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

Wutong was a little confused and didn't answer immediately. The word "death" kept running through her mind.

Long Er died, killed by Nan Xing, a few months ago.

Could it be... the day she had Nanxing bring her into the palace?

Did she kill Ryuji?

Realizing this, Wutong felt as if her heart was about to explode with sorrow, her eyes filled with grief.

The man glanced at her, filled his glass with wine, but instead of drinking it, he poured it on the ground.

"The Longxing Escort Agency has such a reputation entirely due to the skillful management of its leader. It's a pity that the capable do not live long. Here's a toast to him, may he rest in peace in the afterlife."

The land had been parched for too long; when the strong liquor was poured on it, it quickly seeped into the ground, leaving only a very shallow mark.

Wutong grabbed Shan's arm, stood up, and said goodbye to them, her head spinning as she spoke.

She thought it was because she was too sad, but the mountain was also unsteady, swaying back and forth as if it were drunk.

Wutong realized something was wrong and quickly pulled Shan, saying, "Quick! Let's get in the car."

Shan quickened his pace toward his car, managing to walk three or four meters before the two collapsed to the ground.

A gust of wind blew from the horizon, and amidst the swirling yellow dust, the men walked up to the two men.

First, he removed the mountain's hat and said with satisfaction, "It really does look good; it'll definitely fetch a good price."

What about the one next to it?

"Just throw it far away, so no one can find it."

"it is good."

Someone went to lift the sycamore tree, but accidentally touched her chest and exclaimed in surprise, "Wait a minute! This is a woman too!"

The crowd took off her hat, revealing a large clump of jet-black hair, and immediately exchanged smiles, as if they had found money on the street.

I was drugged.

When Wutong regained consciousness, this was the first thing she thought of.

But weren't they bodyguards from the Longxing Escort Agency? It's a perfectly good job, they earn a good income, and we have no grudges against each other, so why would they drug them?

Everything was pitch black. She tried to rub her head, which was throbbing with pain, but found that her hands and feet were tightly bound by ropes, and she couldn't move at all.

The darkness in front of me wasn't real darkness; it was as if my eyes were covered by a thick cloth.

Kidnapped?

Unable to see its surroundings, Wutong dared not make a sound, remaining extremely vigilant as it observed its surroundings.

Her eyes were blindfolded, but her ears still worked. She felt like she was in a closed room, with the sounds of women talking coming from outside, though they were very faint.

She felt the voice sounded familiar and was about to listen carefully when the door was suddenly opened and two sets of footsteps walked in, talking as they went. They were both male voices.

"Look, these are the women that the bodyguards brought."

"She's quite good-looking, slim and slender. How much?"

"Twenty thousand per person."

"They've switched to this now? Isn't being a bodyguard a good job?"

"You must be living in a remote mountain village. Longxing Escort Agency went bankrupt long ago when the sect leader died. There was no one in charge of the agency. Everything that could be sold was sold off. As for the escorts, they either went to Haoshan to work as foremen or went out to freeload. What's so strange about selling people?"

"Free food and drinks? How would you do that?"

"Only people in Phoenix City know about Longxing Escort Agency. Who outside the city would know that Long Er is dead? These escorts are continuing to escort goods under Long Er's name, either swallowing the goods themselves or demanding exorbitant prices, even more so than when she was alive."

……

The two continued chatting, and through their conversation, Wutong figured out why she had been drugged.

But where exactly is this place? They mentioned Phoenix, could it be...?

Just then, she heard a familiar groan. It turned out that Shan was also beside her, and had been awakened by their voices.

The person who spoke had already walked up to them and naturally noticed Shan. He pinched her cheek and looked at her, then asked his companion, "Should we give them some more medicine?"

Before his companion could answer, Shan opened his mouth and bit his hand hard.

She had been trafficked by human traffickers before and knew their preferred methods. Upon hearing that they were going to force-feed her drugs, she was filled with rage and wished she could bite them to death.

The man let out a scream and desperately tried to pull his hand away. His companion came to help and slapped Shan until he released his grip.

The mountain couldn't see anything, but with sheer determination, it was determined to fight them to the death.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wutong quickly moved to the side of the mountain and whispered, "Pretend to faint."

Shan felt much more at ease knowing that she was also there, and did as she was told. Wutong then returned to her original position and continued to lie motionless.

When the two came to their senses, they looked up and found that Shan was not moving. They thought he had been knocked unconscious by their slap, so they quickly removed the blindfold from his eyes and also removed the blindfold from Wutong's eyes.

Wutong squinted and looked out the window, immediately seeing the scenery outside.

Everywhere is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it is always as lively as the New Year. On the opposite building, women dressed in light clothing are dancing gracefully, and you can hear the sounds of drinking games, laughter, and collisions coming from the next room.

It really is Furong Street.

They searched everywhere for those people but couldn't find them. By sheer coincidence, they ended up here. It was truly an effortless stroke of luck.

But once you arrive home, you have no freedom. How can you escape?

Wutong wanted to take a closer look at the two men, but as soon as she turned her eyes, she saw that they were also looking at her, so she quickly closed the slit in her eye.

Looking at the two women lying unconscious in front of them, the two men stared at each other in bewilderment.

"What should we do? Should we call Mom?"

"Row."

The two turned and walked out, locking the door behind them.

After their footsteps faded away, Wutong quickly wriggled over to Shan's side and asked worriedly, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Shan grimaced and hissed, cursing, "Those two bastards were really ruthless; they almost knocked my teeth out."

"Don't be so impulsive in the future. Figure out the situation first, understand?" Wutong instructed.

Shan nodded, red and swollen finger marks appearing on his face.

Wutong felt very sorry for her, but she couldn't even rub her hands.

Those two had sent the madam away; she needed to find out the surrounding area before they returned.

The two were lying on the ground in an empty room with only two chairs standing there forlornly.

The sycamore tree moved to the corner of the wall like a caterpillar, braced itself against the wall with its shoulder, and stood up with all its might. Then it jumped to the window and looked out.

They were on the third floor, quite a distance from the ground; if they jumped, they would be crippled even if they didn't die.

There was nowhere to climb on either side, making it extremely difficult to escape. Those people must have specifically chosen such a good room to imprison people.

Not knowing what she would face next, she had to do everything she could to find a chance to escape.

Upon hearing footsteps, Wutong memorized the terrain outside the window, then leaped back to its original spot.

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