Say she is her maid?

What era is this? Parents must use shoes and boards to draw people. Isn’t this the old society that landlords and wealthy and maids?

Say it's his girlfriend?

That would be even more impossible. After talking about marriage with Qianqian, he had already told his family that he would not be able to talk to friends in a short period of time, so he told his family not to urge him.

What's more, he and Tang and Song cannot be boyfriend and girlfriend. She has lived for thousands of years, right? He never thought about finding a girlfriend of such an old age?

But how can a living person introduce him to his parents and relatives when he goes back?

Forget it, it really doesn't work, so let's tell the truth. In the end, Wang Fan planned not to worry about these issues for now, and would rather drive home.

His hometown is a four-hour drive from Jiangcheng.

It is a small village in the northwest of Jiangcheng. It is snowing again as the New Year approaches, so the road is not particularly easy to walk. Wang Fan is preparing a lot of food and drink, and plans to rush home today to give his parents a surprise.

But when I was on the highway, I encountered heavy fog on the road and the highway was closed. Wang Fan had to follow the instructions on the navigation and walked on another rural road.

This road is not easy to walk. Some places are filled with pits that are disrepaired and sometimes there are mud pits that rush directly over, and they feel like they are riding on a shaking car. Wang Fan was a little dizzy when he was bumping.

"I'll drive later!"

When Tang Song saw that Wang Fan sometimes rubbed his temples with his hands, he said that he could drive and had been in charge of his driver's license for fifteen years.

Seeing Tang Song's tone of affirmation, Wang Fan gave her the steering wheel and planned to take a nap in the back row and squint. Who knew that before his eyes were closed, the car suddenly made a bang.

Wang Fan's body became stiff. When he jumped down, he realized that the tire had exploded, and he was unlucky and had two explosions at the same time!

Both front tires of this car hit a big rock on the side of the road. How did Tang Song drive the car?

Wang Fan couldn't help but touch his head. Seeing that Tang Song's face was flushed at this time, he stood in front of Wang Fan, like a child who did something wrong, blinking at him, biting his lips lightly, looking like he was about to cry.

"Forget it, forget it, let's see how many spare tires there are!"

"There is only one spare tire in this car. I'll call Lin Jia later and ask him to send someone to change the car immediately. I'm sorry to the owner..."

Tang Song was about to cry, and the solution he had come up with was also good. Wang Fan was so embarrassed to scold her now.

Only comfort me,

"Forget it, forget it, let's wait. It's almost eleven o'clock. If you are hungry, there will be food in the car..."

Wang Fan looked up at the surroundings.

Here we have already reached Guangshui Mountain District, surrounded by mountains and a road in the middle. There is a family about one or two hundred meters away from the car, and there is a family with a native dog at home.

Seeing them get off the car, the yellow local dog barked.

"Rhubarb, who's coming..."

I saw a fat, short-haired woman in her fifties with red bumps on her face walking out of the house.

"Oh, it's snowy, you're wearing so little? Come in and roast the fire..."

A strong dialect made Wang Fan feel familiar.

My hometown is also from Suicheng Guangshui. When I heard the dialect of my hometown, I quickly agreed.

"I went home during the Chinese New Year, and my car had a tire blown here. When my friend came over, I just heard the dog barking and came over..."

"Oh oh, all of you are fellow villagers. Come into the house and cook the fire. It's cold outside, be careful that it's frozen!"

This aunt was very enthusiastic. Now she saw that Tang Song was wearing only wool and hurriedly asked them to enter the house to burn the fire.

This family has three blue brick houses and a kitchen. A brazier was dug on the floor, and a large tree root was burned on it, and there was a lot of firewood next to it.

One or two meters away from the brazier, there are two or three pieces of smoked black bacon and a few sausages hanging. This should be the New Year’s goods of this family, and it looks a bit shabby.

The kitchen was smoky and dark, looking a little ragged, but because it was burning firewood, it was particularly warm.

"Lao Zhang, hurry up, a customer is here, bring some good tea leaves..."

The aunt shouted into the kitchen, and saw a man with a low head and dark face, who looked like he was fifty or sixty years old. She was surprised to see Wang Fan and the others, but a happy smile appeared on her face.

He quickly added wood in a hurry, took out some tea from home, and made a cup of tea for Wang Fan and Tang Song.

Although the cup was washed several times, it still looked oily.

The tea leaves are authentic Maojian tea. I don’t know if it has not been preserved well or if it has been a long time, the water quality of the soaked is dim.

Wang Fan looked at the family as enthusiastic, so he chatted with Lao Zhang for a few words. When Lao Zhang and her wife learned that the two of them had a tire blown, they would keep Wang Fan and the others at home for a meal without saying a word.

"We are in a remote and poor place, and it's hard to see a guest all year round. It's the Chinese New Year. When you meet a distinguished guest, there is nothing to be entertained at home. You still have to eat a meal. If you don't think it's dirty, just keep my house for a meal and roast it to warm up..."

To be honest, Tang Song looked at the dark room and couldn't sit down at the beginning.

She is a particularly delicate woman, and the clothes she wears are light-colored. She is worried that after she sits down, a layer of dust will fall on her body.

But this family is really hospitable and has the unique simplicity of rural people, which really touched the two of them.

Just stayed.

Lao Zhang chatted with them, saying that they had a son working outside and working as a porter in a logistics company. He only cost 40,000 to 50,000 yuan a year because his salary was not high, and no one mentioned his wife.

The old couple grows some mushrooms and fungus at home and eats according to the weather. Sometimes they can earn 50,000 or 60,000 yuan at good times, and sometimes they are only enough for the family’s expenses.

Every year, my son says that the cost of getting home during the Spring Festival is too expensive, and the company can earn three days a day during the Spring Festival, so he is reluctant to come back for the New Year.

"This child is reluctant to give up money. In fact, we raised two pigs at home this year, and the price was very good. We also left twenty or thirty kilograms of pork for the New Year. If he comes back, he can try it..."

To be honest, Lao Zhang's family is very poor.

They are poorer than most people's families, but this is also a normal family for farmers in the mountainous areas. They don't think they are doing well. On the contrary, they just miss their son because their children have not been home for three years in order to earn more money.

When Lao Zhang was talking, his wife had already started cutting a piece of bacon and specially took a sausage, which was to treat Wang Fan and his party as distinguished guests.

"Auntie, there is really no need to have too many dishes. We are so sorry for disturbing this..."
Chapter completed!