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

Chapter 1 Heroes and Heroes

Zhao Sanyang took a deep breath, handed the oar to Wutong, and said, "You paddle, I'm a good swimmer, I'll go down and bring him over!"

Wutong refused to take it, saying rationally and calmly, "Don't be silly. This isn't a ditch. The current is so strong; how could you possibly come back if you went down?"

Little did people see how many trees had been uprooted and knocked down.

Zhao Sanyang hesitated, but Ruolan grabbed his trouser leg and pleaded, "Please, go save him! You eat the government's food, isn't saving people your duty?"

Seeing that Zhao Sanyang was about to be persuaded, Wutong frowned and pulled Ruolan's hand away.

"Don't say that. We've waited for him long enough. Why should we risk our lives to save him now?"

Ruolan said, "He might not die. Just swim over and pull him out. Please, Wutong... he's my husband! What will I do if he dies..."

Her cries mingled with those of the maid, giving Wutong a real headache.

Zhao Sanyang absolutely cannot go down there; she cannot risk her friend's life. Zhou Pan'an is not that important.

But she's not a good swimmer herself...

Just as she was thinking, the maid suddenly stopped crying and screamed.

Wutong hurriedly turned around and saw that Ruolan had gotten up at some point, walked behind Zhao Sanyang, and kicked him down when he was not paying attention!

Zhao Sanyang fell into the water with a splash, and the water droplets splashed onto Wutong's face, chilling him to the bone!

"Are you crazy?"

She grabbed Ruolan by the collar, raised her fist, and was so angry that she almost punched her in the face.

Ruolan wept uncontrollably, letting the other woman tug at her, making no attempt to fight back, and said haltingly, "I'm sorry... I had no choice, I'm so sorry..."

A dark head popped out of the water. Zhao Sanyang surfaced and spat out a mouthful of water.

Wutong released Ruolan and reached out to pull him up.

Ruolan clung to her desperately, pleading with Zhao Sanyang, "Hero! Good man! Please save my husband! You've already gone into the water, please save him..."

In the distance, Zhou Pan'an choked on several mouthfuls of water and was already floating on the surface with his eyes rolling back; it was clear he couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhao Sanyang glanced at Wutong, gave her a no-questions-asked gesture, dove into the water, and swam over there.

Wutong was extremely anxious, but things had progressed to this point and there was no way to turn back; all she could do was try her best.

She grabbed the oar and rowed as hard as she could behind Zhao Sanyang to prevent him from having an accident.

Nanxing remained silent, found a spare paddle without saying a word, and rowed along with her.

Zhao Sanyang swam upstream with great effort and finally reached Zhou Pan'an's side, reaching out his hand to him: "Brother Zhou, give me your hand."

Zhou Pan'an groaned weakly, his mouth full of water, making it impossible to hear what he was saying; he looked like he was on the verge of death.

Zhao Sanyang gritted his teeth, went around behind him, and prepared to hug him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Pan'an had a sudden burst of lucidity, twisted his body, and tightly hugged his head.

"Help me! Help me! I don't want to die!"

His face was contorted with rage, and his fingers were clenched so tightly they turned blue, as if he were clutching at his last straw.

Caught off guard, Zhao Sanyang was pushed underwater and swallowed several mouthfuls of water.

"Cough cough... Brother Zhou, please let me go... I can't swim like this... cough cough..."

Zhou Pan'an couldn't listen to anything; he only had one thought in his mind—he wouldn't let go, he wanted to live!

Zhao Sanyang couldn't catch his breath, his vision began to darken, and his ears were ringing.

At the critical moment, Wutong and Nanxing worked together to row the boat over.

With one stroke of her oar, she knocked Zhou Pan'an unconscious. After pulling him ashore, she reached out her hand to Zhao Sanyang.

Zhao Sanyang was overjoyed to have survived, and he smiled as he reached out his hand to her, revealing eight big white teeth.

The two touched fingertips, and just as Wutong was about to exert force, a huge wave suddenly crashed down on them!

This wave, with its overwhelming force, completely stunned everyone; all they could see was the murky river water.

When the waves subsided, there was no sign of Zhao Sanyang on the water!

Wutong's fingertips twitched, as if the other's warmth still lingered on them.

She was terrified and shouted, "San Yang! Zhao San Yang! Where are you?"

The water was vast and boundless, and apart from the deafening roar of the rushing river at the breach, it seemed that only her mournful cries could be heard in the world.

No one responded.

The last piece of land on the mountaintop was also submerged.

The flying slave circled in the sky, reluctant to land because it couldn't find its master's shoulder.

Wutong refused to give up, rowing frantically while calling out Zhao Sanyang's name repeatedly.

After about an hour, Nanxing couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to tug at her belt.

Wutong felt a tightness and pain in her chest. Her fingers loosened, the oar slipped from her grasp, and she vomited blood while clutching her chest.

Ruolan knelt beside Zhou Pan'an, who remained unconscious and had not yet woken up.

She dared not speak, nor dared to look at Wutong's face. She slowly bent down, pressed her face against Zhou Pan'an's chest, and gently pursed her lips, feeling that she had not made the wrong choice.

into the night.

The villagers went to sleep peacefully, as most of their supplies had been washed away, so their dinner was meager.

Wutong lay in the tent with her eyes half-open. The tent was still a tent, but there were only two people inside.

Fei Nu was outside, cooing loudly, hungry, but refusing to eat.

The water level stopped rising and seemed to return to calm.

Ruolan walked over carrying a package, lifted their curtain, and softly called out, "Wutong..."

Wutong glanced at her, then turned her face away.

Ruolan walked in, knelt down beside her, and placed the package on the ground before opening it.

By the moonlight, you could see that it was full of gold and silver jewelry.

"This is what Zhou Pan'an's father asked me to bring. He said he was grateful to you for saving his son's life. You can take it."

Wutong shook her head and said coldly, "No."

Ruolan stuffed it into her hand, saying, "Don't be shy, it's what I should do..."

Wutong suddenly sat up, flung her hand away, and the package flew out, scattering all over the ground.

Ruolan was stunned.

"You're too kind? I'm not being kind! Didn't you say that since you eat the government's food, it's only right that you risk your life to save people? What's there to thank me for?"

Wutong's voice was as cold as ice, but her eyes involuntarily reddened.

Ruolan lowered her head and bit her lip: "I'm sorry..."

“You did nothing wrong to me…” Wutong could no longer hold back, pressed her forehead and cried out, “It was I who wronged Zhao Sanyang.”

He said his family has been soldiers for generations, and his son and grandson will also join the army in the future.

He smiled brightly as he said this, revealing his very white teeth.

It was a moment of confusion on her part that robbed him of his chance.

He joined the army to fight at such a young age, while Wutong was just starting high school at his age.

He has never enjoyed a single day of happiness.

A deep sense of guilt spread throughout her body, her nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Sanyang was such a good person, it's not worth trading his life for Zhou Pan'an's!

Ruolan knelt for a long time until her legs went numb, but she didn't say another word. She just buried her head in her knees and cried silently.

She had no choice but to stand up, pick up all the items, pack them up one by one, gently place them beside Wutong, and then leave.

The curtain was lowered, and Nanxing sat up, hugging Wutong with his slender arms.

I will never leave you.

he thinks.

End of this chapter