"Yes, yes!" Zhang Lan greeted them with a smile and said to the two comrades, "Commanders, please come inside and have some water. You must be exhausted, right?"
"We're not commanders; you can just call us comrades," the older one named Xu Wangshan laughed and replied.
The other comrade was named Chen Yuan. He was only twenty years old this year, and he was tall and thin. He looked around with curious eyes.
Chen Yuan was born and raised in the city, so he was not too familiar with life in the villages.
He looked at the pigsty that had pigs inside, the vegetable garden on the side, the preserved meat hanging from the ceiling, and the rows of mushrooms with utmost curiosity.
Zhang Lan felt a little awkward but quickly poised herself. She still had a lot of enthusiasm on her face. "Have you two eaten breakfast yet? Why don't you eat something right here?"
