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

"These things are..." She was moved as she smelled the aroma of the sesame cakes.

Duan Fufeng said calmly, "I was going to give it to you on the way, but since you don't have any luggage, you can keep it yourself. Who knows when you'll be back, so you won't miss home."

Even with his face covered in a beard, his features remained handsome. His voice was deep and pleasant, but he wasn't speaking to her; he was speaking to "Amu."

Wutong initially doubted that there was any "Amu" in the world at all, and that it was all a fabrication by Duan Fufeng to play a trick on her, just like when he pretended to have amnesia, in order to get revenge on her for her resolute decision to send him away.

But how could something made up be without any flaws?

Amu looks and has the same build as her. She is from Phoenix City, but she works as Duan Fufeng's housekeeper.

Before even seeing this person, Wutong had already sketched a vivid and lifelike image in her mind. On the contrary, she herself, not knowing the situation, dared not move rashly, remaining stiff and silent.

After giving her the things, Duan Fufeng didn't speak to her again. Wutong stood by the cart, clutching the bundle in her arms, watching everyone unload their belongings. Some of them were Duan Fufeng's luggage, while others were goods, suggesting they were about to embark on a long journey.

The last box was loaded onto the truck, and several trucks were now completely full.

The people carrying the belongings got into their cars, but Wutong didn't know which one to get into, so she stood there hesitantly.

Duan Fufeng knocked on the car window and asked her, "Is there anything else?"

She shook her head.

"Then get in the car."

So you sat next to him?

Wutong looked around and found that there was only an empty seat next to him, so he opened the car door from the other side and sat down awkwardly.

Duan Fufeng didn't even look at her, and gave orders to the driver.

"lets go."

The cars formed a convoy, left the yard, and headed towards the towering walls of Phoenix.

The scenery on Furong Street was always so alluring, but the sycamore tree had no time to appreciate it. She didn't know where Duan Fufeng was taking her; she only knew that she was confused and it wasn't the best time to confront him.

Since we know nothing, let's stick to the old ways and remain unchanged in the face of all changes. We'll always find an opportunity to take advantage of it.

She glanced at Duan Fufeng furtively; he wasn't looking at the scenery either, but instead fiddling with a wooden box on his lap before finally handing her a stack of things.

"You are the housekeeper, so you will be in charge of looking after these things on the way."

Wutong flipped through the items and found that they were everyone's passes, travel expenses, and other supplies.

Duan Fufeng was entrusted to her just like that; he really trusted her completely.

This reassurance is for "Amu," not for her.

Wutong felt a dry, astringent taste in her mouth, and had nothing to say. So she turned her head to look out the window, using the scenery to distract herself.

After leaving Furong Street, the phoenix sculpture came into view. The flames of Haoshan Mountain had not been extinguished, so it continued to soar high in the flames, awaiting its moment of rebirth.

This is Nanxing's city. Like him, it is dark and paranoid, yet beneath its lifeless exterior lies a breathtakingly vibrant life force, ready to erupt at any moment.

She's leaving him...

As the emperor, Nanxing wouldn't be greatly affected by her departure; at most, he'd be angry for a while. Wutong felt guilty towards another person in the palace: Wenxin.

She left without saying goodbye again. Would Wenxin be afraid to be alone in the dangerous and unfamiliar palace, like a tiger's den?

Fortunately, he had an agreement with Nanxing, so the other party should not harm him.

Wutong gazed in the direction of the palace and secretly vowed in her heart that she would definitely come back and take Wenxin away when she found an opportunity.

Duan Fufeng watched her without showing any emotion, a hint of confusion gradually appearing in his handsome eyes.

Wutong felt his gaze, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Duan Fufeng shook his head and looked away.

Wutong touched her face hidden under the veil, she had a lot to say, but she couldn't find the right opportunity.

The underground fire on Haoshan Mountain must be extinguished; otherwise, if it continues to burn day after day, the living environment will only become more and more hostile.

Technological development is a good thing, but people in this era are simply unable to make good use of it. After a short period of rapid and leapfrog development, a long winter is inevitable.

With a vast army at his command, Nanxing has only Duan Fufeng as a match for him.

She had to persuade Duan Fufeng to send troops, or find a way to stop Nanxing.

But the question is, is the person next to you really Duan Fufeng?

This question reached its peak when we arrived at the city gate and had our documents checked by the guards.

As always, long queues formed at the foot of the Phoenix City walls, with people slowly moving forward despite the biting cold wind.

However, those with privileges can always find opportunities to exploit them, regardless of the era. First it was Long Er, now it's Duan Fufeng.

He sent someone to negotiate with the officer in charge of the soldiers guarding the city, and soon received a reply saying that they could leave through a side gate.

The convoy drove to a side gate, where two soldiers stood, one young and one mature. The younger one took the pass from Wutong and checked it, while the more mature one chatted with Duan Fufeng, asking him where he was going this time.

Duan Fufeng seemed to have truly become a businessman, complaining with great familiarity.

"I don't know yet, let's go out and see what's going on... The world is so chaotic these days, it's getting harder and harder to do business."

The man said, "Go to the Southern Frontier. Buy some ironware from Phoenix City and transport it there. You're bound to make a profit."

Duan Fufeng shook his head.

"Ironware from the government is too expensive, and we don't know how much oil we'll burn on the road, so it's not worth it. I plan to head east first, where there's a famine and grain will be easier to sell."

The man chuckled, "You old fox, looks like you've been thinking this through... Are you done checking?"

The young man nodded and returned the documents to Wutong.

"no problem."

The seasoned soldier waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Duan Fufeng patted him on the shoulder to show his gratitude and put a wad of money into his pocket. Under their guidance, they left the city gate safely and smoothly, heading east as expected.

The soldiers guarding the city seemed to know him so well, it was clear he had been to Phoenix City more than once or twice, like someone who traveled around doing business all year round.

Wutong increasingly doubted her own eyes, wondering if her excessive longing had caused her to mistake someone for someone else.

After leaving the city gate, she kept her head down and didn't say a word. Duan Fufeng stared blankly out the window, occasionally straightening his clothes.

The towering city walls separated the city into two worlds: the inside was like a prison, and the outside was like a desert.

As far as the eye can see, it's all yellow earth, and it's hard to find even a decent tree.

The convoy drove east for a while when the driver suddenly turned around and asked, "Your Highness, where are we headed this time?"

Prince?

Wutong's heart skipped a beat. She looked up, her veil unable to hide the surprise on her face.

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