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

Haoshan is not a single mountain, but a whole mountainous area.

Beneath the mountains lie immeasurable coal seams, burning year after year, causing immense suffering to the people of the Central Plains.

Did these underground fires start on their own, or were they ignited by someone else?

Wutong didn't want to guess, but she knew very well that the latter was much more likely.

He's gone mad! Nanxing has gone completely mad! Why would he release such a demonic thing?

Wutong remembered the iron ore that had been poured into the flames earlier, and quickly ran back to where she was, carefully examining the burning opening.

In the firelight, a black edge was visible, and the iron ore was poured into that black edge. Soon after landing, it was melted into molten iron by the raging flames, flowing out of the mountain through a secret passage, and finally arriving at the processing area halfway up the mountain, where it underwent shaping and processing.

The situation was similar at the other dozens of combustion chambers, where laborers worked day and night to produce ironware that was supplied to the whole world.

That black border must be the "pot" used to melt the iron. The appearance of this "pot" made Wutong realize that the underground fire was definitely started by someone. Otherwise, they could not have made such a thing in the burning mouth while under the raging flames.

The process must begin with preparing the "pot," then igniting the underground fire, and finally putting it into use.

The people of the Ōnishi Dynasty couldn't have come up with this technology on their own; they were probably inspired by books that had been transmitted to them. Even so, the person who came up with this method was still a genius, and a genius utterly devoid of conscience.

Since he knew the power of the underground fire, he couldn't possibly be unaware of its side effects. Clearly, he didn't care about the lives of the people, which is why he was so audacious.

The book that the experts sent with great anticipation ultimately became Pandora's box, from which countless demons and monsters were released by people a thousand years ago, destroying everything.

A wide river meanders along the mountainside, where it is pumped to the mountainside for cooling water. By the time it flows out, the water has turned black and murky, and is lifeless.

Wutong looked up at the equally gloomy sky, her feelings extremely complicated.

"Snapped!"

Another lash landed on her back, and the foreman yelled, "What are you doing? Slacking off? I'll kick you off the building if you want! Get back to work!"

It wasn't the right time to reveal his identity. Wutong hurriedly poured the cartload of ore he had brought into the "pot" and ran towards the ore pile.

The foreman then gave up and returned to his original spot to chat with his partner.

Wutong stopped the car and began to put the ore inside with both hands. Unexpectedly, a grayish-white, cold, and stiff foot was visible inside. Guessing that it must be a miner who had died in the mine, he changed direction and continued loading ore.

The ore pile blocked her way. She looked around, trying to find a way to shut this place down, when she saw a brand-new, clean car drive up the mountain road and stop outside the house where the foremen were resting.

The foremen, who had been idly chatting, immediately stood up straight and ran over to greet the vehicle.

The carriage door opened, and a man dressed in a black dragon robe stepped out. It was Nanxing, who had just finished the morning court session and rushed to Haoshan.

His grandeur and majesty were completely out of place here, making the laborers working next to him seem like they belonged to two different worlds.

Wutong recognized him at a glance, knowing he must have come looking for her. Alarm bells rang in her mind, and she almost crawled into the mine.

The pile of ore in front of her became her only cover, and she cautiously peeked out to see what lay ahead.

Because of the distance and the noise around them, she couldn't hear their conversation, but she could see the foreman smiling apologetically.

Nanxing gave some instructions, and a guard brought out a soft chair from the back of the carriage. He sat down in the chair and looked around expressionlessly.

Is she not going to leave until she finds her...? What should we do now? If she keeps hiding here and doesn't go out, the foreman will come and beat her again, and then everything will be exposed.

Wutong was extremely anxious and didn't notice a dirty figure walking up behind her.

She didn't turn around in surprise until the man patted her on the shoulder and called her "sir".

Before she could even see the other person's face clearly, the man chopped her down with a chop to the neck, apologized to her as she lay unconscious on the ground, smeared more mud on her already dirty face, and carried her away.

The foreman dared not leave Nanxing's side and stood there smiling obsequiously.

The man carried the paulownia tree over and reported, "Sir, another one has died."

The foreman, afraid that Nanxing would be angry, quickly waved his hand, "Then hurry up and move out! What are you doing here? You're just bringing bad luck to the Emperor. Go, go!"

The man nodded and took the cable car down the mountain.

Nanxing stared intently ahead, not missing a single corner, but she missed the person right in front of her.

The cable car descended Haoshan Mountain, and next to a mass grave piled high with corpses, a dilapidated car was parked. The man looked back, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to them, he stuffed Wutong into the car and drove away from this hellish place.

It hurts; it feels like my head has been smashed open.

Wutong woke up with a groan. Before she even opened her eyes, she reached for the back of her head and felt a lump the size of the bottom of a bowl.

"hiss……"

She gasped in pain the moment her finger touched the lump, and when she looked up, she was stunned.

This is where?

She lay on a carved pear wood bed, covered with a red silk quilt draped with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and a sachet hung on the light pink curtains. Beside the bed was a set of delicate and elegant carved table and chairs. The window, covered with paper as thin as a cicada's wing, was wide open, and a burst of laughter reached her ears.

Wutong stared blankly at the unfamiliar room, slowly sat up, and recalled what had happened before she fainted.

She finally arrived at Haoshan, learned its secret, and was about to find a way to stop everything when suddenly someone called her "Sir" and then knocked her unconscious...

what is the problem?

The other person called her "sir," could he be one of her former subordinates? But why did he knock her unconscious and send her to such a place?

Moreover, Wutong felt that the laughter just now sounded very familiar, unlike anything she would hear in an ordinary place. She got out of bed, supporting herself on the bedpost, and slowly walked to the window, enduring her headache. Looking outside, she immediately understood why the laughter sounded familiar.

Outside the window was a bustling street, narrow enough for only one car to pass at a time. She could see into the houses across the street from her own window.

The other person's window was wide open, and she could easily see the absurd and obscene scene on the bed.

Looking down the street, there were many women dressed in light clothing walking and fanning themselves. Their snow-white thighs were faintly visible through the thin gauze as they moved, and their full breasts swayed in waves.

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