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

Chapter Eight: I'm Pregnant

As soon as it was a little light, Wutong took Nanxing, packed their luggage, and prepared to set off.

The large tent belonging to Master Zhou is gone, and everyone is sleeping outdoors.

Ruolan sat on her straw mat for a long time, until Wutong got into bed. Finally, she couldn't resist and ran over to see her off.

“Take these provisions and eat them on the road.” She wiped away her tears and said, “Zhou Pan’an was also going to come and thank you, but he caught a bad cold and injured his foot, so he couldn’t get up.”

Wutong took the dry rations and threw them into the cabin without replying.

Nanxing took the first stroke.

Ruolan gripped Wutong's hand tightly, looking at her pleadingly: "Can you forgive us?"

Wutong's nose turned red, and she said expressionlessly, "If Zhao Sanyang's corpse can forgive you, then I can forgive you too."

Tears streamed down Ruolan's face as she sobbed, "Wutong, I'm sorry... I had no choice, I had to save Zhou Pan'an, I..."

She bit her lip and revealed the secret: "I'm pregnant."

Wutong finally reacted, glancing at her with slight surprise.

Ruolan said, "A child cannot be without a father."

She wanted her child to have a father, she wanted to have a son, a son that the whole family would love, and she also wanted to guard against that vile woman.

She felt extremely tired, but she couldn't collapse, because if she did, all her efforts would be in vain!

Ruolan's face turned ferocious.

Wutong withdrew her gaze and pushed her hand away: "I wish you a long and happy marriage."

She did everything she wanted to do, and she also did things she didn't want to do.

The boat rowed away from the shore and sailed further afield, leaving ripples in its wake.

They had traveled all day, not knowing exactly how far they had gone, but the whole day was quiet.

Wutong and Nanxing are not talkative by nature; they only chat when they are in a good mood.

Wutong's feelings can only be described as being torn apart, so much so that even moving her lips feels like a struggle.

The surrounding scenery remained largely unchanged, with water everywhere and the occasional mountain peak that was often crowded with disaster victims.

When will this flood recede?

Local officials and reinforcements from southern Xinjiang are doing everything they can to save lives.

However, the local officials were too weak, and the main base in southern Xinjiang was not located here, so they could not make the best use of resources, making the rescue extremely difficult.

Doesn't the imperial court care?

The officials sent from Jingzhou would be considered a waste even if they were fed excrement; I wonder if it's the same in other places.

How can an emperor sit securely on the dragon throne when the people are suffering?

It's truly an unsolvable mystery.

As darkness fell, the two men, having rowed all day, found their arms aching and decided to find a place to rest.

A lamp suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead, but it was barely visible due to the wind blowing it.

However, it is certain that it was hanging on the ship.

How come there's a boat here?

Wutong perked up, quickly paddled a few strokes, and came face to face with the other party.

I was shocked to see that it was one of Lieutenant Li's men, someone I knew.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

The other person was overjoyed to see her: "Great! I've finally found you!"

Wutong had a bad feeling: "What do you want?"

The man said, "I don't know either, but Commander Li ordered us to come and find you, to tell you not to go any further, but to change direction and go to the place where the horses are being released, where we will meet up. We are going back to Yuemen Pass."

Return to Yuemen Pass? But the floodwaters haven't been controlled yet.

Wutong was completely bewildered and anxious, eager to know the answer.

However, the other party was just a messenger; the specific details would have to wait until they met Commandant Li.

Urged on by them, she became too lazy to rest and forced herself to continue rowing.

Are you tired? If you are, take a nap.

Wutong turned her head and saw Nanxing, who was just a child under ten years old, but like her, he had worked hard all day.

Nanxing shook his head and remained silent.

Wutong didn't insist, but secretly increased her strength a bit more.

After paddling for about a day and a night, they finally returned to the place where they had stored the horse flattery.

A large fleet of hundreds of ships has already docked at the shore, and it looks like they haven't been there long.

After disembarking from the boat, the first thing Wutong did was to find Commander Li.

Lieutenant Li is leading his men to count the horses and provisions, preparing for departure.

"Commander Li," Wutong called out from behind him.

The other person turned around, their resolute, square face showing signs of exhaustion from several sleepless nights: "You've come."

Wutong asked, "What happened? Why are we in such a hurry to go back? What about Dingjiang River?"

Li Duwei said, "His Highness has sent another person to take over, and the upstream has been basically blocked. The flood will recede on its own soon."

"What about Moon Gate Pass?"

Lieutenant Li remained silent, something flickering in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, walked a few steps toward Wutong, and whispered to her, "We must go back, because Yuemen Pass is under siege by the Eastern Qi army, with countless dead and wounded. The general is also trapped inside, and we don't know if he is alive or dead."

Wutong's eyes widened suddenly, unable to believe her ears.

How could this be... how could this be...

Zhao Sanyang just died, is Abuduo going to get into trouble again?

She suddenly became unsteady and swayed. Lieutenant Li tried to help her, but Nanxing beat him to it.

He sighed as he looked at Wutong's dejected appearance and said, "Anyway, let's see how things go when we get back. Worrying now is pointless. Find your horses and let's set off as soon as possible."

Nanxing helped Wutong find their Fufu and tied up their luggage one by one.

Wutong stood beside him, touching Fufu's horse face, feeling a desolation in her heart.

She was very excited when she arrived because she was finally going to see Ruolan. She wanted to talk to her all night, give her the red cloth, and tell her that she was living a very happy life.

In the blink of an eye, how did it become like this?

What an irony.

After resting for about an hour, the army marched in a grand procession toward Moon Gate Pass.

Along the way, they received battle reports from Fei Nu.

The Eastern Qi's attack was large-scale, with an initial estimate of 30,000 troops. It was also very well planned, starting with a night raid to break through the Moon Gate and then burning down the tents in the barracks, inflicting a huge blow on the garrison.

After sending out 3,000 soldiers for disaster relief, the army at Yuemen Pass was left with less than 7,000 men. After the fire, nearly 1,000 more died.

The difference between 6,000 and 30,000 is obvious.

Abdo was an experienced commander, and he led his troops in a desperate resistance, but all they could do was resist.

Even a layman who doesn't understand war, like Wutong, can sense that this attack by Dongqi is quite different from the last one.

Last time it was just robbery to obtain supplies.

This time, it's practically an invasion.

What are they planning to do? Do they intend to capture and occupy Yuemen Pass, or are they preparing to launch a direct attack on southern Xinjiang?

Without arriving at the scene, no one dared to say anything, but according to intelligence analysis, there seemed to be a particularly powerful general in the Eastern Qi army.

End of this chapter