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

On the first day, Wutong read books and handled medicinal herbs, and the day passed peacefully.

The next day, Wutong hired several experienced hunters, and together with the two of them, drove to Dana Mountain. They indeed found a cave full of snakes and caught two highly venomous snakes, even more satisfying than the previous ones. They replaced the wooden cage with a specially made iron cage to ensure the snakes couldn't escape.

On the third day, Shan got up and started training the new snakes, while Wutong became an idle loafer, sitting in the kitchen watching Aunt Zhang and the others make dumplings.

At noon, everyone ate mutton dumplings together. After finishing, Shan put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood in the yard watching the gate.

Wutong had finished eating and slowly walked out, squinting her eyes and stretching.

"Ah... what a beautiful day."

The mountain looked up at the sky.

"It's already afternoon, he definitely won't come."

Wutong smiled and said, "What's the rush? Even if the house collapses, we still need to give him a period of mental struggle."

Shan rolled his eyes and walked over to her, asking, "It's alright if we wait, but what if you lose?"

Seeing that she seemed prepared, Wutong smiled and asked, "What do you want if you lose?"

“I think…” Shan stroked his chin and pointed to her hair, which had just grown past her shoulders, and said, “I think you should grow your hair long and never cut it again.”

"why?"

"Because it's prettier this way. My sister Wutong is so beautiful, I don't want people to say you're neither male nor female."

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Wutong patted Shan on the shoulder, "Looks like my hair won't grow long after all."

Shan slumped his shoulders in disappointment, while Wutong asked the guard to open the door. She and Shan sat on chairs in the hall, waiting for the guests to come in.

Before long, the guard brought the man in. It was indeed the same portly manager from that day; he looked worried and haggard, and seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Only his clothes were bright and his hat was brand new, clearly indicating he had dressed carefully before leaving.

He rubbed his hands nervously, gave Wutong an awkward smile, and tried his best to straighten his back, but couldn't hide his bloated belly.

"I heard your name is Amu, and that you were originally the steward of the Prince's mansion, right? I am truly sorry for my rudeness. I did not know your identity that day, so I spoke recklessly. I hope you will forgive me."

Wutong waved her hand, "It's alright."

Shan sneered, "They even had people chasing and beating us up the other day, and now you think a simple 'please forgive us' is enough?"

The fat shopkeeper knew they wouldn't let him off so easily, so he was prepared. He took out a long, thin jewelry box from his sleeve and handed it to Wutong.

"I know I was blind to your greatness, but please accept this small token of my appreciation to ask for your forgiveness."

Wutong wasn't very interested in the jewelry and handed it to Shan instead.

Upon opening the door, two hairpins were neatly arranged inside, one made of jade and the other of gold. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, exuding a strong sense of antiquity, as if they were family heirlooms.

She then nodded, closed the lid, and asked:

"What's your name? We've been talking about you these past few days, all because of that ungrateful fatso."

The fat man had never been insulted like that since he was a child, but the other person had worked in the Prince's Palace and held such a high position. Even if he was insulted, he had to smile and apologize, especially since he was indeed the one who was impolite first.

He hurriedly introduced himself: "My surname is Qian, and my name is Wan Jin. People usually call me Boss Qian, but I don't dare to call myself Boss in front of you two. Since I am older, you can just call me Brother Qian."

Shan rolled her eyes and said with a coquettish smile, "Brother Qian doesn't sound good, so we'll just call you Qian."

"..." Qian Wanjin opened his two copper bell-like eyes, silently swallowed his humiliation, and resignedly said, "Fine, call me whatever you like, whatever suits you."

Shan rested his chin on his hand and asked with a smile, "Qian, what brings you here today?"

Seeing that she had been inside for so long, Qian Wanjin's eyes lit up as she finally got to the point. Ignoring whether her form of address was pleasant or not, he said worriedly, "It's all because of the house... Three days ago, Lord Amu told me the house wasn't built correctly, but I didn't believe him and told the workers to keep building. Everything was fine for the first two days, until this morning..."

"What happened this morning?"

"I was calculating bricks in the backyard when I suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound in front of me, like something had fallen to the ground. I thought a worker had fallen, and I was terrified. I ran out to see what was going on. But..."

"The house collapsed?" Wutong asked.

Qian Wanjin lowered his head with a bitter expression.

"That's right, all three floors collapsed... my timber, my terrace, my pawnshop..."

Manager Qian looked extremely sad; this burly man weighing over 200 pounds actually had tears in his eyes in front of the two of them.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. He was just a shopkeeper; he probably could only save up enough to buy this house in his entire life. Now that the house has collapsed, it's like all his hard work in the first half of his life was for nothing.

Wutong had anticipated all of this, and stood up, saying, "Take me to see."

Shopkeeper Qian was overjoyed and looked up expectantly, asking, "Do you have a way to rebuild it?"

Wutong said, "Let's see how things go first."

Although she understands engineering skills, she hasn't touched it for many years, and has forgotten a lot of things she should and shouldn't have forgotten. She needs to make thorough preparations first.

Shopkeeper Qian nodded and led the way. After walking for a while, he became a little uneasy and turned back, saying:

“Lord Amu, I appreciate your kindness, but if the house really can’t be built, please don’t force it. After all, if the house collapses, it’s just a loss of money, but if a worker falls and dies, I’ll be going to jail.”

Shan raised his hand and flicked his forehead. "Don't worry, my sister is 100% reliable. You just need to lead the way."

Shopkeeper Qian didn't really think that such a thin and frail girl could say anything reliable, but Shan was so lively and quick-witted that it made Wutong seem even more steady and dependable. So he continued to lead the way, and the group arrived at the former new house.

The situation was pretty much as he described; the house was completely destroyed.

The workers were still standing around, waiting for him to bring back reinforcements.

Qian Wanjin introduced Wutong and the mountain to them. Wutong nodded slightly and then walked into the ruins to check the condition of the remains.

Shan followed behind her, and every time he looked up, he could see the rickety logs and bricks around him. His heart pounded, and he couldn't help but remind her.

"Sister Wutong, be careful. If something happens, that fat man can't afford to pay for it even if he sells himself."

Wutong made a gesture indicating it was alright, and patiently looked through the ruins, even turning over collapsed wooden planks to check what was underneath.

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