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

Wutong shook her head: "Let's go find Li Deming."

She hadn't said that last night; she changed her mind at the last minute. Wenxin didn't ask her why; she went back to her room to pack her things and then left with her.

As the two stepped out of the courtyard, the village chief, just waking up, pushed open the door to yawn. He paused, startled to see them, then suddenly jolted awake and ran over to ask:

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Wutong said, "I have more important things to deal with."

"Aren't you going to look for someone?"

"...No, thank you all for the past two days. Goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and winked at Wenxin. Wenxin picked up her things, and the two walked to the village entrance, mounted the horses tied there, and left.

The village chief followed closely behind until they disappeared behind the hillside, still unable to figure out why they had suddenly changed their minds. Just as he was about to go home and ask someone, he turned around and saw the furtive-looking Niu Laosan. He pulled him out and asked, "Did you say something to her?"

Even Niu Laosan himself was bewildered.

"I...I don't know either..."

Wutong and Wenxin went to town to collect the winter supplies they had purchased. The cart was so full that there was no room for people to sit. They had to sit side by side on the shaft, with Wenxin driving the cart.

Fortunately, Wenxin's skills were superb, and the carriage still moved smoothly on the uneven muddy road. In this small space, the two were even able to maintain a certain distance from each other, only bumping into each other when the ride was particularly bumpy. After the bump, they immediately separated, neither turning their head to the side, but their eyes were always on each other out of the corner of their eyes.

The return journey was much slower than the journey there. Many supplies couldn't withstand the shaking, and the weather was even colder than when we left. It hadn't snowed yet, but the cold wind was already making Wutong's ears ache.

She couldn't take it anymore, so she stopped the carriage, jumped down, rummaged through the supplies, found a thick felt hat, put it on her head, pulled it down hard to cover her ears, and only then did she feel a little better.

"Do you want one?" she asked, shaking another hat.

He shook his head.

She covered the supplies exactly as they were, tucked the hat into her bosom, jumped onto the carriage, and was ready to give them to Wenxin at any time.

The carriage continued its journey, and after nearly a day's travel, it finally arrived outside Li Deming's camp.

The guards were all present today, and since no one was out hunting, they were free to keep watch. Seeing a carriage approaching in the distance, they raised their weapons, became wary, and stared intently.

Upon approaching, he recognized the tree as a phoenix tree, immediately packed up his things, and ran over, shouting, "The King is back!"

Wutong felt quite embarrassed because when making the purchases, she only thought about what Hanshan Temple needed and didn't buy anything for them.

After thinking it over, he took a large bag of dried beef from the carriage, stuffed it into the guard's hand, and said, "Have the kitchen prepare an extra meal tonight."

The guard had been eating rabbit meat for months on end, to the point that he wished he could turn into a rabbit himself. He hugged the beef and said joyfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"You're welcome. Where is Li Deming?"

"Lord Li is in his own tent. Shall I go and inform you?"

"No need, I'll go myself."

Wutong gazed in the direction of Li Deming's tent, took two steps forward, and thought of Wenxin. Just as she was about to turn back and tell him to wait here, she saw that he had already tied his horse to a tree and was following behind her, so she changed her mind and let him come along as well.

Before the two even entered the tent, they could hear the clear and loud cries of a baby coming from inside.

Wutong gently lifted the curtain and saw Li Deming holding a baby boy in his two large hands, standing in the center of the tent, looking awkward yet familiar.

As she coaxed him, a rare hint of tenderness appeared on her resolute and indifferent face.

If he knew the child's identity, would he still be as patient as he is now?

I'm afraid it would be good if he wasn't killed with a single blow.

Thinking this, Wutong called out, "Lord Li."

Li Deming turned his head in surprise and asked, "You're back already?"

"Hmm." Wutong nodded and walked in, casually taking the child from his arms and holding him close, saying, "I just arrived."

"Have you bought everything you need? I'll have the guards deliver it to the mountains."

"There's no rush," Wutong said, looking at him. "I learned something there that I'd like to tell you."

Li Deming gestured, "Then sit down and we'll talk slowly."

After Wutong and Wenxin took their seats, Li Deming had someone brew tea. After taking the first sip, he asked, "What have you heard?"

The baby boy was awake and had stopped crying, curiously playing with the fabric strips on Wutong's clothes. She pinched his soft face, her heart softening, and looked up with a complex mix of emotions.

"I now know where this child comes from."

"His origins?" Li Deming asked, puzzled. "Didn't you say you rescued him from human slave traders? Have you already found his parents?"

Wutong nodded. "That's right."

"Who is it? Someone from one of the surrounding villages?"

“They do live in the surrounding villages, but they are not ordinary people, but rather…” Wutong pursed her lips and said slowly and deliberately, “They are the children of Duan Yanxi and Ruolan.”

Li Deming was stunned, unable to recover for a long time. His eyes were as big as copper bells as he looked at the baby boy in disbelief.

The baby boy was oblivious to the change in atmosphere inside the tent, intently playing with a strip of cloth and even putting it in his mouth to chew.

Time slowly passed, and Li Deming slowly began to speak.

"Is this really true?"

Wutong smiled bitterly and said, "I find this even more unacceptable than you do, so why would I need to lie to you?"

Li Deming thought so too, but the thought of accepting that the child was Duan Yanxi's son felt more disgusting than swallowing a fly.

"Where did you learn about this?"

Wutong knew that he wouldn't believe her if she didn't tell him, so she briefly recounted the whole story to him.

After listening, Li Deming remained silent for a long time before suddenly standing up, drawing his dagger, and walking towards her.

As if teleporting, Wenxin appeared in front of Wutong in the blink of an eye, spreading her arms wide and asking Li Deming with a stern expression.

"what are you up to?"

Li Deming said, "Get out of the way, I just want to kill this bastard."

Although Duan Yanxi was Duan Fufeng's biological brother, he was also a despicable person who usurped his throne. In particular, he would send assassins to kill him from time to time and deliberately make things difficult for the southern border in terms of government affairs.

In Li Deming's mind, his identity was never that of the King of Southern Xinjiang's brother, nor of a monarch, but of an enemy.

Now that the enemy has been defeated and his son is in his hands, how can he not kill him?

Wenxin said coldly, "The child was rescued by Wutong, and she was the one who found out the information. What right do you have to do this?"

Li Deming sneered: "So you're trying to protect this child? I won't be soft-hearted just because you're a monk. Get out of my way!"

Instead of yielding, Wenxin assumed a fighting stance, ready to snatch his dagger.

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