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

Duan Fufeng is a very proud person, so it's understandable that he doesn't want to spend her money, but Wutong is really worried about letting him go out to work.

"Okay, since you want to work, let's discuss what kind of job is most suitable for you."

Duan Fufeng nodded and sat down beside her.

The two faced each other, and Wutong asked, "Do you know how to use a computer?"

"will not."

"...If you can't work at the company, do you know how to sell things?"

"Selling things?" Duan Fufeng frowned, his innate aloofness keeping people at arm's length.

Letting someone like that do sales would be a sin against heaven...

Wutong automatically ruled out the options and carefully examined him, trying to find a job that suited him.

Duan Fufeng's advantages are obvious: he is skilled and strong, and especially good-looking. His physique is better than that of male models on magazine covers, and his face is better looking than that of movie stars.

If he were to join a talent agency and debut as a model or actor, he would definitely become an overnight sensation, right? Then he would never have to worry about not having money for food again.

Unfortunately, the two were being pursued by the authorities, and running away and showing their faces would be suicide.

After some discussion, it turned out that none of the jobs were suitable for him, and Duan Fufeng couldn't help but give a bitter laugh.

"I used to think I was omnipotent, but it turns out I can't do anything at all."

Wutong felt a pang of pain in her heart as she listened, and comforted her, "No one is perfect. Everyone has their own strengths. Your strength is in managing a country, so it's normal that you don't know these things."

When she first traveled back in time, didn't she also know nothing?

She almost starved to death at the city gate, but luckily Abuduo took her to the army camp, which is why she is still alive.

Duan Fufeng asked, "What about the expenses going forward?"

Wutong rubbed her temples and slumped onto the sofa, letting out a sigh of relief. "Let's see how it goes, one step at a time... Who knows how long we can stay here?"

Duan Fufeng didn't speak, but silently looked at her, an idea forming in his mind.

To save on living costs, Wutong went to the supermarket and bought the leftover discounted vegetables, which she then stored in the refrigerator.

The next day, Duan Fufeng said he was going to a convenience store to buy tissues. When he came back, he told her, "I found a job."

Wutong was sitting on the sofa watching TV when she heard his words and was so surprised that she almost dropped the remote control.

"What kind of job? Where did you find it?"

Duan Fufeng took out a job posting from his pocket. Wutong took it and saw that it was for a warehouse worker at a chain convenience store. The monthly salary was 4,000 yuan, with six days on and one day off, and meals were provided at 10 am every day.

"You...you didn't actually apply for the job, did you?" she asked incredulously, holding the job posting.

Duan Fufeng said, "Why not?"

"What... this is not a job you should be doing at all!"

A dignified king of the Southern Frontier working as a porter? How ridiculous! If the people of the Southern Frontier knew, they would probably want to tear her to pieces.

Duan Fufeng, however, did not take it seriously.

"All jobs in the world are equal. People who manage a country and people who sweep the streets earn their living with their hands and brains. Why can't I be a porter?"

Wutong opened her mouth as if trying to persuade him, but he made a gesture to speak separately.

"Don't try to persuade me anymore. It's only natural for a man to go out and work. There's no reason for him to live off you all the time. This job is also the most suitable for my current status. I don't have to show my face in public, and I don't need to know how to use a computer."

He paused for two seconds, then walked up to Wutong, took her hand that was holding the notice, and said earnestly, "I don't care about hardship or suffering, but I don't want to see you go hungry. Wutong, I love you."

I love you……

These three words magnified infinitely in Wutong's mind, eventually invading her entire heart.

He loved her, and she loved him.

She was willing to do anything to make him happy.

In the end, Wutong agreed to let Duan Fufeng go to work as a porter, earning a living through manual labor. The monthly salary of four thousand yuan wasn't much, but it would ensure they would have enough to eat and wear until the center found them.

Duan Fufeng knew that Dior's clothes were expensive, so he specially bought a few cheaper outfits.

On his first morning at work, he wore a denim jumpsuit with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and carried a shoulder bag containing a water bottle, gloves, bandages, and other items. He stood by the door and waved to Wutong.

"I am leaving."

Wutong couldn't bear to part with him, so she stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"You shouldn't go, okay? I really don't want you to do this kind of work... Duan Fufeng, you almost became emperor once."

Fortunately, Li Deming wasn't here; otherwise, if he had seen Duan Fufeng making such a sacrifice for her, he would have definitely drawn his sword and killed her.

Duan Fufeng smiled, cupped her face in his hands, kissed her soft, cherry-blossom-like lips, and then patted the top of her head.

"Sweetie, wait for me to come home."

he's gone.

The door opened and closed again, and finally the footsteps faded into the distance.

Wutong stood in front of the sofa as if her soul had left her body, her heart filled with worry and sorrow.

Unlike the earth-shattering pain of a mouse's death, this pain was gentle and silent, spreading unnoticed until it had already taken over the entire body.

Please come back safely... She prayed silently, staring at the closed door.

Duan Fufeng went to work, leaving Wutong alone at home with nothing to do. Duan Fufeng had gotten up early to finish all the housework, saying that her hand wasn't healed yet and she wasn't allowed to do anything. He even prepared lunch in advance, so she could just heat it up in the microwave when it was time to eat.

Wutong first watched TV for a while, but most of the programs made her feel bored. She watched Animal World for more than two hours, but her eyes got a little tired, so she went to the balcony to look at the scenery.

The city is much less developed than before, with new buildings concentrated only in the city center. Their apartment building is considered to have a relatively good location and facilities; from her window, she can see the city center square.

It's the weekend, and the square is bustling with activity, with giant cartoon-shaped balloons floating around in the air.

Wutong watched with a smile for a while, but then, remembering that Duan Fufeng might be suffering right now, she suddenly lost all interest and went back to the living room to collapse onto the sofa.

Perhaps it was because they had spent too much time together, but as soon as Duan Fufeng left, she felt empty inside and didn't know what to do.

That won't do. Dependence makes people weak, and even though she has already acknowledged her love, she doesn't want to become a burden to him.

Even if I can't protect him, I should at least be able to fight alongside him.

Wutong looked at her hands and remembered that when she rented the apartment, the agent had mentioned there was a desktop computer in the closet with free internet access; she just needed to plug it in to use it. So she took it out, assembled it, and turned it on.

The computer hadn't been used in a long time, so it booted up slowly. Wutong glanced at the screen absentmindedly, mentally calculating what she needed to look up later.

What should she do?

Should we find Duan Fufeng a more comfortable new job? Or should we look at the map and find the city most likely to evade the central search?