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

Wenxin's body plummeted through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it passed the wutong tree and arrived at her feet.

Just before hitting the bottom, he quickly wrapped the rope around his arm a few times and simultaneously braced his feet on the rock face to slow his descent.

The loose hemp rope was stretched to its limit, so taut it looked like it was about to break at any moment.

Seeing that the distance was about right, Wenxin released the rope and leaped to the ground. His movements were beautiful and concise, without any hesitation, reminiscent of a black panther walking in the jungle...

No, at such a high cliff, even Black Panther would have died if he fell. How could anyone have his quick reaction speed and judgment?

Wutong clicked her tongue in amazement, then looked away and continued climbing. She had initially thought she was climbing quite fast, but with the comparison, she felt like a snail.

Especially when, not long after, Wenxin rushed past her carrying her things, and in that fleeting moment, she told her, "Don't rush, climb slowly."

He meant well, but unfortunately he said the wrong thing.

Wutong felt humiliated, her pride soared, and she vowed to catch up with him.

She stared intently at his back, climbing tirelessly. After what seemed like an eternity, she had climbed less than ten meters when Wenxin landed on the cliff top. She put her things down, grabbed the rope, and jumped back down.

Monster... an extremely powerful monster...

Wutong refused to admit that he was indeed powerful, and continued to climb upwards while grumbling inwardly.

Before she even reached the top of the cliff, Wenxin had already made countless trips back and forth, carrying everything except what was on her person up to the Immovable Peak. Then she jumped to her side, stretched out her hand, and said, "Let me help you."

Wutong angrily turned her face away.

"No need, I have my own hands and feet."

Wenxin said, "The things have all been moved, and we're just waiting for you."

So he's complaining that she's slow, isn't he?

Wutong, enraged, said, "Then go back to the temple and let me climb slowly by myself. Don't look down on me."

Wenxin frowned, seemingly lost in thought. A few seconds later, he actually changed direction and leaped back to the top of the cliff.

Wutong was exhausted, covered in sweat, and her muscles ached. After the sweat dried in the cold wind, her clothes clung to her body like ice cubes, the alternating sensations of hot and cold were indescribable.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked up at the distant cliff top, and wished her parents had given her more hands and legs. She took a deep breath and tried her best to climb up.

As night fell, she finally reached the edge of the cliff.

The moon was bright and the stars were few, the light was dim. In the dim light, Wutong seemed to see a figure crouching in front of her. Before she could reach out and grab the cliff wall to climb up, the person grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the ground.

After being suspended in mid-air for most of the day, Wutong finally landed firmly on the ground. Exhausted, she lay on the ground and felt discomfort in her waist, as if something was pressing against it. When she reached out to touch it, she found that Wenxin's hand was being pressed down by her.

She quickly moved away, withdrew her hand, and rubbed her wrist.

He jumped from such a high place before and was fine, how could he be broken by her pressing down on him?

affectation.

To express her deepest contempt, Wutong snorted.

The voice of Wenxin was tinged with helplessness.

"I just wanted to get us to the temple as quickly as possible. I didn't mean to overtake you on purpose, and I certainly wasn't trying to show off to you."

Wutong pouted.

"No, no, I didn't say anything... Or do you think I'm that kind of petty person?"

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Ask yourself, "Isn't that right?"

“...Of course not!” Wutong retorted sternly, but her cheeks involuntarily flushed.

Fortunately, it was dark and she couldn't see. She rubbed her face vigorously, stood up, and said, "Don't waste time, hurry up and move the things to the temple."

After saying that, he picked up two large bags and ran towards the temple as if fleeing.

Wenxin shook her head as she watched her retreating figure and began to collect the remaining items.

It was quite late, and when we entered the temple, Master Xuyun was already asleep; the room was completely dark.

Even if he were awake, he probably wouldn't bother to come out and greet them. They sorted the supplies and put them away neatly. Wenxin went to cook, while Wutong slipped into Duan Fufeng's room to check on him.

During the many days they had been away from the mountain, her biggest worry was Duan Fufeng, fearing that his condition might have worsened and he might have suddenly died while they were gone.

Although she had already prepared herself for the possibility that he would die if he couldn't be cured, Wutong still didn't want to face the situation when she thought about it.

And with the last hope still intact, it would be such a pity to die now.

Fortunately, Duan Fufeng looked exactly the same as when she left, still lying quietly on the bed, her face as white as jade, her eyebrows and nose the most exquisitely sculpted work in the world.

She touched his thin face, wanting to tell him about what had happened down the mountain.

If Duan Fufeng were still awake, what would he do? Would his first reaction, like Li Deming's, be to kill the child?

Probably so. Duan Yanxi almost took everything from him, plunging him from heaven to hell, leaving him nearly unable to recover. Under such circumstances, even if he killed Duan Yanxi's son, no one would have the right to criticize him, after all... his son also died young because of Duan Yanxi.

Suddenly remembering the rat, Wutong felt a sharp pain in her heart. She dared not look at Duan Fufeng anymore, wiped her eyes clean, and walked out.

Wenxin lit a fire and started cooking a pot of porridge. The iron pot made a bubbling sound, and the air was filled with the refreshing aroma of rice porridge.

There were two sesame seed cakes on the table, which they had brought up from the foot of the mountain. They had been reheated and looked oily.

The side dish that Wenxin ate with rice was a small plate of pickled cucumber, only four or five pieces.

Such a big guy, eating this kind of thing... Wutong was genuinely worried he would become malnourished, and really wanted to share a piece of her sesame seed cake with him. However, she couldn't persuade him to eat meat before, and now that he's a monk, she can't even try to persuade him.

After the porridge was cooked, the two of them ate their dinner in silence, then washed up and went to bed.

The next day, Wutong got up very early, washed rice and cooked porridge, and put the pickled vegetables, fermented bean curd and other things she bought from the foot of the mountain into a plate and placed it on the wooden table.

When the chanting of sutras echoed in the Buddhist hall, she took out the cotton hat and cotton coat she had bought for Xuyun... Because Wenxin was so stubborn, she returned the cotton coat after buying it, but while packing her things at the inn, Wutong secretly bought it back and stuffed it into the innermost layer of her package.

She didn't care about repaying or anything like that. In life, the most important thing is to be well-fed, well-clothed, and free. Apart from life and death, everything else is secondary.

My legs were numb from standing outside the Buddhist hall. During that time, Wutong went to check on the porridge a few times. After it was cooked, she would put out the fire and come back to wait with the clothes in her arms.

The chanting finally stopped, the wooden door opened, and Wenxin stepped out.

He first saw Wutong's face and subconsciously looked away. When he looked down, he saw what was in her arms and stared in astonishment.

Wutong grinned at him, then skipped over him and ran to Xuyun, saying:

"Master, these are the new clothes we bought for you down the mountain."

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