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

"Ruolan, wake up!"

Wutong pressed the wound against her and called out to her loudly.

Ruolan lifted her eyelids, revealing the whites of her eyes, a sign of impending death.

Wutong was extremely anxious, but Duan Fufeng came over and said, "I'll do it."

He pressed several important acupoints on Ruolan's body, as if to extend her life, and she finally woke up.

Wutong pulled a dagger from his waist and said to her, "Bear with it, I'll take out the bullet and then apply medicine for you."

Ruolan's dry, pale lips parted as if she were speaking.

Wutong leaned closer and heard her say in a very soft voice:

"There's no need for that anymore. I know I won't survive."

The bullet entered through his lower back, damaging vital organs. Coupled with excessive blood loss, no doctor could be found within a hundred miles.

Saving her is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Wutong knew she was right, but she just couldn't bear to let her die like that.

She owed her so much, how could she just die like that?

He should at least die at her hands.

Ruolan looked around; her vision was already blurring. Remembering their interrupted conversation, she mustered her last bit of strength and said:

"For the sake of our past acquaintance, I beg you for a favor before I die, okay?"

Wutong hesitated, and Shan grabbed her sleeve and shook his head at her, meaning not to agree to Ruolan's request, lest she fall into her trap again.

Ruolan had no strength left to do anything except speak.

Under such circumstances, what other schemes could she possibly come up with?

Wutong gritted her teeth and said, "Go ahead."

She had been deceived by him for half her life. If the other party still had any conscience, he shouldn't have betrayed her last bit of trust.

Ruolan lay on the barren land, looking at the sky, and managed a weak smile.

"I beg you, when you see my child in the future, tell him that his parents are very, very good people, and they didn't abandon him because they didn't love him. His mother always loved him, but she left him early because of her poor health. As for his father..."

She paused, a tear sliding down her cheek, and said, almost choking back a sob:

"His father was a peerless hero who saved lives, healed the wounded, and punished evil. He must study hard, practice martial arts diligently, and grow up to be a successful and conscientious person."

Wutong said, "You want me to deceive him?"

Ruolan said self-deprecatingly, "I can't give him anything, but leaving him with something to hold onto is good enough, please..."

She reached out her blood-stained hand and gently touched Wutong's hand hanging by her side. She wanted to pull it but dared not. Her fingertips, cold from blood loss, revealed her cautiousness, just like her pleading eyes.

"Please, promise me, this is my last wish."

Wutong didn't cry, but for some reason, her throat felt very uncomfortable, even more painful than if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.

She swallowed, let out a breath, and nodded.

"it is good."

"Thank you..." Ruolan looked at her steadily, and then said again as if to emphasize, "Thank you so much."

At this moment, she was just an ordinary middle-aged woman.

The former glory and wealth had long since left her behind, and wrinkles had inevitably crept onto the corners of her eyes.

Looking down from above, the white hair is mixed with the black hair, appearing and disappearing, like the fleeting moments of youth.

When she married Zhou Pan'an, she told herself: Now that she had made this decision, she could not regret it.

More than ten years later, she broke her promise.

Her injuries worsened, and she began to hallucinate, finding herself back in the time when she and Wutong had just transmigrated. At that moment, Shan ran in from outside the door, saying that their mother had died.

That day, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun shone brightly.

"In return, I'll tell you something, but I haven't verified it myself, so I don't know if it's true or not."

Wutong asked, "What news?"

"It is said that your child did not die. The one who was thrown to his death was a substitute found by Yelü Qing. The real child was raised in Dongqi. He originally intended to use him as a shackle to control you, but he died in the Central Plains before he could even speak... Some people say that the child was taken away by Bashar. I heard all this from the Dongqi palace. If you believe it, you can verify it yourself."

Ruolan finished speaking this long passage haltingly, smiled slightly, and closed her eyes forever.

Wutong watched helplessly as her hand slipped from beside her, dangling to the ground, covered in mud.

She disliked mud and dust the most, and the place she lived in was always kept spotless.

But once a person dies, they can't care about anything anymore; they're just a pile of flesh and blood that's about to be disposed of.

She took three steps back and quietly looked at her former friend, her long, loose hair dancing in the wind.

Duan Fufeng walked forward expressionlessly, checked Ruolan's breathing, took her pulse, and finally turned to Wutong and said:

"She's dead."

Ruolan died, but left her with such a shocking message before she died.

The mouse is still alive.

Although she herself said that she only heard it from others and did not know if it was true or not, how could she ignore it since she knew it?

Wutong looked back at the sky. Beneath the firelight of Haoshan, there were large, dark clouds that seemed ready to swallow the world at any moment.

Time was of the essence, so she took a can of oil from the trunk and poured it on Ruolan.

Duan Fufeng understood her meaning, took out a flint and steel, lit a piece of cloth, and handed it to her.

She threw the cloth forward, and it landed on Ruolan, instantly igniting a huge fire. The flames began to burn fiercely, and the black smoke, like a black ghost beckoning souls, led Ruolan's soul into the air, where it was finally blown away by the wind.

The three stood silently by, watching the incredibly simple funeral.

With the help of fuel, the flames lasted for a long time, until finally only a pile of ashes and a scorched ground remained.

A patch of scorched black earth appeared out of nowhere in the vast expanse of loess.

The sycamore tree buried the pile of ashes into the yellow earth, and the mountain asked curiously:

"Where are we going now? Should we continue towards Phoenix? Or should we look for your children first?"

Duan Fufeng stood with his hands behind his back beside the sycamore tree, his posture as upright as a tree, giving people a strong sense of security.

"Since Ruolan knows about this, she must have done so through Adan. And Adan has already been controlled by Lu Yisheng. To catch the thief, we must first catch the king. We still need to go and capture Lu Yisheng."

Shan clenched his fist and waved it.

"That old dog Lu is really despicable. He's so old, why doesn't he stay home and rest instead of interfering in everything? Sister Wutong, what do you think we should do?"

Wutong glanced at Duan Fufeng, her face showing signs of fatigue.

"You know the situation between the two places better than I do, so you make the arrangements."

Duan Fufeng nodded.

“There’s an ambush ahead. We can’t go on alone any longer. We need to rejoin the main army now. Before Lu Yisheng receives news of Ruolan’s death, we must reach the outskirts of Phoenix City and begin the siege.”

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