After returning home, Song Xiangran did not say a word about the experience of almost dying in the morning, after all, she had just escaped from the traffickers, and she did not want to worry her parents anymore.

Tomorrow the first tourists will come, but only two families will be decided, a total of five people. So Song Xiangran decided to clean up a spare room in his house first, and then let the village chief's family vacate a place.

A few decades ago, it was not only Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan who went to the countryside because of historical problems, but also a few other people. So Song Xiangran decided to let these intellectuals be tour guides for tourists when the time comes, introduce the history of Xiaolin Village, and explain the customs and customs of this area.

Other women, children, and the elderly, who have difficulty in their hands and feet, are assigned to do handicrafts or help with chores.

Young and strong men, all take on rough and heavy work.

After everyone was assigned work, they waited for the sun to rise the next day.

This night, Song Xiangran fell asleep quickly, which was a rare good sleep since she came back.

As soon as the sun rose, and amid the crowing of the rooster, the people of Kobayashi Village got up and started to work.

After all, there are tourists coming, Song Xiangran found a few people in the village who know folk musical instruments and can sing mountain songs, and gathered under the big locust tree at the entrance of Xiaolin Village, ready to welcome the first batch of tourists together.

As soon as the folk instruments and mountain songs sounded, these first-time visitors to Xiaolin Village were taken aback. Many of them have seen the world and played around, but the welcome of Xiaolin Village still makes them feel novel.

When tourists walk under the big locust tree, they can almost take in the beautiful scenery of the entire Xiaolin Village.

The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a stream flowing slowly past them, and the white-walled and red-tiled country buildings are set against the backdrop of verdant mountains, surrounded by golden rape fields and bright green bamboo forests.

Some young people who were reluctant to be dragged over by their families before were stunned when they saw this scene, it turned out that there is really such a beautiful scenery in this world, and it turned out that what their parents said was true, this place is much more beautiful than the photos they described!

"This big locust tree is the patron saint of our Xiaolin Village, and it has a history of hundreds of years, so it can be regarded as witnessing the growth of our Xiaolin Village along the way. Song Xiangran began to methodically introduce the various attractions of Xiaolin Village to the tourists behind him.

This group of tourists walked around for a while, and Song Xiangran thought that the big guy should be tired of walking, so he took the group to his yard to rest.

Song Xiangran scooped a bowl of well water for everyone, and after all the tourists drank it, none of them did not marvel at the coolness of the well water to quench their thirst, and even said that they would fill more well water and take it home.

A bowl of sweet and delicious well water belly, the heat seems to gradually fade, and the tourists seem to be refreshed.

"Let's go shopping again, little girl, I haven't seen enough!" A middle-aged man with a big belly said with a smile.

Seeing that the sun was on top of people's heads, thinking that today's lunch would have to prepare a dozen or so people's portions, after all, it was the first time, Song Xiangran was not very relaxed, and decided to take a look.

"Well, it's almost time for lunch, so let's take a stroll around here by myself, and go to the village party secretary's house for lunch at twelve o'clock. After a short break at noon, let's continue in the afternoon. Song Xiangran said with a smile.

Fashionable young people immediately come alive.

"Hey, it's not very common in China. The young man with a three-seven comb said to the young woman who was traveling with him.

The woman looked to be two or three years older than the man, wore elaborate makeup, wore an apricot-colored dress with light blue patterns, and stepped on a pair of small square heels. His expression was a little cold, and he rarely spoke. There was no reaction at all to the fuss of the man next to him.

"Sister Ziqing, our family finally came out to play together, why can't you be happier?" As the man spoke, he took off his plaid shirt and tied it around his waist, which was a popular way for young people in that era.

He Ziqing glanced at the man at this time, and said in a cold tone: "Who is the same family as you." “

After speaking, He Ziqing took care of himself and left with a sun umbrella. The man was left stunned for a while, and after a sigh, the man decided to go shopping on his own.

Wandering around, somehow, the man wandered into the kitchen. The people with the best skills in Xiaolin Village were sweating profusely, and the other people who had started their jobs were also doing their jobs, so focused that they didn't notice the appearance of the man at all.

But as soon as the sharp-eyed Song Xiangran raised his head, he saw this tourist, hurriedly greeted him, and asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything you need help with?"

Probably it is rare to be called so formally by others, the man is a little unaccustomed, he quickly waved his hand and smiled: "Don't be so formal, just call me He Zijun." “

After all, it was a guest, and Song Xiangran still felt that it was inappropriate to call him by his name, so he changed his mouth and shouted: "Then call you Xiao He." “

"Well, it's okay, what's your name?" He Zijun touched his head embarrassedly and stretched out his hand towards Song Xiangran.

After shaking hands, Song Xiangran also smiled: "My name is Song Xiangran, you can call me Xiao Song." “

He Zijun seems to be a person who likes to talk very much, and he is one year younger than Song Xiangran, pestering Song Xiangran to ask questions and questions, and he never stopped.

On the one hand, fortunately, Song Xiangran is a warm and generous person, who can somewhat resist him, and on the other hand, He Zijun is also a lively and lovely boy.

The two got along for a while, and Song Xiangran regarded him as a younger brother.

When it was time for lunch, He Zijun was assigned to the seat next to He Ziqing, he seemed to have completely forgotten the face that his sister gave him not long ago, and kept giving He Ziqing vegetables, and he didn't forget to ask for warmth in the summer.

He Shengqiang on the side glanced at his wife with satisfaction and said, "Mingfang, look at Zijun's child, it's really sticky." “

Gu Mingfang stretched out his hand and sandwiched a piece of meat for He Shengqiang, and said, "He hasn't loved to stick to his sister since he was a child." “

The conversation between his father and stepmother, He Ziqing sat next to him and heard it clearly, his expression became indifferent unconsciously, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"I don't eat celery. He Ziqing patted He Zijun's hand away and said without a trace of emotion.

"Oh," He Zijun flashed a subtle sense of loss in his eyes, put the chopsticks and celery into his mouth, and muttered to himself, "I eat celery." “

After lunch, the tourists went to the prepared rooms to rest.

Under the guidance of Song Xiangran, these rooms are furnished with the characteristics of Xiaolin Village and contemporary fashion.

So some people even decided to stay an extra day because of this room.