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

Chapter 6 Being an official depends on courage

Without those people's obstruction, dredging the riverbed became much easier.

Li Duwei also ordered people to bring over all the horses that had been left behind to transport river mud.

It took several days to dredge the two rivers together.

The water level of the Dingjiang River has visibly decreased, and the surrounding floodwaters have receded considerably, revealing more of the mountain peaks.

The only regret is that the tributary has overflowed and can no longer be used by boat; it will take at least several months before it can be used normally again.

This infuriated the officials, but since they had no boats to get out, they could only stand there helplessly on the mountaintop.

The next task didn't require so many people. Lieutenant Li bid farewell to Tian Weitang, asked him for the hundred or so boats, and headed further upstream.

Tian Weitang liked Li Duwei very much and invited him to come over for drinks sometime in the future.

Of course, that is, if everyone is still alive by then.

As they left, their boat passed over that high-lying land, and from a distance they could see a person standing on the shore digging something.

Because of the girl's death, Wutong had a deep impression of this place, so she went over to take a look and found that the person was Zhao Dabao.

Zhao Dabao also saw them, glanced at them, then turned back to continue digging his pit, his movements mechanical and his expression numb.

Wutong murmured, "What is he digging for..."

Zhao Sanyang, who was well-informed, said, "Don't you know? His son was too badly injured and died just two days after being rescued. I guess they were digging up his grave."

When Wutong rescued the boy, she knew that given his injuries and the medical conditions available at the time, he wouldn't live much longer.

However, hearing this news so suddenly still gave me a jolt.

With extremely mixed feelings and exhausted bodies, three thousand soldiers arrived in Queensland.

Queensland has fewer breaches and is in a slightly better situation than Jingzhou, but most areas are still flooded.

Wutong didn't expect to find Zhoujia Village right away, so she just did what the soldiers did every day, only paying a little attention to see if there were any familiar sights.

On this day, they drove into a mountain range, with a dam not far away.

Lieutenant Li stood at the bow of the ship and gazed into the distance for a while before saying, "There are no towns ahead. Let's find a hilltop to dock, rest for a bit, and then set off again."

"Yes."

The soldiers chose a relatively large hilltop to dock on the shore, where they dug stoves, lit fires, and cooked.

When they left Jingzhou, Tian Weitang gave them a lot of food to take with them on the road so they wouldn't go hungry.

Unable to refuse their hospitality, they accepted everything and relied on these things to stave off hunger along the way.

The cooks were busy, while the others found tree trunks to lean against, some standing and some sitting.

Nanxing and Wutong stood under the tree and spotted a bright red fruit on the canopy. They bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, held it between two fingers, and tossed it at an angle, causing the fruit to fall to the ground.

He picked it up and handed it to Wutong: "Here, have some."

Wutong let out a sound and wiped the fruit with her sleeve.

Her sleeves were also very dirty. She hadn't changed her clothes since she came out. She had fallen into the mud and gotten dirty that time. When she came out, she just wiped them with water and didn't dare to take them off to wash them.

Even now, the clothes still have mud stuck in them, and the fruit, which was originally smooth, becomes grayish after being wiped.

She found it hilarious, chuckled twice to make the best of a bad situation, broke the fruit in half, and shared it with Nanxing.

The fruit was sour and astringent, and it was hard to tell if it was an apple or a pear. In any case, it didn't taste good, but it was not bad to have it as a treat during difficult times.

Wutong vaguely felt that the taste was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had eaten it before.

Zhao Sanyang walked over with a pigeon on his shoulder.

He got some beans from the cooks to feed Fei Nu.

Wutong broke off another half of her fruit and tossed it to him.

He accepted it without hesitation, took a bite, and asked indistinctly while chewing, "Aren't you really going to write a letter to the general? My Fei Nu has been idle for so long, I feel embarrassed."

Wutong said helplessly, "It's no use writing it; he won't read it."

Otherwise, the documents wouldn't have been piled up so high when she arrived.

Abdo became an official solely because of his audacity; social niceties and networking were all unnecessary in his eyes.

Zhao Sanyang had a sudden inspiration and suggested, "Why don't we draw a picture for him? Surely he can understand a picture, right?"

Wutong said, "Get out of here! Do you think the general is a child? If you go back, he'll cut you with his sword."

Zhao Sanyang chuckled and leaned over to put his arm around Wutong's shoulder. He was slightly taller than Wutong, so the position was just right for him to rest his head on her shoulder as well: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. With you here, the general won't do anything to me."

Wutong rolled her eyes: "You really think highly of me."

"That's the truth..."

Nanxing stood by and watched as he hugged Wutong and talked about how close Wutong and Abuduo were. Her face turned pale with anger. She dropped the fruit, clenched her fist, and threw it at him.

Zhao Sanyang was knocked to the ground by him, covered his eyes and cried out in pain, and the two wrestled together.

"You guys are so noisy... Take your time fighting, I'm going to sleep..."

Following the principle of not wasting anything, Wutong picked up Nanxing's past, asked the kitchen soldier for water to wash it, put it in her mouth, and found a quiet place to lie down.

She gets seasick and can't sleep well on the ship, but now that she's finally on land, she's going to seize the opportunity to get a good night's sleep.

As soon as I lay down, sleepiness washed over me, and my eyelids closed involuntarily.

As I was drifting off to sleep, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded beside me.

"Sister Wutong..."

She felt as if she had been pricked with a needle, and suddenly opened her eyes, looking left and right, but there was no one around.

"Are you dreaming?"

Wutong rubbed her eyes, preparing to go back to sleep. Just as she was about to close her eyes, the voice called out joyfully again.

"It really is Sister Wutong! Sister Wutong, it's me! I'm in the tree!"

She sat bolt upright with a start, looked up, and sure enough, saw a thin figure perched on a tree branch.

It was a girl with tanned skin, wearing two braids that were rather unruly, sticking out crookedly. She had obviously done it herself, and was staring at her with two big, dark, grape-like eyes.

This person looks familiar, who is it...?

Wutong thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead, pointed at her, and shouted, "Mountain!"

Zhou Shan! The girl who told her her mother was dead when she woke up after transmigrating was also her great-aunt's biological daughter.

When Zhou Shan saw that she recognized him, he nodded excitedly: "Sister Wutong! You're finally back!"

Since Zhou Shan is here, is Zhoujia Village behind him?

Wutong was wide awake and reached out to her, "Come down, why did you climb the tree?"

Zhou Shan grabbed her hand and jumped down, the bamboo basket on his back hitting her back, the contents of which rattled together.

End of this chapter