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

Chapter 7-8 is worthy of Lao Tzu

Young Master Hu boasted again, painting a bright future for her, even specifying whether the gold jewelry for their wedding should be mixed with copper. Flash Dance said...

He suddenly remembered she was still beside him, and turned around to ask, "How do you feel?"

Wutong casually replied, "It's alright."

Young Master Hu was overjoyed and grabbed her hand: "So you agree? We'll go talk to your sister right away and pick a good day for the wedding."

Wutong slowly withdrew her hand, pointed to a bird perched on a nearby tree branch, and asked, "What do you think that is?"

Young Master Hu looked at it carefully for a few moments and said, "A crow?"

Wutong suddenly raised her hand, and a stone shot from her fingertips, hitting the crow in the stomach.

She didn't use much force; the crow wasn't injured, only startled, and flew away with a strange cry.

Young Master Hu was puzzled: "Impressive finger strength, but why did you hit it?"

Wutong clapped her hands, grabbed her skirt, and stood up: "Its barking is awful, yet it doesn't realize it. It deserves a beating."

Young Master Hu realized she was using the crow to mock him, and his face flushed red and then turned pale with anger. Finally, he angrily shouted, "You bitch! You're too arrogant! Do you think you're some kind of celestial being? You think you're good enough for me? Bah! You're so smug!"

Wutong had long seen through his true nature, so she wasn't surprised by his words and didn't react. Flash Dance said...

Insults won't hurt her. She's walked the line between life and death several times. Why would she be afraid of this scoundrel?

The worst thing is stepping in dog poop once and then being bothered by the dog every day. It's best to ignore it and get rid of it as soon as possible.

She adjusted her headscarf expressionlessly, then walked away.

Young Master Hu was still jumping up and down cursing when suddenly he let out a scream and a dull thud as he fell to the ground.

Wutong turned around in surprise and saw Nanxing rush out from somewhere, bull-like, knocking down Young Master Hu and straddling him, raining down punches on him while cursing, "You bastard!"

Young Master Hu was beaten so badly that he cried out in pain, with blood, snot, and tears flying everywhere.

Wutong was stunned. She didn't intend to marry Young Master Hu, but she also didn't intend to hit him!

What to do now?

After a few seconds of stunned silence, she rushed over and pulled Nanxing away, shouting, "That's enough! Stop it!"

Nanxing was forcibly dragged aside, and angrily shook off her hand, pointing at Young Master Hu and yelling, "This bastard insulted you!"

"You can scold him, but you can't hit him!" Wutong hurriedly went to check on Young Master Hu, asking worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"Get away! Don't touch me!"

The other person avoided her like the plague, staggering to her feet while clutching the injury on her face: "I thought you were a reasonable and kind girl, but I never expected you to be so unruly! And this... this bastard, you two just wait! I will never let you get away with this!"

Nanxing angrily raised his fist: "Aren't you going to get lost?"

Young Master Hu immediately reached out and nimbly escaped.

Wutong stood there, still a little dazed as she recalled what had just happened.

She pressed her forehead, squatted down in front of Nanxing, and sighed heavily, "Good boy, you've really gotten me into a mess..."

If Young Master Hu wants revenge, she can leave at any time, but what about Ruolan?

Ruolan was originally a concubine. If, because of this matter, Master Zhou and his wife and Zhou Pan'an treated her even worse, Wutong would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Nanxing looked down at her, finding her attire quite novel. He reached out and touched her cheek, noticing that her skin seemed much softer than before after she changed into women's clothing.

"You don't really want to marry that bastard, do you?" he asked.

Wutong held her head in frustration and muttered, "How could that be?"

“That’s it.” Nanxing pulled her up and said, “He was unreasonable first, so what’s wrong with beating him up?”

Wutong looked helplessly at his self-satisfied face, as if he hadn't just hit someone, but was acting on behalf of heaven.

I wonder whose child this is, and what kind of parents could raise such a confident and domineering child.

The two walked out of the woods one after the other. Ruolan greeted them anxiously: "How did it go? I just saw Young Master Hu run out with his face covered in blood?"

Wutong, shamelessly, recounted the whole story to her. Ruolan's mind went completely blank after hearing it: "This...this is too much..."

Wutong reached out and pinched Nanxing's cheek, saying, "I will discipline him. I will also compensate Young Master Hu. I will send the money to him later."

There were still some loose change left from the money Abuduo had given her; that should be enough for her medical expenses...

Ruolan shook her head, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost her soul: "I'll handle it. The Zhou family isn't short of money, but Wutong..."

She raised her head, looked at the sycamore tree, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Wutong asked her what she wanted to say, but she remained silent, sighed, and walked away.

Looking at her slender back, Wutong felt guilty, feeling that she had embarrassed her.

Come to think of it, it's all that bastard Nanxing's fault!

She changed her clothes, pushed Nanxing back to her tent, where Zhao Sanyang was roasting birds over a fire. Noticing the awkward atmosphere between the two, he asked what was wrong.

Wutong naturally omitted the blind date scene, only saying that Nanxing had a bad temper and beat up a villager.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sanyang got excited and immediately tackled Nanxing to the ground, eager to take this opportunity to give him a good beating.

Nanxing was not interested and actually let him hit her without fighting back. However, she eventually lost patience, got up, and kicked him twice.

Wutong walked to the fire, picked up the plucked bird, and continued roasting it.

That evening, Ruolan came to see her again, saying that the money for the apology had been sent, but the Hu family had not yet given a reply, and she didn't know what the outcome would be.

Nanxing and Zhao Sanyang had already gone to sleep. The two stood outside the tent, surrounded by quiet darkness, with only a lantern lit next to Ruolan's large tent.

Ruolan lowered her voice and asked seriously, "Wutong, tell me honestly, what exactly do you dislike about Young Master Hu?"

Wutong initially intended to give a perfunctory reply, but then felt that such vagueness was unsatisfying, so she simply repeated everything that Young Master Hu had said, and then said, "Look at this, how can you marry a man like this? He's not looking for a wife, he's clearly looking for a slave to be sold into servitude."

Ruolan looked embarrassed: "That's just how the world is now. If you try to find a partner with the same standards as before, you definitely won't find anyone. Young Master Hu's family is already quite well-off; they can still afford a stable job even in these chaotic times. Think about it again; you might miss this opportunity."

Wutong turned her face away from her best friend and looked at the ashes on the ground instead: "No, I have food to eat, I don't want to eat this kind of food."

Ruolan was a little angry when she heard this, but she didn't want to lash out at her, so she just sulked with a cold face.

Wutong noticed this and, not wanting it to affect their relationship, immediately said a few flattering words to give her a way out.

End of this chapter