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

Chapter 9 Worse Than Beasts

She wasn't in a hurry; she simply brought the food over and placed it on the table.

The food was served on large wooden trays covered with lids.

Wutong lifted the cover and saw four dishes, a soup, and two bowls of white rice inside, all cooked according to the style of southern Xinjiang.

"Come and eat."

She called out, then sat down and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

Yinling was starving, but she couldn't see the road and had to slowly grope her way there, like a blind person.

It's fine to touch it like this when I'm alone, but it's embarrassing when there are other people around.

She sat on the bed humming, the aroma of food wafting into her nose, yet she couldn't taste it.

Wutong smiled mischievously, remained silent, put down her chopsticks and pretended to just realize it, then went over to help her up, saying, "Oh dear, I forgot, you can't see me."

Yinling knew perfectly well that she was doing it on purpose, and immediately pinched her.

She wasn't very strong, and Wutong rubbed her but didn't take it seriously. The two shook hands and made up.

"What do you do here every day? Are you just locked up like this?" Wutong thoughtfully put some food into her bowl and asked as she ate.

Yinling didn't have much of an appetite. She ate a few bites quickly at first, but after that, she lost interest in the food. Bored, she picked up her chopsticks and said, "Sometimes Meng Baobao will have someone take me to see him."

Wutong asked curiously, "Why do you want to see him?"

Yinling blushed and refused to say anything no matter what.

Wutong is also a woman, and she was almost humiliated by Meng Baobao. She guessed that Yinling's experience was probably similar to hers, but she didn't know if she was successfully assaulted.

She changed the subject: "What do you think of him? If we beg him, do you think he'll let us go?"

"Of course not!" Yinling suddenly became agitated, slamming her chopsticks on the table and saying with utter disgust, "He's a piece of scum! A degenerate scoundrel, worse than an animal!"

Wutong remained silent for a moment, then said firmly, "We have to escape!"

The silver bell's excitement faded, replaced by dejection: "Escape? How can I escape... There's no chance at all..."

She paused, pointed to her eyes, and said, "This is the price I paid. Once I almost escaped, but he caught me and blinded me with herbs."

She has such a noble status, yet now she can't even catch a glimpse of her beloved Fufeng brother?

The King of Dongqi has gone too far! If she gets the chance, she'll definitely tear him to pieces!

Looking at her face filled with hatred, Wutong felt a pang of pity, but at the same time, she thought that many times, opportunities don't come to you on their own; you have to actively seek them out.

After a meal, feeling full and energized, she began to explore the room.

She looked very carefully, not wanting to miss any corner or any detail.

Yinling leaned against the bed in despair and said, "It's no use looking. This place is like an impenetrable wall, there isn't even a window, I'm suffocating..."

Wutong pressed her hand against the wall, feeling it inch by inch, and even tapped on it.

dong dong...

The sound was deep; even if it wasn't solid, it must have been a very thick wall.

Then she went to check the wardrobe, took all the clothes out and put them on the bed, ignoring Yinling's complaints and patiently inspecting them.

There was nowhere to escape from inside the wardrobe.

She glanced at the height of the wardrobe, then suddenly took three steps back and looked up at the ceiling.

The ceiling is made of wood and is a dark color. Because the room is dimly lit, the details are not clearly visible.

Could that be a breakthrough?

Wutong immediately turned to Yinling and said, "You keep an eye on the door for me."

Yinling tensed up and sat up straight: "What are you going to do?"

"Let me look at the roof."

As she spoke, she pushed the square table next to the wardrobe, placed her feet on the tabletop, and climbed to the top of the wardrobe.

The wardrobe was already very tall. She knelt on it, teetering on the edge, and could touch the ceiling with her raised hand.

Wutong took a deep breath, suppressed her pounding heartbeat, straightened up, and tapped the ceiling with her knuckles.

The sound was clearly different from before—there was nothing behind these wooden planks!

Joy spread instantly, and Wutong withdrew her hand, panting with excitement.

Yinling, unable to see anything below, asked blankly and helplessly, "How is it?"

Wutong said happily, "We can get out of here. Help me find some tools."

Finding tools... This was obviously very difficult for Yinling, who was almost blind. She took two hesitant steps, feeling around with her hands, but before she could find anything, her right foot tripped over her left foot, and she fell hard.

She groaned in pain, her hair disheveled.

When Wutong saw the gold hairpin in her hair, she thought that it was quite hard and could be used. So she jumped down, pulled out the silver-bell-shaped gold hairpin, and climbed back up.

Yinling sat on the ground, holding her swaying hair bun, and instructed, "Be careful with this, it was left to me by the Empress Dowager."

"rest assured……"

Wutong responded, straightened her body, stretched her hand to its longest extent, gripped the gold hairpin tightly, pressed the sharp part against the wooden board, and began to pry vigorously.

Progress was slow, but there was no other way; there were no other tools left in the room.

Fortunately, the wood wasn't very hard, so after working on it for a while, she managed to carve a visible groove into the ceiling.

Wutong was so tired that her hands were almost broken, so she had no choice but to stop and rest.

Yinling felt a little guilty hearing her panting heavily; if she weren't blind, she could have helped too.

“If you really rescue me, when we get back, I will definitely ask Brother Fufeng to appoint you as a great general,” she said.

Wutong was taken aback, then smiled and waved her hand: "No need, no need, I'm just not cut out for that."

Besides, being a general means leading troops into battle, which carries a heavy responsibility. The lives of tens or even hundreds of thousands of people under her command rest on her shoulders, and she doesn't want to live such a tiring life.

Silver Bell really wanted to repay her, or rather, wanted to show that she wasn't powerless. She asked, "Then what reward do you want?"

Rewards...

Wutong stroked his chin for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. Now that he had rested enough, he reached his hand towards the ceiling again and said, "Let's go outside and talk about it."

Silver Bell slowly backed away, touched the chair, and sat down.

It feels so good to have someone by my side, even though the other person is a man and his status is nowhere near hers.

However, she has a very nice personality, is gentle and easy to get along with, and is probably not very old, because her voice sounds like that of an undeveloped boy. If you don't look closely, you might mistake her for a girl.

Those two months of confinement drove her almost to the brink of madness with loneliness. When she met someone who had gone through the same ordeal, she couldn't help but want to rely on them.

No one spoke in the room; both were lost in their own thoughts. The only sound was the clatter of the golden hairpin in Wutong's hand against the wooden board.

Just then, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside the door.

Wutong immediately stopped what she was doing, her face turning pale.

End of this chapter