Wang Cheng nodded blankly, Jiang Hua looked around with the map and found the bus stop.
Fortunately, there were signs in English, so the two of us were not blinded. In addition, we had inquired about the bus prices beforehand, so it was not outrageous. Jiang Hua Yuan Jun
After boarding the bus, the two of them headed to the outskirts of the city.
Wang Cheng looked outside a little dullly, and saw that he had reached the urban-rural fringe.
Wang Cheng saw a piece of green in the distance. He pointed into the distance and said, "Is that farmland over there?"
"should be."
When they got to the platform, the two of them got off the bus. Wang Cheng walked quickly, did a chest expansion exercise, and said happily: "The climate here is good, it's not as dry as the capital, and the wind is comfortable."
"The climate is like this. It's not cold in winter and not hot in summer."
Wang Cheng pointed to the farmland in the distance and said: "Look at the crops I planted here. The rows are clearly distinct. It feels refreshing to look at it."
Jiang Hua looked along his fingers and saw that the ones growing there were not grains, but vegetables or something.
"I have read some information before. Xihans is an agricultural model based on small farms and small agricultural companies. They don't have many people. It wouldn't work if it were us."
“Is that house a country house?”
Wang Cheng asked, pointing to a house in the distance. This house was on the edge of the farm. It seemed like someone was moving in front of the house.
Jiang Hua spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. How about we go and ask."
Wang Cheng was so frightened that he said, "It's not appropriate."
Jiang Hua was a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers. He said nonchalantly, "It's just a question. It shouldn't be a big deal."
Jiang Hua took the lead, and Wang Cheng followed timidly. The two came to the gate of the farm.
A majestic Hans man with blond hair and neatly trimmed beard was repairing something.
When he saw Jiang Hua, he said something in Chinese, but neither of them understood it. The lines were separated by a mountain, not to mention the language.
Jiang Huaying asked in English: "Sir, do you speak English?"
The Hans man immediately said in English: "Gentlemen, what can I do?"
Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Hello, we are tourists, coming from a flower garden."
"Oh, how can I help you?"
"I just wanted to ask, is this your country house?"
Hans laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, country house, oh, please forgive me, this is my home, my farm, I am not a Junker, and I am not luxurious enough to have a country house."
Jiang Hua could only say awkwardly: "I'm sorry, forgive my ignorance."
"It's okay, it's normal. If I go to your flower garden, I'm afraid I will act as ignorant as you. Everyone does this in a strange environment. There is nothing to be sorry for."
Wang Cheng poked Jiang Hua on the back from behind and said anxiously: "I told you not to ask, but you didn't listen. How embarrassing it is now."
Hans couldn't understand Chinese, so he asked: "Sir, what do you say?"
Jiang Hua still smiled: "It's nothing, my companion feels a little embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed, just ask if you don't understand. This is a virtue."
After speaking, Hans stretched out his hand and said to Jiang Hua, "My name is Schneider."
Jiang Hua also stretched out his hand: "Jiang Hua, you can call me Jiang or Hua. My classmate is called Wang Cheng. Just call him Wang."
"Jiang, Wang." Schneider pointed at the two of them and said, "Wait a minute, I have some impression of the word Wang. By the way, there is a flower grower not far over there. His name is also Wang. He has just moved here less than two years ago. Year."
Jiang Hua pointed in the direction: "Is it over there?"
"Yes, about four or five kilometers."
"Thank you. I want to visit our compatriots. Goodbye then."
"goodbye."
Schneider waved his hand, then thought of something and said, "That king is a bit lonely and may not be easy to deal with."
The two of them walked forward along the road. Wang Cheng asked, "That person is not easy to deal with. Are we still going?"
"Go, why don't you go? Once you come out, you must know something about the situation!"
The two of them walked along the road and soon saw that the flower grower's house was a house. Why were they so sure? Because they stared at a small wooden board on the wall that read: Wang's House.
Jiang Hua smiled and said, "This is a person who has been around since his old age."
"What's wrong?" Wang Cheng didn't see the sign and asked in confusion.
Jiang Hua stepped aside and let Wang Cheng see the sign. Wang Cheng also smiled. He pointed at the sign and said, "I haven't seen this done in many years."
Jiang Hua saw the doorbell, so he stretched out his hand to ring it. Wang Cheng grabbed him and said, "Really ring it? What did you say when you saw it?"
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "No, why are you just like Grandma Liu when she entered the Grand View Garden? Why don't you pay a visit? You are both of Yanhuang blood. If you have something to talk about, just say sorry, turn around and leave. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
After a while, the two of them heard a noise in the yard. After another short while, the door was opened, and a head popped out. It was a familiar face.
The old man asked in German, but the two of them didn't understand. Jiang Hua asked in Mandarin: "Old man, are you a fellow flower grower?"
Hearing Chinese, a smile appeared on the old man's originally indifferent face, and he nodded: "Yes, you are also flower growers, are you from mainland China?"
There was a strong Ludong flavor in the old man's voice, and Wang Cheng said, "Yes, I'm from the mainland. I heard that there is a family of compatriots here, so I wanted to come and visit."
At this moment, Wang Cheng was doing well again. As soon as this guy heard Chinese, he immediately became more energetic.
The old man opened the door, gestured and said: "Come in and talk, we are all from my hometown, it is not appropriate to stand at the door and talk."
The old man let the two of them into the house and poured tea. It was not tea bags, but tea leaves. This surprised both Jiang Hua and Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng asked: "Uncle, do you still have a Longjing here?"
"Hansi people actually like to drink tea, but most of them like black tea. The green tea I sell is very expensive."
Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, old man. Let's go back and have a look. If the embassy has green tea, we will send some to you then."
The old man asked in surprise: "People from your country?"
"Yes." Wang Cheng started chatting: "We are here to buy industrial equipment. We are translators. We have nothing to do today. We just took a stroll. A farmer just in front told us that our compatriots are here."
The old man sat down and said: "Buy industrial equipment. I have to say that the industrial equipment in Hans Country is indeed the best in the world. You should buy it here."
Jiang Hua said: "It's a pity that the asking price is too expensive, and now we are stuck here."
