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

After returning to the inn, Wutong didn't leave the house for two whole days. Besides taking care of Duan Fufeng, she was also considering whether or not to go to the immortal sect.

The immortal sect is dangerous, and it may not be as wonderful as the rumors say.

But Xu Yun had told her that the immortals inside possessed superb medical skills, and he had no reason to lie to her. Besides, after spending so much time and making so many preparations to get to Haigang Town, wouldn't it be a waste to suddenly give up?

Immortal Sect... Immortal Sect...

These two words gave her a headache. Every day she would sit by the window staring blankly at the sea, always feeling that a door would suddenly appear in the sky, allowing her to carry Duan Fufeng inside.

One night, Wutong was half asleep when a thought popped into her head: "Go! Failure is just death." She had come prepared to die, so what was the point of backing down at the last minute?

She has been here for almost ten years, which is considered a lucky break. She has no regrets about living this long.

For some inexplicable reason, Wutong made up her mind to go find the Immortal Sect.

February 15th, the day of Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects).

Li Deming and his men waited outside the inn early in the morning to welcome Wutong and Duan Fufeng downstairs.

They were all dressed in civilian clothes, and their weapons were wrapped in cloth straps and carried on their backs. However, the sudden appearance of so many unfamiliar faces still attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, Wutong stepped out first, followed by the coachman carrying Duan Fufeng on his back.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?"

Li Deming went up to her and asked her in a very low voice.

She nodded. "Lead the way."

Li Deming walked toward the port, followed by his guards who protected them and kept them away from the crowd.

The group arrived at the dock, and among the fishing boats, a sturdy and luxurious merchant ship stood out.

This boat was specially transferred from Jinzhou by Li Deming. It was sturdy yet ingenious, and could be operated by one person. The keel was made of the hardest ironwood, which could not be cut even with a kitchen knife. The hull was made of the finest teak, coated with countless layers of lacquer, which not only provided excellent waterproofing but also made the boat as beautiful as a work of art, bathed in the brilliant sunlight on the sea.

The sails were closed at the moment. Wutong had led troops out to sea to fight pirates before, so he had no pressure in controlling the ship. His only worry came from Duan Fufeng.

She turned around, took him from the driver, and half-embraced him.

Duan Fufeng's head rested limply on her shoulder, his handsome face fully revealed, his eyelashes casting deep shadows on his fair, jade-like skin. He didn't look like he had fainted; he looked like he had fallen asleep in her arms.

Li Deming looked at the two of them and said, "I entrust the prince to you. No matter what the outcome, please take him back to the Southern Frontier and do not let him die alone outside."

Wutong gave a wry smile, realizing that she couldn't even guarantee that, and could only say, "I will do my best."

If you are caught in a storm, you will be smashed to pieces. Who can guarantee that you will escape unscathed?

Li Deming's mouth was half-open, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated, afraid of putting pressure on her. Finally, he raised his hand and gently patted Wutong's shoulder.

"Thank you."

Wutong glanced at him, her gaze sweeping over the guards and commoners behind him. The thought that they might be the last people she would ever see made her feel complicated.

The wind and waves rising on the sea caused the ships to rock slightly, as if silently urging them on.

Wutong pursed her lips, turned around, helped Duan Fufeng into the cabin, and waved to them.

Li Deming didn't move, but took a step forward, almost rushing forward to take her place at sea.

However, after knowing her for so many years, he already knows her personality inside and out. Once she sets her mind on something or wants to do it, no one can stop her from succeeding.

He used to think it was foolish, but now he's glad that the prince fell in love with such a person.

What could any other woman who only knows how to cry and whine do for him?

The ship left the harbor, unfurled its sails, and quickly sailed away with the gentle breeze.

The onlookers dispersed, but Li Deming and his guards remained at the port, their eyes fixed on the growing darker figure.

After an unknown amount of time, someone came up to him and reported.

"Lord Li, Lord Wang has sent people several times to urge you to return to Lingyun Prefecture as soon as possible."

Li Deming then withdrew his gaze and coldly gave them instructions.

"I will set off immediately and return in no time. You will remain stationed at the port every day, and if anything unusual happens, send a message by carrier pigeon immediately."

"Yes, my lord."

Li Deming mounted his horse and glanced at the sea one last time.

No ships could be seen there anymore; only an endless horizon stretched from one end of the sky to the other, connecting the entire world.

"Giddy up!" He forced himself to crack the whip for the first time, and the horse galloped away from the port.

The first day was calm.

Seeing that the phoenix trees were almost in full bloom, she stopped going forward and instead rolled up the sail to its fullest extent, letting it drift slowly forward with the wind, while she began to cook dinner in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Most of the supplies on board were purchased from Jinzhou, and some were replenished after arriving at the port, so the ship had everything it needed and everything was very fresh.

Wutong chopped some pork and threw it into the pot to simmer slowly with rice. She also lit another stove and stewed an egg custard.

She is not particular about food and eats whatever is available, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that she can survive no matter what the circumstances, and she won't go hungry. The disadvantage is that after so many years, her cooking skills haven't improved at all, and the mountain community has more dishes than she does.

Shan… Suddenly remembering this name, Wutong realized she had forgotten to say goodbye to her.

Before I left, I had promised her that no matter what I did, I would write to her and that I would definitely go back to find her.

If they encounter storms, she'll probably have to break her promise again...

The sunset was reflected on the sea, and the sky and the ground were all a deep, vibrant red.

A pang of guilt welled up in Wutong's heart. Fortunately, the steamed egg custard was ready quickly, so she shifted her attention to go and get it. She didn't notice how hot the clay pot was, and she almost burned her fingers. In a flurry, she grabbed two pieces of rag to wrap her hands before finally managing to take the steamed egg custard off the stove.

Lifting the lid, a familiar aroma wafts out.

She scooped up a little with a wooden spoon and tasted it. She found that it tasted quite good, with just the right amount of saltiness. She then turned to Duan Fufeng and said, "You're in for a treat today."

Duan Fufeng leaned against the cabin wall, half of his face illuminated by the sunset, while the other half was shrouded in shadow.

Wutong fed him steamed egg custard, and just as the porridge was ready, she started feeding him porridge as well.

After dinner, it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. You could only see lights in the distance, which were probably lighthouses guiding ships at night.

The lighthouse was useless to her, because no one knew which way was to where she was going, and she could only wander around this sea like a vagabond.