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

The next day, Ruolan went to the blind man's mother's house alone.

She didn't leave any message, but when Wutong opened her eyes in the morning and saw that the blanket next to her was empty, she guessed where she had gone.

She thought she would feel terrible, but it was much better than she imagined. After a night, her heart was numb with pain.

Wutong got out of bed, went to the kitchen to start a fire, threw the last handful of rice into the pot, and then sat in the yard grinding rice husks.

They ground grain after grain, and by midday, they had ground more than half a bowl of broken rice. Ruolan had also returned.

She wore a light blue coarse cloth dress, the rough workmanship of which could not hide her slender figure.

His skin was rougher than before he transmigrated, and his eyes looked more mature.

She walked gracefully towards us, carrying a cloth bag the size of a fist, with a noticeable bulge in it.

Wutong had already seen her, but she kept grinding rice husks without looking up.

Until Ruolan walked up to her and said, "The fields have all been sold for a total of five taels of silver. The blind man's mother said she wanted to buy another piece of land to build a new house for the blind man, so I gave her the house as well, and added three taels. She said we can start building the house after we get married."

Wutong continued working with her hands, seemingly oblivious to what she was saying.

Ruolan looked at her, her face hesitant, and after a while asked in a low voice, "Stop dawdling, come with me to Master Zhou's house, okay? Young Master Zhou said he has something to say to you."

Wutong finally raised her head, picked up the stone, and stood up.

Ruolan took a half step back, but then felt it was too deliberate, so she stood back up.

The sycamore tree droops its eyelids, its eyes shimmering with light.

Of all the days since she transmigrated, nothing has hurt her more than Ruolan's current reaction.

She tossed the stone aside and walked out of the yard.

"Wutong, where are you going?" Ruolan called out in a daze.

"Aren't we going to Master Zhou's house? I'll go with you."

Hearing her answer, Ruolan breathed a sigh of relief, ran over, holding the money bag in one hand and taking her hand in the other.

"Thank you."

Wutong didn't respond, but a self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips.

The two entered Master Zhou's house. Master Zhou's lame son, Zhou Pan'an, was reading in the study. As soon as he heard that they had arrived, he immediately limped out.

Looking at the sycamore tree, he smiled deeply: "We meet again."

Wutong remained expressionless, neither pleased nor angry, as if there were a large rock in front of her.

Ruolan stepped forward, her fingers tightly gripping the money pouch hidden in her sleeve, and asked, "Young Master Zhou, do you still stand by what we said yesterday?"

"Of course it counts. It seems you've already prepared your dowry? Come, sit down and let's talk."

Zhou Pan'an led them to the study. As they passed a room with the door slightly ajar, a woman was sitting inside.

The woman was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with an ordinary appearance and simple clothes, but her eyes were full of resentment, making her unforgettable.

Wutong stared at him for a few more moments, and Zhou Pan'an noticed, so he yelled into the door, "What are you staring at? You old hen that eats rice but doesn't lay eggs!"

The woman immediately closed the door, and their soft sobs accompanied them into the study.

Zhou Pan'an closed the study door, and his ears were immediately at peace.

“Ignore her, she’s just a complaining woman.” Zhou Pan’an pointed to the chairs and said, “Come, sit down and have some tea.”

Wutong shoved her butt into the chair and said stiffly, "Didn't you have something to say to me? Go ahead."

Her face was not good, but Zhou Pan'an was not angry. He sat down opposite the two of them and said slowly, "Although I promised Ruolan that I would take you as concubines if I gave you a dowry, this place has a system of one husband, one wife, and one concubine. A man cannot have two concubines. And that old hen's parents are still quite capable. I can't divorce her. So you two have to discuss who will be the concubine and who will be the maid after you marry in."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two women's faces and added, "Of course, you two are sisters. I won't mistreat either of you after you marry into the family. You'll have the same food, clothing, and daily necessities. It's just a matter of status."

Status...heh...

The cripple was of average appearance, not particularly ugly, but his speech was truly disgusting.

Wutong sneered and said, "There's no need to discuss it anymore."

"Oh?"

Wutong was too lazy to explain, so Ruolan took over and said, "It's like this, Wutong is still a little sad because of her mother's matter, and she doesn't want to get married now, so this dowry is only for me."

"Is it……"

Zhou Pan'an glanced sideways at Wutong, his gaze sweeping back and forth across her face, before finally looking at Ruolan.

Both are charming and equally attractive.

As long as she remains in Zhoujia Village, besides Zhou Pan'an, no one else can marry such a wonderful girl.

Zhou Pan'an said confidently and generously, "It's alright. I'm not a tyrant who forcibly takes women. You two can discuss it and it will be fine."

Ruolan asked, "What about the marriage..."

Within an hour of entering Master Zhou's house, Ruolan had already arranged a wedding date with Zhou Pan'an.

Since she was a concubine in the village, there wasn't much to prepare, so the date was set for the sixteenth of this month, which was three days later.

The two returned home, and Ruolan began rummaging through drawers and closets looking for clothes.

After searching for a long time, he closed the box in frustration and said, "We're so poor, we can't even find a red dress... Oh well, the Zhou family will definitely prepare one."

Wutong sat silently beside her for a long time, then couldn't help but ask, "Are you really sure?"

Ruolan walked over and sat down beside her, sighed softly, and looked at her hands, which had been chafed raw by stones over the past two days, and said, "Since we can't go back anyway, why not make ourselves a little more comfortable?"

Wutong suddenly discovered something.

She always thought she was much stronger than the other woman, but in fact, Ruolan was the strongest.

Having fallen into this predicament, she kept saying she wanted to leave, not because she longed for the outside world, but because she was unwilling to face what was in front of her.

When faced with strong winds, tall trees can be snapped in half, but resilient bamboo can bend over and survive.

But if you bend over for too long, your back will eventually become deformed. Even if you survive, you won't be the same person you used to be.

Which of their choices was right and which was wrong?

Three days passed in a flash.

It gets dark quickly in the village, so Master Zhou set the wedding banquet for noon, and they would go to the bridal chamber after the meal.

Early in the morning, the Zhou family sent people over with wedding clothes and jewelry, along with two elderly village women.

Wutong had originally planned to dress Ruolan up nicely, but as soon as they arrived, they kicked her out on the grounds that "the bride cannot be seen on her wedding day."

Wutong sat helplessly in the courtyard, watching them go in and out of her house, and thinking about what was about to happen, she felt very uncomfortable.

While sitting, Wutong was suddenly pulled back by her hair. Caught off guard, she fell backward and was then met with a tremendous slap!

"Serves you right for trying to cut me with a knife back then! You wretched bastard!"

The person who hit her was her great-aunt. Her great-aunt hit and cursed at her at the same time, and after cursing, she was going to slap her again.