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

Wutong asked, "Is this the only way? Since you can't get a real pass, can't you get a fake one?"

Qian Wanjin's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his hand.

"No, no, absolutely not! Phoenix City is heavily guarded, and to prevent thieves from entering, they change the passes every so often. If you're caught using a fake pass, you'll be beheaded!"

Wutong said, "I understand, thank you for your guidance."

She turned to leave, but Qian Wanjin called her back.

Why do you insist on going to Phoenix?

The sycamore tree smiles.

"Just dealing with some personal matters."

Qian Wanjin looked at her in confusion, wondering what private matter could be more important than his life.

Wutong had lost all interest in talking. She took Shan home and ordered Aunt Zhang and Aunt Liu to go to the market to buy brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, preparing to start drawing.

Shan stood by and watched, seeing how obediently the brush moved across the snow-white Xuan paper as soon as it was in her hands.

At first glance, it looks like a drawing of a house, but upon closer inspection, it is just lines, and the lines are different in all directions, making it truly incomprehensible.

She pondered for a long time, then asked curiously, "Sister Wutong, how do you know this kind of thing? I never saw you go to school back then."

The wutong tree was originally being drawn very smoothly, but upon hearing these words, his hand paused, and an extra ink dot appeared on the paper.

Shan quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have distracted you. I'll go out now."

Wutong put down her pen and whispered to her, "Actually, there's something I should have told you a long time ago, but I was afraid you'd be scared, so I haven't said it yet."

Shan Du had just reached the door when he heard this and turned around, puzzled, asking, "What is it?"

Wutong once thought of keeping this secret for the rest of her life. As long as she didn't tell, and Ruolan didn't tell, no one in the world would know.

However, since Shan had treated her so well, it would be too insincere of her not to tell her this secret.

Wutong straightened her hair, walked step by step to her, looked into her clear and bright eyes, and said:

"Actually, I am not your sycamore sister. Your sycamore sister died when she was a teenager."

It was already dark, and only an oil lamp was lit on the desk in the room. The lamplight was fairly bright, but as she spoke, a gust of wind blew in from the window, causing the light to flicker. Under this eerie light, her face looked ghostly and ethereal.

He fears neither heaven nor earth, and has developed a body full of poison; he would even dare to fight a tiger if he saw one.

At this moment, her body involuntarily turned cold, and she shivered as she said, "If you're not Sister Wutong, then who are you... Sister, don't scare me."

Wutong chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"To tell you the truth, my trip to a thousand years ago was not a journey, but a return."

"How to say?"

"I was born a thousand years in the future. When I was twenty, I was hit by a car and somehow ended up in the Great Western Dynasty, entering the body of Wutong."

Wutong looked down at the things on the table and said calmly, "I learned these house-building techniques over there."

If Shan had heard these words before she transmigrated, the other party would definitely not have understood. However, since she had already accepted Wutong's experience of going a thousand years into the future, she understood her origins much better and was no longer completely confused.

Shan blinked nervously and asked softly, "If that's the case, then you're the one who led troops into battle, saved my life, and married the prince all these years."

"Yes."

Shan breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed to the ground.

"that would be great."

Wutong asked doubtfully, "Aren't you afraid? This body isn't mine. The real me might just be a ghost."

Shan said, "What does it matter? You did those things, so you are my Wutong sister. Even if you were just a ghost, or even if you were a table or a stool, I wouldn't be afraid of you."

She spoke so sincerely that Wutong was deeply moved. After holding back for a long time, she finally managed to say, "Thank you."

Shan Chong reached out his hand to her, "Help me up."

Wutong helped her up, and she patted her bottom, jokingly complaining.

"Look at you, saying that out of nowhere. Luckily you explained it right away, otherwise I would have been too scared to sleep tonight."

Wutong patted her head; it felt much better than the white dog's.

"I'm fine now, you can go back to your room and get some sleep."

Shan turned and left. Wutong assumed she had gone to sleep, so she picked up her pen and continued drawing.

Having resolved a matter that had been weighing on her mind, she felt much better, and her brushstrokes flowed with renewed energy, producing much more beautiful lines.

A short while later, Shan pushed the door open again, carrying a bowl of steaming hot egg custard, the aroma of which was irresistible.

"What are you doing?" Wutong asked.

"I was worried you'd be hungry tonight, so I had Aunt Zhang cook for you." Shan snatched the pen from her hand and shoved the bowl and spoon into her hands. "Come on, eat this bowl first, then you can draw for that fat guy later."

Wutong held a bowl of steamed egg custard, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Shan suddenly asked, "By the way, since you're a ghost, you can't eat, right? What should I feed you? Yang energy? I'll go catch two men for you?"

"You naughty girl, do you think I'm a vixen?"

Wutong lightly slapped Shan, who caught it, and they both burst into laughter.

With nothing else to do in the new house, Wutong devoted herself to drawing blueprints and quickly completed Qian Wanjin's commission.

The appointed day arrived, and Qian Wanjin came to the door again, but unlike last time he was alone. Instead, he brought two pawnshop employees with him and drove there.

The car was parked in the front yard, and it looked about 70-80% new. The windows were broken when the bodyguard pawned it, and Qian Wanjin had someone install new ones.

He opened the trunk lid, pointed to the oil drum inside, and said:

"Look, it's over 3,000 li from Lingyun Prefecture to Phoenix City. This oil can cover 5,000 li even if it's just oil. Are you satisfied?"

The parasol tree nodded.

Qian Wanjin then took out a box from next to the oil drum, placed it in Wutong's hand, and opened it. Inside were ten stacks of money.

"Each stack costs 1,000 yuan, totaling 10,000 yuan. As long as you encounter a shop on the road, there's nothing you can't afford."

He said with heartache, "Lord Amu, you are truly the most expensive master I have ever hired."

Shan tossed his head back and said, "Who told you to send people to chase us back then?"

"Yes, yes, I deserve it." Qian Wanjin didn't hesitate to mock himself, and then asked Wutong, "Can you give me the blueprints now?"

Wutong nodded, beckoned the guards, and told them to go to his room to get his things.

The guard returned carrying a stack of Xuan paper. Qian Wanjin took a look and exclaimed in amazement, "Truly a master! How come I never thought of building it like this? The Prince's Mansion is full of hidden talents. Even a steward has the ability to build houses."

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