Looking at the cute Lori in front of him, the big farmer felt happy from the bottom of his heart, looking like a child of a rich family, looking like he was six or seven years old, but he pretended to be a little adult and was not afraid of strangers, I really don't know how her adults took care of their children, this is fortunate to meet herself, if you meet any bad people, there will be a big problem.

"Mercetes, did you come out alone?" Although Gold knew it was unlikely, he had to ask.

"No, I went out with my father, my sister, and my uncle, and they were resting in the shade of the trees over there." The chick jumped twice on the spot and shook her hand and pointed to the green lawn on the other side.

Gold breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the little girl's finger. Sure enough, a picnic cloth was spread out under the shade of a tree, several tourists were sitting on the lawn resting, and a man on crutches was slowly walking in the direction where they were.

"Daddy! Come here. The little girl waved her arms at the man.

"Good morning sir, your daughter is so cute." Gold smiled at the man.

It was a young man who looked to be in his thirties, and Gold, who was estimated to be at least five or six years older than himself, noticed that the man had thick black hair and brown eyes, which were quite different from his beautiful daughter, and that his face looked a little pale and emaciated, and that one leg was probably a little disabled, but his posture was as tall as a pine, and there was an indescribable composure in his steps.

It was supposed to be a soldier, probably wounded on the battlefield, Gold secretly guessed.

"Good morning sir, my daughter didn't bother you." The man asked gently, reaching out and stroking the head of his little daughter, who was holding his waist and petite.

"No, not at all, I'm still worried that she and her parents are lost, such a cute little lady, but you have to keep an eye on it all the time." Gold replied cheerfully.

"Thank you so much for your concern, my name is Scott. Ronster. The man held out his hand to Gold.

"Fortunately, Mr. Rohnst, my name is John. Gold, you can call me John. The farmer hurriedly shook the other's hand.

"Okay John, you can also call me Scott, are you here in Berlin for business or tourism?" Rounst asked with a smile.

"How do you see that?" Gold felt a little magical, he hadn't reported his history, and the other party could see at a glance that he was not a local.

"Not many people in Berlin carry this." Rohnst said, pointing to Gold's badge of the Agricultural Autonomous Corps on his chest.

"No wonder, I also wonder that people in the city don't bring this, but I'm the director of the village self-government association." Gold wiped the badge with his thumb.

"John, where are you from?" Rounst asked.

"Hertzbel, south of Berlin"

"I know this place, it's not too far from here, do you often come to Berlin? John"

"Believe it or not, it's my first time here. Here you go, throw it in the middle of them. With that, Gold handed Mersetas the little bread he had left, and told her to throw it into the water to feed the ducks.

"John, would you like to come over and have a chat with us if you can, we brought some food and drinks." Rounst thought the young man was amusing, and invited him seriously.

"Well, I'd like to ask if there's anything to do in the city." The Germanic farmer agreed very boldly.

In his hometown, the villagers often invite strange passers-by to dinners, and in addition to making friends, they can also inquire about some interesting news from other places.

Rounst took out a handkerchief and helped his daughter wipe her little crumbs-stained hands, and then led Mercertes to lead Gold to the picnic ground not far away.

Halfway through, the little girl broke free of his father's hands and ran forward, then threw herself into the arms of a beautiful lady sitting on a picnic blanket.

"Sister Wallen." The girl rubbed her little face back and forth in Kirsten's arms.

"Your Highness Mercetes, do you see the ducks?" Weirle shoved a cherry into the girl's hand.

"See, I also fed the ducks and the grey geese." Chicks are now learning and selling.

"It's amazing that you can still recognize the grey geese." Wehrle laughed and teased the girl.

"John just told me." Mercetes says she is an honest little girl.

"John?" Wheeler looked up and saw a strong young man walking with Rohnst.

"Gentlemen, may I introduce you, this is John from Herzbell. Mr. Gold. Rounst walked over to the picnic cloth and introduced the group.

"Fortunately, I'm John. Gold. Gold greeted everyone with a generous smile.

"Fortunately, Mr. Gold, my name is Werle." Weirle smiled and waved his hand at Gold.

"Kirsten, glad to be." Kirsten bowed slightly to Gold.

"Dogen, it's a good thing." Dougan nodded at Gold.

"Fortunately, Mr. Werle, Mr. Dogen, Miss Kirsten." Gold has always been a good young man who knows how to be polite.

"It was Gold's first time in Berlin, and I invited him to join us and play with us." Rounst leaned on his crutches and slowly sat down.

