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

Wutong has only left, she hasn't died. Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and looked at him, saying, "You must have done a lot of things that she didn't like, otherwise she wouldn't have abandoned you."

“Abandon? I am the emperor, who can abandon me?” Nanxing said coldly, “Besides, she knew you were in the palace. Since she still left without looking back, it means she abandoned both of us. No one can say anything to anyone else.”

Wenxin wasn't surprised that he knew the two had met. The palace, and even the entire Phoenix City, were under his close surveillance. They could hide it from him for a while, but if he was determined to investigate, he would definitely find out the truth.

"Where did she go? Tell me."

Nanxing asked, "Are you going to find her? Don't forget your current mission. If anything goes wrong with Lu Yisheng's things, you won't be able to pay for it even if you lose ten heads."

He asked himself, "With so many guards in the palace, which one of them couldn't help protect the Buddhist hall?"

Nanxing sneered.

"They can all help, but you're the only one who took the poison. And you're the only one willing to risk your life for it. Tell me... where am I supposed to find another weapon as useful as you?"

Wenxin looked at him, and for the first time in all the time they had met, anger flashed in his eyes.

Nanxing patted his shoulder and said cruelly, "Go back and be a good monk, serve your Buddha. Buddha may not be able to save your life, but at least he can let you deceive yourself."

Wenxin clenched her fists so tightly that she almost couldn't resist punching him in the face.

He had a chance of defeating Nanxing. However, just as Nanxing said, once he died, he himself would not be far from death.

He took a deep breath, released his fist, and without saying a word, turned and went back to the Buddhist hall.

Nanxing watched his departing figure with smug satisfaction, feeling the joy of victory. However, this joy did not last long and soon vanished.

The flame in the oil lamp flickered in the night wind, casting swaying shadows of people and tables. The cold air, like loneliness, slowly eroded him.

Nanxing lowered her head sadly, walked into Wutong's bedroom, blew out the oil lamp, and curled up on the bed where she had slept.

The bed was soft, and he could imagine what she looked like sleeping on it. Every time she turned over, every time she opened her eyes, it was a scene he had seen countless times.

But he really didn't understand why she wanted to leave.

Was he not good enough to her? He had practically given her his heart and soul.

"Cuckoo..."

Two old hens in the neighboring house were probably sensing something was wrong and were making restless, wary noises.

Wutong hid in the abandoned house next door, holding her breath and trying her best to minimize her presence.

After a while, the old hen finally stopped making noise and fell asleep.

Wutong relaxed her tense nerves and peeked out the window. When she saw a figure moving on the road, she quickly pulled her head back.

Yesterday, while Nanxing was taking a bath, she narrowly escaped from the palace, intending to immediately head to Haoshan to investigate. However, Phoenix City was heavily guarded, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't find a way out and nearly got caught by the patrol. She finally managed to hide in this abandoned house, which is how she survived until now.

She hadn't eaten anything all day and was starving.

But Phoenix City only has a few streets, and each one is patrolled regularly. If she shows her face, she will definitely be dragged back to Nanxing.

She finally understood why Nanxing had transformed Pingzhou into this terrifying place. The original Pingzhou was bustling and prosperous, like a vast ocean, making it extremely easy to hide within.

Phoenix City now resembles a prison, its towering walls completely isolating it from the outside world. Nanxing is the warden. If he wants to find someone, he can definitely do so; it's just a matter of time.

She can't stay here for too long, or she'll be discovered; she has to escape quickly.

Wutong waited until late at night, when she heard the sound of wheels. She was startled awake from her drowsy state and ran to the yard to check.

A truck-like vehicle was parked on the road outside, with large wooden barrels stacked on the open cargo bed in the back. The driver jumped out of the driver's seat, went into a house, and came out carrying another identical wooden barrel.

Wutong didn't know what it was until the night wind blew towards her from that direction and she smelled a foul odor, then she realized it was a chamber pot.

There's no place in Phoenix City to deal with night soil, so the other party will inevitably have to take these things out of the city.

Wutong returned to her room and searched around, only to find a similar wooden bucket. An idea immediately came to her mind.

"To hell with it, they eat so much and poop so much, they must be pigs reincarnated..."

After collecting the last bucket of toilet paper, Qian San spat on the ground and grumbled as he carried the heavy wooden bucket onto the back of the truck.

The back of the truck was already full of wooden barrels. He took a breath and started counting them one by one with his fingers so as not to miss any.

When he was halfway through counting, the night wind suddenly picked up, and the stench kept hitting his face, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

He muttered a curse under his breath, too lazy to count anymore, returned to the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

The truck sped along the empty road, leaving behind a stench that was carried away by the wind.

Phoenix is ​​heavily guarded during the day, and even more so at night. Aside from people like Qian San who have important business to attend to, ordinary people generally don't go out.

The vast city lay in slumber, with only the phoenix in the very center gazing up at the sky, facing the crimson Haoshan Mountain.

The truck soon arrived at the city gate, where many soldiers were still standing guard and checking people.

Upon seeing the night-scented cart approaching, many experienced people pushed it aside and pushed out two newly assigned recruits to conduct a search.

Qian San handed over the pass, which the new recruits examined carefully, while the veterans chuckled from afar.

After checking the identification, the guards, following orders, opened the lids of each wooden barrel for inspection. However, the moment they opened the first one, a stench assaulted their nostrils, nearly knocking them unconscious.

The veterans' snickers turned into blatant laughter, while the new recruits awkwardly pinched their noses and mumbled, "This stinks so bad, their family must have grown up eating shit."

Qian San said, "That's right, I don't even want to do this for another two months... Are you still going to investigate?"

"Forget it, what's the point of investigating a few buckets of excrement? Let's move on."

The soldier waved his hand, signaling his comrades to open the city gate.

Qian San thanked him, took his pass, and drove out of the city gate.

The sycamore tree, which was hiding in the wooden tub, breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the tub wall.

The wooden tub was drafty, and she had been so nervous that she was sweating profusely.

Wutong gently pushed the lid of the bucket open a crack, looked at the desolate night outside, and pondered what to do next.

She was going to Haoshan, so the destination of this bus must be different from hers. Perhaps it was time for her to get off.

Wutong completely lifted the lid and let out a bloodcurdling scream.