxi forcefully broke free of the dagger, clutching his bleeding wound, and continued running outside.

He was so fast and had such long legs that even when he was injured, he could run out of the hospital in the blink of an eye.

The woman was stunned once again when she saw his appearance.

Blood dripped all over the ground. Wutong followed the trail of blood and chased after her. The woman saw her and subconsciously assumed she was Duan Yanxi's enemy. Since she was a woman, she mustered her courage, stood up, and spread her arms to block her way.

"Who are you? Why are you here in Niutou Village to kill people? What did Brother Zhou do to offend you? If you don't leave, I'm going to report you to the authorities!"

Wutong brandished the dagger, "Brother Zhou isn't really Brother Zhou, but this dagger is a real dagger. I advise you not to run into the blade, step back a bit."

She was puzzled.

The sycamore tree made a move to stab her, and she screamed and jumped away.

By this time, Duan Yanxi's figure had already disappeared behind the corner of the wall. Wutong took off after him, but the woman was determined not to give up. She ran over and grabbed her clothes, refusing to let go no matter what.

Wutong didn't want to hurt innocent people, so she used a dagger to scare her. She realized that Wutong wouldn't kill her, so she kept her distance and wouldn't let go.

Hearing the sounds of fighting, Wenxin rushed out of the house, intending to help Wutong. Wutong shook her head vigorously, pointing in the direction Duan Yanxi had fled, saying, "Quick! Go catch him! Don't worry about me!"

Wenxin hesitated for a second, thinking that the woman was not very dangerous, so he did as she said and chased after Duan Yanxi.

After he left, Wutong focused on dealing with the woman. She didn't want to hurt anyone, not because she was afraid of killing, but because the village was like this, and the villagers were all related, and it wouldn't be good if it caused a riot.

The woman kept stalling her, which was really annoying, and she even shouted aggressively, "I won't let you catch Brother Zhou! You bandit!"

Wutong switched the dagger to her other hand, and with her free right palm, she slapped her forehead, knocking her unconscious with a single blow.

The woman's eyelids rolled upwards, revealing the whites of her eyes, and she fell to the ground.

Wutong snatched the hem of her dress from her hand, and without bothering to check it, grabbed the dagger and chased after the two.

Wen Xin's martial arts skills are excellent; in a normal fight, Duan Yanxi would definitely lose. But as the old saying goes, even a cornered dog will jump over a wall; who knows what unexpected things Duan Yanxi might do to save his life?

She is naive and easily deceived; it's best to avoid getting hurt.

Wutong followed anxiously, seeing many bloodstains along the way, unable to distinguish whether they were Duan Yanxi's or Wenxin's.

Finally, after going around a wall, she heard clear sounds of fighting and immediately ran in that direction.

Wenxin was trying to capture Duan Yanxi, who was desperately fleeing while clutching his shoulder. For a time, Wenxin was unable to do anything about him.

Without hesitation, Wutong rushed forward to help, first blocking one of Duan Yanxi's retreat routes, and raising her dagger to deter him from coming closer.

Then he winked at Wenxin, signaling for her to help surround and block them.

Wenxin pressed him again and again, and Duan Yanxi retreated again and again. The pain from his wounds made his vision blur, and he couldn't help but curse, "Why are you chasing me? The empire is already yours!"

He has nothing now and has to cater to those ugly village women every day in exchange for their food and labor. What more do they want?

"The empire? What I've never wanted is the empire."

Wutong's voice suddenly rang out behind him. Startled, he whirled around. A cold laugh accompanied by the sound of wind breaking came, and Duan Yanxi felt a dull pain in the back of his head. He could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Wutong slapped the brick he had just smashed in his hand, clapped his hands, and said to Wenxin, "Thank you, we finally caught him."

After fleeing for so long, Duan Yanxi finally fell into her hands.

Wenxin lowered his guard and walked towards her, asking, "What do you plan to do with him?"

Wutong kicked Duan Yanxi with her toe, turned his face over, and looked at him with disdain, saying, "Anyway, he's not dead, and Ruolan is still here. Let's take him back to the ancestral hall first."

Wenxin nodded and bent down to carry Duan Yanxi.

Wutong felt embarrassed to trouble him so much and said she could do it herself.

The two were vying for the right to carry Duan Yanxi when they suddenly heard a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps approaching. Wutong suspected the villagers had discovered her and tried to leave, but the villagers had already rounded the corner and spotted her, pointing and shouting, "It's her! She's the murderer!"

Behind her, more than a dozen male villagers stood there holding farm tools. Upon hearing this, their gazes toward Wutong were filled with intense vigilance and hatred, and they secretly tightened their grips on axes or machetes.