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

After listening quietly to every word, Wenxin walked towards Duan Yanxi without warning, reached out and dislocated his jaw.

Duan Yanxi was unable to speak, only able to utter some indistinct syllables, his eyes wide open, as if he could not understand Wenxin's behavior.

Wenxin stood up and said calmly, "Too much nonsense, too noisy."

Wutong: "..."

She remembered that Ruolan was still in the woodshed and wanted to bring her along, but said seriously, "Wenxin, you stay here and watch over him. I'm going to find Ruolan."

"Yes, Xin." Wen Xin blurted out her concerned advice, but then realized it was inappropriate and added an explanation: "What I meant was not to delay our return."

"okay, I get it."

Wutong nodded and turned to walk towards the woodshed.

Wenxin watched her retreating figure, feeling a strange sense of annoyance. Duan Yanxi was still groaning in pain. Wenxin glanced at him, then reached out and dislocated both of his arms.

The groans turned into screams. Wenxin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and chanted Amitabha.

Buddhism has three precepts: greed, anger, and ignorance.

For the first ten years of his life, he had never broken a single rule. But ever since he met Wutong, it seems he breaks the rules every single day.

Shakyamuni Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life, namely birth, old age, sickness, death, being with those you hate, being separated from those you love, the five aggregates being ablaze, and not getting what you want.

He was fearless about what lay ahead, but what he feared most was not being able to obtain what he desired.

Thinking about what might happen in the future, Wenxin lowered his head and sighed.

At the same time, Wutong walked to the woodshed, but heard no sound.

She peered through the crack, but her view was limited; she could only see a corner of the wall, while the rest of the room was obscured.

"Ruolan..."

Wutong called out and listened intently. The room was quiet; there wasn't even a sound of breathing.

Her heart started racing for no reason. She panicked a little and wanted to open the door and go in, but then she remembered that the door was still locked and the key should be with Duan Yanxi.

She couldn't wait to go back for the key; she wanted to break down the door right now. Looking around, she found a wood-chopping axe, grabbed it, and without hesitation, began chopping at the chain.

After a loud bang, sparks flew from the iron chain, but it did not break.

Wutong kept moving and exerted all his strength, chopping four or five times until the tiger's mouth of his hands was numb from the shock, before he finally cut the iron chain in half.

She tore off the cumbersome chains, kicked open the door, and went into the woodshed.

The room was empty, except for piles of firewood and weeds in the corner, and the air was filled with the stench of excrement, which made people nauseous.

Where did Ruolan go?

She glanced around and suddenly noticed a large hole at the base of the wall on her right. Sunlight was streaming in through the hole, shining brightly onto the ground.

Realizing what had happened, Wutong quickly walked over and crouched down to examine the hole.

The cave was no bigger than a person's head; even a slightly overweight person couldn't squeeze in. The surrounding soil was damp and fresh, clearly having been recently turned over. Furthermore, there were numerous traces of blood, not yet congealed, on the soil and bricks along the cave's edge. On a sharp protrusion of one of the rocks, a piece of flesh the size of a fingernail hung—a gruesome sight.

All these traces prove one thing—after she and Wenxin appeared, Ruolan decided to escape, digging a hole with her bare hands to get away, even though her hands were covered in blood.

If we had known today, why bother in the beginning?

Wutong couldn't quite tell if she was disappointed or sad, and slowly walked back to the main room.

Wenxin was meditating on the ground when he saw her and immediately stood up, asking, "You're back?"

The wutong tree nodded.

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He looked behind her. "Where is she?"

"She ran away."

"Oh……"

Wenxin didn't know what to say. He should have comforted her as usual, but they both felt awkward being even slightly intimate right now, so he asked, "Should we look for it?"

"Can we find it?" Wutong looked up in confusion.

She had rather complicated feelings for Ruolan. The two had once shared life and death, and also shared the same unspeakable secret.

But Ruolan was also the person who hurt her the most.

She had missed her countless times, and thought of killing her countless times. In her rage, she felt that even skinning her alive and pulling out her bones would not be too much to ask.

But now that Ruolan has really left, and that she ran away without hesitation after seeing her, she felt as if a piece of her heart had been hollowed out, and she was in excruciating pain, and she wanted to fill it back up.

The only solution is to find Ruolan, but Wutong hasn't decided whether to kill her or spare her life after finding her.

Wenxin didn't understand her dilemma, and simply followed her heart, saying, "If you want to find it, then we will."

When he said the word "we," his heart trembled involuntarily, as if they had transformed from indifferent strangers back into their former friends.

Wutong became more determined because of his words.

Who cares what happens when she gets back? All she wants now is to find Ruolan. In any case, Ruolan is at her mercy and has no power to resist. Why should she be afraid of her?

"Let's go find it."

Wutong said firmly.

Wenxin nodded, then glanced at Duan Yanxi out of the corner of her eye and asked, "What about him?"

Wutong glanced at him, her clear eyes devoid of emotion, and after a moment's thought, she said:

“I originally intended to torture him to death myself, but now it seems too late. Since it’s almost snowing season, the bears will definitely come out to forage for food and store up for hibernation. I think it would be better to break his arms and legs and throw him into the bear den. Whether he lives or dies depends on how much good fortune he accumulated in his past life.”

Wenxin agreed after hearing this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As a monk, I don't really approve of the overly bloody method of slow slicing.

Outside the village were countless mountains, teeming with wolves, tigers, and leopards, and bear dens were everywhere. The two men immediately lifted Duan Yanxi, intending to throw him into the deep mountains.

As soon as the door was opened, many villagers were seen hiding behind the courtyard wall, peeking inside.

Upon seeing the three men emerge, the villagers scattered, hiding in all directions, eager to catch a glimpse of the King of Dongqi.

Wutong was already used to this kind of gaze. He walked out of the village expressionlessly, went into the valley for two or three miles, and found a bear den. The mother bear had gone out to forage for food, leaving only two bears that could not yet walk in the den.

After putting Duan Yanxi down, the two began looking for Ruolan.

But after circling the village several times, they still couldn't find her. Their strength was limited, so they returned to the village and found the village chief, hoping he could help them.

The village chief was flattered and immediately gathered all the villagers to help them search the area around the village.

When we arrived at Niutou Village, it was still dark. After searching the surrounding area for miles, night had already fallen.

It was a pitch-black night, with neither moon nor stars. The village chief invited the two to spend the night in the village and continue their search the next morning.

Ruolan was a clever person; her mind worked even faster in dangerous situations. Wutong thought she must have found an extremely secluded place to hide, but whether she could be found was entirely a matter of luck, and there was no point in waiting until tomorrow.

However, Wenxin has been tired all day, so he should rest and have a good meal.

With that in mind, she accepted the village chief's invitation and stayed at his house for the night.

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