"No problem, welcome." Wehrle said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet people from afar, and when it comes to Herzbel, it's south of Berlin." Kirsten said with a smile.

"It's not too far from Berlin, it's less than a hundred kilometers." Wehrle said.

"Has Monsieur Verrle been to us?" Gold asked in surprise.

"Ever passed by there, there is a big air base there, which village do you live in? John. ”

"Four Roots of Wood Village."

"Why did you come up with such a strange name?" Dougan asked curiously.

Legend has it that the first house built in the village used only four pieces of wood. I haven't seen it anyway, but the old people in the village say so. Gold replied, scratching the back of his head and laughing.

"John, what do you drink, we have beer, honey black tea and coffee." Rohnster greeted him warmly.

"Of course the man wants a beer, but it's not yet lunchtime," Gold hesitated.

"It's okay, this is also what I bought at the beer cafeteria over there in Neptune Pond just now, if you don't have enough, you can buy some more." Rounst handed Gold a bottle of beer.

"Thank you then." Gold didn't pretend to be polite, and pried open the cap with the wrench that Rounst had handed over, and then took a big bite on his neck.

"How does it taste, it's brewed by the zoo itself, and you can't buy it outside." Wehrle said.

"Yes, it's better than the one in my hotel." Gold replied happily.

"John, you're from the Agricultural Autonomous Group?" Kirsten chimed in.

"Oh, you mean that." Gold gestured to the badge on his chest.

"I'm a director of the village self-government association, and my family's homestead farm has 90 hectares of land, a small orchard and a pig farm." Gold said proudly.

"How's this year's harvest going?" Weirle asked casually as he peeled an orange for Mercertes.

"Very good, this summer's climate is warm, the crops are growing well, I just finished harvesting before I came, the specific number has not been calculated, but it is definitely a bumper harvest, I came out in the past few days, the family may have begun to replant winter wheat." Gold took another sip of his beer, then took half a sausage from Ronst.

"But now it's getting harder and harder to hire people, and many of the young people from the village have gone to the city, and some have joined the army. I also wanted to join the army, but I also had two younger brothers at home, and I was a little uncomfortable with my mother running the farm alone. However, if the country needs it, I will not hesitate to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy. Gold patted his chest and said he was a bloody tough guy.

"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier, I can tell at a glance that you are a soldier, and this leg was also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured down most of his beer, and his spirits began to relax.

"No, it was an accident." Rounst patted his knee.

"But it's much better now, and the doctor said he'll be well in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to." Gold realized that he had guessed wrong and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, you are right about one thing, I am indeed a soldier, but I am now recuperating, and when I recover my health, I still have to return to the army." Rounst said with a firm expression.

"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier, I can tell at a glance that you are a soldier, and this leg was also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured down most of his beer, and his spirits began to relax.

"No, it was an accident." Rounst patted his knee.

"But it's much better now, and the doctor said he'll be well in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to." Gold realized that he had guessed wrong and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, you are right about one thing, I am indeed a soldier, but I am now recuperating, and when I recover my health, I still have to return to the army." Rounst said with a firm expression.

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"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier, I can tell at a glance that you are a soldier, and this leg was also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured down most of his beer, and his spirits began to relax.

"No, it was an accident." Rounst patted his knee.

"But it's much better now, and the doctor said he'll be well in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to." Gold realized that he had guessed wrong and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, you are right about one thing, I am indeed a soldier, but I am now recuperating, and when I recover my health, I still have to return to the army." Rounst said with a firm expression.

"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier, I can tell at a glance that you are a soldier, and this leg was also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured down most of his beer, and his spirits began to relax.

"No, it was an accident." Rounst patted his knee.

"But it's much better now, and the doctor said he'll be well in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to." Gold realized that he had guessed wrong and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, you are right about one thing, I am indeed a soldier, but I am now recuperating, and when I recover my health, I still have to return to the army." Rounst said with a firm expression.

"Mr. Scott, you used to be a soldier, I can tell at a glance that you are a soldier, and this leg was also injured on the battlefield." Gold poured down most of his beer, and his spirits began to relax.

"No, it was an accident." Rounst patted his knee.

"But it's much better now, and the doctor said he'll be well in a few months."

"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to." Gold realized that he had guessed wrong and quickly apologized to the other party.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, you are right about one thing, I am indeed a soldier, but I am now recuperating, and when I recover my health, I still have to return to the army." Rounst said with a firm expression.

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