A group of people came to the west of Wushan Village.

A family is surrounded by a wall, and a two-story attic is enclosed inside. Looking from a distance, the style is antique and has a charm, which is unique in the village and stands out from the crowd.

The door of the house was cleaned, and two locust trees with lush branches were planted. There were also a few birds perched on the trees, making chirping birdsong, which was crisp and sweet.

Standing under the shade of the tree, the breeze blows for a while, but unfortunately it is past the season of locust blossoms, otherwise the blossoms of the locust trees will be beautiful and fragrant.

Yan Zhixu walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

Not long after the knock, a replying voice came from inside the wall, "Come here, wait a minute."

With a creak, the lacquered mahogany door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in simple clothes and a little gentle stood at the door.

"Excuse me, are you okay?"

Although he is in the countryside, he is very different from the other peasants who are disheartened and vicissitudes of life. He looks gentle and refined like Mr.

Xiao Zhenghe's eyes were as clear as water, but he stayed a little longer when his eyes swept over a few people and landed on Chu Chen and Xiao Yanyan.

Lu Yao restrained his usual playfulness, showed his skillful skills, and said with a smile.

"We have something to ask you. I wonder if we can sit down and talk in detail?"

As the saying goes, stretch out your hand and don't hit someone with a smiling face. Lu Yao's attitude is upright and sincere, so Xiao Zhenghe naturally doesn't want to politely refuse.

He opened the door, stepped back to the side, and reached out in a gesture of please.

"Come on, come home quickly, what's the matter? After entering the house, sit down and talk slowly."

Things went well unexpectedly, Gong Qin and the others cast an admiring look at Lu Yao, and under Xiao Zhenghe's warm invitation, everyone stepped into the house.

The Xiao family's yard was clean and spotless, and there were several pots of hydrangea on the ground. The flowers were in full bloom and the fragrance was overflowing.

The decorations in the small yard are not expensive but exquisite everywhere. It can be seen that the host is romantic and interesting and loves life.

In the yard, a plainly dressed woman with her hair pulled together was watering the flowers, and a young child was playing with a spinning top beside her.

Xiao Zhenghe led people to sit down in the small pavilion. Mrs. Xiao stopped watering and went to the kitchen to bring a few plates of washed fruit.

Li Zhi put the fruit on the table, "The rural conditions are poor, don't dislike it."

She has the enthusiasm and simplicity unique to the rural people, and the smile on her face is sincere and contagious.

"Of course not, Madam is polite."

"Yes, yes, this fruit is very fresh and delicious at first glance. It must be the kind that you can't buy in the city."

"It's too polite, Madam, who has brought so much fruit and said it's rudimentary."

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Everyone hurriedly opened their mouths. After such a conversation, the distance between each other was shortened, and the atmosphere was happy.

Yan Zhixu sat upright and his voice was cold, "May I ask your surname."

"My surname is Xiao, my name is Xiao Zhenghe, this is my wife Li Zhi and my seven-year-old son Xiao Shuizhuo."

He looked at the child who was playing and the woman who wiped the sweat from his son's forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Happiness flows in the air, and everyone present can feel the warmth.

Xiao Yanyan paused when eating the fruit, and wiped his mouth after eating the pear in his hand.

She looked serious, "I take the liberty to ask, who is Xiao Jingshan from you?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Zhenghe raised his head, and there was a violent fluctuation in his eyes.