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

Li Deming knew he couldn't beat him, but he was good at fighting, and fighting is never a one-man show, so he planned to call in his guards.

Wutong stared at the two of them speechlessly.

“We’re all in the same boat now, if we sink, we sink together. Is it really necessary to fight? Instead of wasting time, let’s discuss how to deal with this child.”

Li Deming snorted.

"What else can we do? Kill them, of course. Otherwise, do you want to keep them by your side and raise a menace?"

Wutong said, "As long as we don't, he won't even know who his biological father is when he grows up. How could he become a menace?"

Li Deming said, "Why bother seeing his biological father? His father's blood flows in his veins. Unless you can give him a complete transformation, he will grow up to be the second Duan Yanxi, and will continue to harm the people whenever he has the chance."

Wutong was caught in a dilemma and could no longer argue.

Perhaps because she had been a mother herself, she was able to personally torture Duan Yanxi to death without batting an eye, but she couldn't bring herself to do it to a child who was completely harmless and had never done anything wrong.

Perhaps, as Li Deming said, he might not grow up to be a good person. But at least they had the opportunity to teach him to be a good person, didn't they?

If everyone could only follow in their parents' footsteps, how many great people would the world lose?

She examined the child closely; his eyebrows and eyes resembled Duan Yanxi's, while his mouth and nose were like Ruolan's. After Li Deming's meticulous care during this period, his skin had regained its fair and tender appearance, and he had a handsome and refined appearance.

He should be almost a year old now. His limbs are gradually becoming stronger, and he can consciously grasp things with his fingers. I estimate that he'll be able to walk and speak soon.

He is a living, breathing person.

Birth is never a sin, just as Hao should not have been born and died, so it is the same for him.

As Wutong took a deep breath, intending to get serious with Li Deming, the baby boy pulled hard and broke the ribbon on her clothes.

The belt fell to the ground, and he clenched his empty fist and burst into tears.

In the past, when Li Deming heard him cry, he would be so anxious that he didn't know what to do and would try his best to cheer him up.

Today, however, it was as if she had seized an opportunity. Pointing at him, she said, "Look! Even if he doesn't grow up to be a beast like his father, he's still a born troublemaker!"

Wutong sighed.

"Lord Li, the bad deeds of the older generation are their own debts. Why implicate the innocent? Or do you hope that Duan Fufeng's child will remember these hatreds for a lifetime and be ready to eradicate the enemy at any time? Will he be happy that way?"

Li Deming withdrew his hand in a daze, then stiffened his neck and glanced to the side.

"So you still want to help them. Your Highness has truly loved the wrong person."

“I just feel that all deep-seated hatred should end in our hands, there’s no need to pass it on. Kill those who should be killed, bury those who should be buried. Now that the world is at peace, why can’t our descendants have some happy days?” Wutong looked at the baby boy, who was still crying. The crying was indeed annoying, but it was full of vitality.

"I hope I can give him a fresh start."

Li Deming slowly turned his head, looked at her for a while, and asked, "How do we begin?"

Wutong said, "Now that Ruolan has escaped, she won't show her face again anytime soon. Even if she knows the child is in our hands, she won't dare to snatch him. I plan to take this opportunity to find him a respectable family to raise him."

Li Deming mocked, "If he goes to a good family, he'll probably only harm them."

“Duan Yanxi is dead. We must look forward and not dwell on the past.” Wutong asked, “Lord Li, is that right?”

Li Deming didn't answer, but instead asked her, "Where are you going to send him? Pingzhou? Chuanzhou?"

Wutong shook her head. "There are too many things to do right now, and I can't handle them all. I want to take him back to the mountain first, and then deal with this matter when I have the opportunity in the future."

Li Deming said coldly, "I'm afraid the old monk on the mountain won't let you take the child. Besides, what day is 'tomorrow'? The day the prince died, isn't it?"

Wutong sensed the hidden meaning in his words and couldn't help but ask, "What does Lord Li mean by this?"

Li Deming walked towards her, but Wenxin blocked his way, preventing him from getting any closer.

Wutong said, "Wenxin, tell him to come over."

Reluctantly, he stepped back. Li Deming glanced at him, walked to the sycamore tree, and stretched out his hands:

“Since you are willing to save the prince, you are benefiting the entire Southern Frontier and are a benefactor to the people of the Southern Frontier. I am also a native of the Southern Frontier, and it is only right that I repay you. During the time you are trying to save the prince, as long as you do not give up, I will take care of him for you for one more day.”

Wutong exclaimed in surprise, "Really? But Lord Li, weren't you just..."

If it weren't for Wenxin's presence, the baby boy would probably be decapitated by now.

Li Deming sighed.

"As you said, grudges and grievances are matters of the previous generation and have nothing to do with me. I was distracted because the prince was unconscious and I was taking my hatred out on him."

Wutong sighed, "It's wonderful that you think this way."

Li Deming raised his hand: "So Your Majesty, you can just hand the child over to me. I may not be good at much else, but I keep my word. I would never do something like killing him the moment you leave."

Wutong was both amused and exasperated, and handed the child to him.

Li Deming held the baby in his arms. The baby boy was still the same weight as before, but he felt much heavier, pressing down on his heart.

Wutong and Wenxin were in a hurry to go back, and did not stay for dinner. After discussing the matter of the child, they planned to leave.

Knowing the mountain path was difficult and they were carrying so much stuff, Li Deming assigned several strong guards to escort them to the foot of Immovable Peak.

With the help of the guards, the mountain path became much easier to traverse. The more people there were, the more lively it became. Wutong was approachable, and Wenxin was also approachable, completely different from the stern and unsmiling Li Deming.

The two got along quite well with the guards, and when they arrived at the foot of Mount Fudomine, they even wanted to help them carry their things to the summit.

Wutong quickly refused, but finally persuaded them to give up their idea by mentioning Xuyun, and they left the mountain reluctantly.

Looking up at the mountain peak, it resembles a giant bamboo shoot, soaring straight into the sky.

The only way to get up the mountain was by that hemp rope. Looking at the "mountain" piled up at their feet, Wutong and Wenxin exchanged a glance, each picked up their things and carried them on their shoulders. They then grabbed the rocks and rope with both hands and began to climb up, resigned to their fate.

Wutong believed that it was just a matter of strength, and its climbing speed should not be much worse than Wenxin's.

Unexpectedly, after stepping onto the wall, Wenxin grabbed the rope with one hand and the cliff face with the other, and actually used his lightness skill, like a powerful immortal, to leap to the top of the cliff in the blink of an eye, unload the things on his shoulders, grab the end of the rope and jump down.

The entire body plummets nearly a thousand meters through the air, a thrill comparable to skydiving.

The sycamore tree clung to the wall, staring in disbelief.