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

Chapter 75 Full of Mischief

"Thank you." Zhou Shan thanked her sincerely and carried the heavy wooden bucket back to his home.

Wutong felt a pang of sadness watching her retreating figure. She and her great-aunt were like oil and water, but she got along quite well with her daughter.

Zhou Shan is nothing like her mother, because she was never favored at home since birth.

Aunt and her husband both loved their eldest son the most. He was tall, strong, and a boy, making him a precious treasure in this mountain village.

Ever since Zhou Shan was able to work, they treated her like a maid, taking care of all the housework and occasionally having her go to the fields to plant vegetables or carry manure.

The girl was working so hard, and Wutong felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to help, so she could only watch.

After she finished washing up and got up to leave, a village woman came up beside her and took a piece of cloth from the basin to wash.

The fabric was large, and with a forceful flick, it covered most of the water's surface, inevitably reaching Wutong as well.

She suddenly paused, realizing that the fabric looked very familiar, especially the mud stuck to it... Wasn't this the same piece of fabric she had given to Ruolan?

Ruolan said she hadn't decided what kind of clothes to make yet, so how did the fabric end up in this woman's hands?

She looked at the other person carefully and knew that he was from Zhoujia Village. She had seen him before, but she didn't know whose family he was from.

The village woman was diligently washing the fabric when someone chatted with her, saying enviously, "Oh! Auntie, where did you get such a big bolt of red cloth?"

The village woman said with a smug look, "It was a gift from Ruolan, the daughter of Master Zhou."

"A reward?"

"Yes, Ruolan had a stomachache last night, so she asked my husband to go and check on her. Then he rewarded her with this piece of cloth."

"The Zhou family is getting more and more wealthy."

"Of course! Now that's perfect, my daughter's wedding dress is sorted out."

Wutong understood every word they said, but when put together, she couldn't comprehend it.

How could Ruolan casually give away the fabric she brought from so far away?

Her heart grew heavier and heavier, feeling heavy and sluggish, as if something was blocking it.

She no longer cared about washing her face properly, so she just grabbed a cloth and wiped it off before taking her things back to the tent.

The news she heard on the shore made her absent-minded. Nanxing dug a stove, boiled some water, and handed her a cup, but she didn't even notice.

Zhao Sanyang curiously moved closer to her and waved his hand in front of her face: "What are you doing? Have you lost your soul?"

Wutong suddenly came to her senses and rubbed her face: "No, I'm just... still sleepy."

Zhao Sanyang scoffed and said, "It's no big deal. If you're still sleepy, just go back to sleep. We don't need to rush right now anyway."

Wutong shook her head: "No..."

She caught sight of Nanxing, took the water from him, held it thoughtfully in her hands, and suddenly asked him in a low voice, "Nanxing..."

Nanxing looked up at her.

Wutong pursed her lips and said, "You told me before that you wanted me to give you a wedding gift. If I give it to you, will you give it to someone else?"

Nanxing shook his head and said firmly, "I'll chop off anyone who dares to take it."

The sycamore tree looked increasingly dejected, unsure of what this meant.

Has she become unimportant to Ruolan?

Or did Ruolan think that what she gave was not presentable enough?

My heart aches because what I cherish is taken for granted by the other person, yet I have no way to express my feelings.

After all, there is no rule, whether in ancient or modern times, that the recipient will always treasure the gift you give them.

After a while, Ruolan's maid came over and called the three of them to have dinner.

Because she had something on her mind, Wutong walked at the very back of the group.

She glanced up and saw the maid walking with a limp, almost tripping. She went to help her, but the maid reacted as if she had been electrocuted, raising her hand and shoving her away.

Wutong stood there, stunned, wondering why she was reacting so strongly.

The maid glanced at her in a panic, then turned and ran away.

Upon entering the tent, I met Ruolan.

Ruolan changed into a light green gauze dress, her face beaming with a smile. She wore a light layer of makeup, looking extremely gentle and harmless.

Wutong suppressed her doubts, believing that they shouldn't let their relationship become distant because of something like this.

Breakfast was rice porridge, served with salted duck eggs and vegetables. For Wutong and the others who had been away from home for almost a month, it was a delicious meal.

Nanxing patiently peeled the eggshell until it was so shiny it could reflect a mirror, when Zhao Sanyang seized the opportunity and snatched it away!

"what!"

Before he could even put the duck egg in his mouth, he let out a scream. It turned out that Nanxing was prepared and pinched his thigh hard, snatching the duck egg back.

"You eat." He stuffed the duck egg into the wutong bowl, his face devoid of any smile, but his eyes were fawning as if presenting a treasure.

Zhao Sanyang was still wailing and cursing Nanxing for being full of evil schemes.

Wutong found it both amusing and helpless, and silently ate the duck egg.

After the meal, some sunshine appeared in the sky, and it was finally no longer gloomy.

Having witnessed Nanxing's accuracy, Zhao Sanyang insisted on dragging him along to go bird hunting, saying it would be a treat for everyone.

Nanxing, annoyed, agreed and pulled Wutong along. Ruolan came over and said, "Wutong, why don't you stay? I have something to tell you."

Wutong had no choice but to stare at Nanxing's gloomy face, and reluctantly "asked for leave" with him temporarily, and walked with Ruolan into a deserted grove of trees.

“I’ve noticed that you’re close to those soldiers, but you’re a woman after all, and they don’t know your identity. It’s not good to keep it a secret like this.”

Wutong nodded in deep agreement; she was aware of this as well.

However, people are inherently lazy. If they are living a good life now, they are unwilling to change, and they don't care about the future. They just want to continue like this.

She found working under Abdo easy and enjoyable, and didn't want to leave at all.

But why did Ruolan suddenly bring this up?

She looked up and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

Ruolan clutched an embroidered handkerchief, dressed from head to toe as a lady of high society; no one could tell she came from another world.

She beckoned to Wutong, and the two moved closer together, speaking in an extremely low voice:

"Women will eventually have to get married. This world is a man's world. Look at me, I haven't done anything, but I can live well by relying on a cripple. Ever since I've had some free time, I've been thinking about finding you a good husband. Of course, I won't let you become a concubine like me."

"Ruolan..."

Ruolan grasped her hand and looked deeply into her eyes: "Wutong, you only have me, and I only have you. Even if we get married, our husbands are all outsiders. Only the two of us are a family."

End of this chapter