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

Chapter 70 Reunion

He suddenly had a question, cleared his throat, and said, "Wutong... have you thought about what you're going to do in the future?"

After all, she's a woman, and the army is full of men. She can pretend for a month or two, a year or two, but can she keep it up forever?

Nanxing knew she wouldn't stay at Moon Gate Pass for long; she might have to go back at any time. Flash Dance said...

He hoped that Wutong could be with him when he went back.

She was the only person who could make him feel clean and untouched by the world.

Wutong's mind was not on his question at all. She looked around and casually said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Nanxing was not happy, so he reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, wanting her to look at him and answer seriously.

No sooner had his fingers touched her dirty clothes than a delicate female voice came from behind the tree.

"Wutong..."

Both of them heard it, but their reactions were completely different.

Nanxing froze, instinctively using her body to shield Wutong, as if her treasure had been discovered and she couldn't wait to hide it.

Wutong was overjoyed. She pushed him away, ran behind the tree, and hugged the man tightly.

"Ruolan! I've finally met you!"

Nanxing staggered back a step, his fists slowly clenching.

He had a stone in his palm; if he shot it, it wouldn't necessarily kill the person on the spot, but it would certainly knock her unconscious for half an hour.

However, he ultimately held back, silently holding the stone as he walked over, looking at the two with a restrained expression.

Both Wutong and Ruolan were immersed in joy.

They had been separated for months, and no one expected to reunite.

Ruolan had lost a lot of weight. She was wearing a light pink long dress with a lotus root-colored robe over it, and her hair was styled into an exquisite bun with a hairpin.

Because it's so complicated, it must have been prepared by someone else, and you can't see the back of your head yourself.

Her outstretched hand was as delicate as a tender lotus root, even more slender than in modern times.

She was fair-skinned and thin, like a delicate pink peach blossom blooming in the wind, and her impoverished appearance when she left showed no trace of her former self.

In contrast, Wutong, located at the higher elevation of Yuemen Pass, was exposed to intense ultraviolet radiation, which tanned her originally fair skin to a wheatish hue.

Because he had to practice martial arts and calligraphy every day, and had to take care of his own food and drink, his palms developed many calluses and felt extremely rough to the touch.

She hadn't changed her clothes for almost a month. She had been digging in the river mud a while ago and had sweated a lot. Now she smelled of mud and there wasn't a clean spot on her body. Even her eyelashes were covered in dust.

She initially hugged Ruolan excitedly, but then her attention shifted, and she noticed that Ruolan's clean clothes were covered in dust from her own clothes. She quickly let go and said, "I'm so sorry..."

Ruolan didn't mind. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, then cupped her face in her hands, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears: "My Wutong, how did you become like this..."

Wutong scratched her ear and chuckled, "Haha, it's actually not bad."

That's the truth. The conditions at Moon Gate Pass were harsh, but she lived a carefree life there; it wasn't that she couldn't endure it.

Ruolan heard her words as polite, but looking at the wutong tree, she felt more and more heartbroken. Recalling how the two of them parted, she couldn't help but sob.

A breeze swept across the mountaintop, carrying a fragrance into the nostrils of the sycamore trees.

She sniffed carefully; it was the scent of Ruolan's cosmetics.

It's remarkable that she could still dress up so carefully under such circumstances; it seems she's doing quite well.

She felt a little relieved.

Ruolan sobbed for a moment, then suddenly noticed a boy, not even ten years old, standing by the tree. She wiped her tears with her handkerchief and asked in surprise, "Who is this...?"

Since Nanxing already knew her identity, Wutong wasn't on guard and happily pulled him over, introducing him to Ruolan: "This is a friend I met at the border, named Nanxing."

Ruolan nodded to Nanxing. Because of his age and the fact that he looked dirty and she didn't even know what his face looked like, she didn't think much of it and said, "Hello."

Nanxing ignored her completely, his head down and his expression gloomy, lost in thought.

Wutong glanced behind her, but no one noticed them.

She quickly grabbed the package, pulled out the red cloth tied inside, and stuffed it into Ruolan's hand, saying, "I bought this for you when I was in the Southern Frontier. Didn't you say you wanted a red wedding dress? This color is just right. It's a pity it got a little muddy on the way. Take it back and wash it, and it can be used as a new dress."

Ruolan held the red cloth, her slender fingers slowly kneading it, seemingly not very interested.

She looked up and asked, "Are you just leaving like this? I really wanted you to stay a couple more days."

“I also want to stay longer, but…” Wutong sighed and expressed her worries to her.

After listening, Ruolan smiled and said, "So that's why. Don't worry, I'll take care of things in Zhoujia Village. I guarantee that after you get there, no one will dare to cause trouble."

Wutong was very worried: "Will those people listen to you?"

The villagers are simple and ignorant, but they are not kind-hearted people; otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation as to sell their houses and land.

Ruolan said confidently, "No problem, just watch me. One hour later, you can go with confidence."

Wutong pursed her lips, and Ruolan asked, "Is there a problem?"

She shook her head and agreed.

The two parted ways and went their separate ways.

Ruolan carried the red cloth, which originated from the southern border region and had been taken to Yuemen Pass and then traveled thousands of miles to many places. After walking about a hundred meters, a maid-like person came out to greet her and took the heavy red cloth from her.

Ruolan shook her wrist, wiped the mud off her fingertips with a handkerchief, and headed gracefully toward the other side of the mountain.

Lieutenant Li's situation was easy to handle. They had come to rescue people, so Wutong only needed to tell him that there were some gathered disaster victims over there, and he immediately issued the order to depart, instead mobilizing all the soldiers to go there and check the situation.

More than an hour later, the three thousand soldiers arrived at the gathering place of the Zhou family villagers.

It was a hillside that had been roughly cleared, because the village had been flooded, so the whole village had taken their belongings and moved up there to live.

There are no houses on the mountain; villagers either sleep outdoors or live in thatched huts.

The water here didn't breach the dikes; it rose slowly, giving them time to move their food and belongings up. Therefore, their situation was better than what Wutong had seen in Jingzhou.

However, due to the natural disaster, the good things were very limited, and everyone looked like a refugee.

Among the huts, a large tent made of sheepskin stood out and looked quite respectable.

This kind of thing could be considered a "mansion" at this time, and if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Zhou family's house.

Wutong walked over nervously, her hands seemingly casually clutching the bundle, but actually trembling violently.

When the villagers saw them, they all came to greet them; they were all familiar faces.

Wutong's heart jumped into her throat.

End of this chapter