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

Chapter 79 Leaving Tomorrow

Ruolan suddenly raised her face, stepped forward, and grabbed her hand with great force.

"Wutong, are you still bothered by what happened back then?"

"At the beginning?"

“I used the money I got from selling my land to marry the cripple as his concubine, instead of giving you the chance.”

Wutong suddenly realized, then shook her head: "How could that be? I never cared at all, these are two different things."

Ruolan didn't believe it.

Wutong grasped her hand in return and said, "Ruolan, I'm very grateful that you introduced me to someone, but as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. As for my affairs... you really don't need to worry about them anymore."

Ruolan's tears rolled down her cheeks.

Wutong knew she had spoken too harshly, and comforted her apologetically for a while until she calmed down.

"By the way, how come I haven't seen the cripple's first wife even though I've been here for so long?" Wutong changed the subject.

“Her…” Ruolan glanced toward the large tent, her handkerchief still damp with tears, but a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes: “She’s sick, and she’s lying down.”

Wutong asked, "What illness?"

"Who knows."

Ruolan didn't answer, only smiled faintly.

The matter is now behind us. After Ruolan left, Wutong still couldn't sleep. Looking at the gloomy night sky, she felt extremely lonely.

Perhaps it's time for her to leave. She and Ruolan made different choices and couldn't stay together for long. Meeting occasionally when they had the chance was enough.

However, once they return, how long can they stay at Moon Gate Pass?

Just as Ruolan said, can she pretend for a day, a month, or even a lifetime?

Forget it, we can't control what happens in the future, let's focus on the past.

Wutong made a decision: she would not stay here any longer and would take her leave tomorrow to catch up with Lieutenant Li and the others.

She returned to the tent, where Zhao Sanyang was fast asleep, snoring loudly.

Nanxing rolled over in the darkness, reached out and pinched Zhao Sanyang's nose, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Wutong.

Wutong's heart stirred, and she said to him, "How about we leave tomorrow?"

Nanxing nodded without hesitation.

Wutong lay down beside him. Zhao Sanyang couldn't breathe, his body jolted, and he sneezed loudly.

Nanxing withdrew her hand and closed her eyes to sleep, facing Nanxing's direction.

The next morning, after waking up, Wutong casually wiped his face with his hand and, before many villagers got up, hurried to say goodbye to Ruolan.

Nanxing was dragged to the shore by Zhao Sanyang to wash her face.

In front of the large tent, the sky was dim and a cool breeze was blowing.

Ruolan was wearing a light red silk dress. Because she got up in such a hurry, she hadn't applied any makeup, revealing a pale and thin face.

Wutong was still dressed like a young soldier, only much cleaner than before.

"Wutong, are you really leaving?"

Ruolan's eyes showed regret; she was truly reluctant to part with him.

Wutong scratched his head and chuckled dryly, saying, "If you eat a bite of food from the southern border, you always have to go back to report."

"Is life there really that good? So good that you can't leave?" Ruolan's eyes widened slightly as she asked, "Tell me, what's so good about it?"

Wutong pursed her lips, unable to speak.

She and Ruolan had different pursuits; what she thought was good, Ruolan might not like.

Moreover, the other party probably said this not just to get an answer.

She sighed and said, "Ruolan, you... take good care of yourself. I'll come back to see you as soon as I have the chance, and we still have carrier pigeons so we can write letters..."

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from afar, the earth and air shook together, and the lanterns on the large tent fell to the ground. Wutong and Ruolan hurriedly grabbed each other's arms, swaying and barely managing to stand up.

what happened?

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, their faces filled with panic, neither of them knowing what was going on.

Just then, many screams came from the shore, chaotic and loud, intertwined and surging towards them.

Hearing this evokes a sense of panic, as if a disaster is about to strike.

Ruolan's face turned pale. Wutong let go of her hand and ran towards the shore.

Halfway through the run, he was bumped into by Nanxing and Zhao Sanyang.

Nanxing grabbed her arm and said, "Quick! Get on the boat!"

Wutong asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"

Zhao Sanyang explained, "The dam has breached, and all the water has leaked out. This place might be flooded later!"

Is this place going to flood too?

Looking up, Wutong saw villagers scattering in all directions, each more terrified than the last, running around like headless flies.

With so many people here and only a few lonely boats, how can we save everyone?

We need to think of a way!

Zhao Sanyang ran to pack up the tent, and when he came back and saw her still standing there, he asked impatiently, "Hey! What are you still daydreaming about? Hurry up and run! Our boat will be stolen in a minute!"

That boat was left to them by Lieutenant Li; it was sturdy and agile, far superior to the wooden boats the villagers made themselves.

Wutong shook her head, her eyes resolute, and said, "We have to save them!"

"Rescue?"

She pointed, and Zhao Sanyang looked in that direction; it was a higher mountain peak a few hundred meters away.

Wutong's voice came from beside me: "The water definitely won't go that high. We'll use boats to get everyone over there. Take as little stuff as possible, or none at all. We'll save as many people as we can!"

Zhao Sanyang was shocked and paled: "Are you crazy?"

When disaster strikes, there's no time for hesitation; the water level is already visibly rising, and the floodwaters are coming on strong.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Go wait on the boat, and I'll go call those people."

After Wutong finished speaking, he left, and Nanxing followed without hesitation to help.

Zhao Sanyang, carrying the haphazardly stacked tent, stomped his foot, sighed, and helplessly followed.

Wutong shouted a few times to the villagers, and they gradually calmed down after realizing that they might not drown.

"Nanxing, please go and inform Ruolan to bring them over."

After finishing speaking, Wutong said to Zhao Sanyang, "Sanyang, go and keep watch on the boat. Try to prevent them from bringing too much stuff on board and maintain order."

After giving the two instructions, she waved her hand high, using her arm as a flag, and shouted, "Everyone, follow me!"

The villagers, each carrying large bags of their belongings, lined up in a long queue and followed her to the shore.

The water rose rapidly, and a pine tree that had been submerged at its roots on the bank was now submerged up to its crown in just a short time.

Not far away, water is gushing out of the breach in the dam.

"Hey everyone, don't rush! One at a time! No, no, no chairs! And no blankets!"

Zhao Sanyang shouted himself hoarse, trying his best to dissuade him.

However, the quilt and chair were his family heirlooms, and he couldn't bear to throw them away, so he stubbornly tucked them under his arm and squeezed onto the boat.

Zhao Sanyang, being kind and gentle, couldn't stop it; he couldn't block it either, and he was extremely anxious.

This tense atmosphere made Wutong feel as if she had returned to the moment when Abuduo was besieged by the Dongqi people at Yuemen Pass.

Back then, the people of Dongqi were their enemies, and now, those who prevent the crew from boarding the ship and use unnecessary things to take up other people's seats are the enemies!

Anger welled up inside her. She pushed through the crowd, boarded the boat, picked up the oar, weighed it in her hand, and then gripped it tightly, slamming the oar at the most unruly person!

The other person was slapped so hard that blood flowed from their mouth and nose, and they fell backward off the boat, their body lying on the shallows, while the quilt was washed away by the current.

"Look! Anyone who disobeys will end up like him!"

Wutong cursed, handed the oar to Zhao Sanyang, and strode off the boat.

The villagers were terrified and dared not act recklessly anymore. They didn't even dare to speak loudly and avoided her one by one.

Zhao Sanyang was also dumbfounded.

Is that still the same cheerful Wutong? It's practically Abdul Rahman channeling him!

End of this chapter