After crossing, I took my wife to farm GL MTL

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Wang Fuqiang opened the door, saw a person he didn't know, and asked, "Who are you?"

　　The young man replied with a smile: "I passed by here to ask for some water."

　　Before Wang Fuqiang could think of what to say, Wang Cuihua's voice came, "Qiangzi, who is it?"

　　The young man ignored Wang Fuqiang, bypassed him and walked in, stopped when he saw Wang Cuihua, he gave Wang Cuihua a tael of silver, and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng Wenxing is going to Beijing for the exam, passing by here, I wonder if I can ask for a drink? "

　　Wang Cuihua saw that the visitor was polite and scholarly, she immediately had a plan in mind, she quickly took a tael of silver, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen, come in quickly, it's just a bowl of water, really, why are you being polite. Qiangzi , go boil some water."

　　After inviting Wen Xing into the room, Wang Cuihua cleared the debris on the table, moved a new chair for Wen Xing, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen, please sit down."

　　Wen Xing lifted his hem and sat on a yellow wooden chair. He glanced at the surrounding layout. Although the interior equipment was old, the walls had just been refurbished. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell the earthy smell of the walls.

　　Seeing Wen Xing looking at their house, Wang Cuihua smiled and said, "Mr. Wen, my house is relatively run-down, and the hospitality is not good. Don't be surprised."

　　Wen Xing smiled lightly and said, "No, I'm the one who disturbed you. I don't know what to call Madam?"

　　Wang Cuihua said: "My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Cuihua."

　　"Thank you, Mrs. Wang." Wen Xing patted his robe, and said casually, "The crops in Mrs. Wang's village are growing very well, and there will definitely be a good harvest this year."

　　When Wang Cuihua heard Wen Xing call her wife, she was as happy as if she had been wiped with honey. Scholars speak differently. If I knew she would let Qiangzi continue reading.

　　"I hope it's as Mr. Wen said," Wang Cuihua said. "Our village is called Pingfan Village. There are only 300 households in total. We grow wheat. There are two seasons. According to the situation of the village meeting held every year, The harvest is still barely there."

　　Wen Xing said calmly, "Mrs. Wang is kind-hearted, God will definitely bless Pingfan Village."

　　Wang Cuihua showed joy, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen just speaks nicely."

　　The two chatted for a while, and Wang Fuqiang's voice came from the stove, "Mother, it's ready."

　　Wang Cuihua shouted: "Make your father's Pu'er tea for Mr. Wen."

　　After a while, Wang Fuqiang came over with a freshly boiled pot of water. He took a cup for Wen Xing, put some tea in it, and said, "Please drink, Mr. Wen."

　　Wen Xing picked up the teacup and blew on the hot air, took a sip, the taste was sour, it was old tea, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows, attracting Wang Cuihua's attention.

　　"Mr. Wen," Wang Cuihua said, "is it because you are not satisfied with the tea?"

　　Wen Xing shook his head and said, "No."

　　Wang Cuihua breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the atmosphere was too awkward, she said, "Mr. Wen is married?"

　　Wen Xing was displeased from the bottom of his heart but didn't show it. He cleverly avoided the question and said with a smile, "How old is your son this year? I see that your son is a good-looking person. Has he already married a wife?"