Erxiaofeng, a clever wife, stretched out the cutting board, spatula, soup pot, iron pot, chopsticks, rice bowls, and put them in different categories, but there was no grain of rice or vegetable in the house, but they couldn't make food.

He was outgoing by nature and was not afraid of being a child. He went out to ask the old man who lived on the second floor. In ten minutes, he walked down and said depressedly: "The nearest fast food restaurant has a McDonald's for half an hour. The nearest vegetable market is twenty minutes to drive." Sitting on the carpet, he sighed, "Damn it, it's really hard to move without a car. This is a ghost place in the United States!"

Lan Xiaofeng asked Jiang Zhihan, "When are you going to buy a car?"

Jiang Zhihan shrugged, "Look at the current situation, the faster the better. I think it's just this month."

Lan Xiaofeng showed no repulsion to the rich man. He happily patted Jiang Zhihan on the shoulder, "Brother, I'm counting on you." In the first semester, I probably can't buy a car."

Jiang Zhihan asked: "Tonight's supper?" Lan Xiaofeng said: "The senior brother upstairs said, "You can give me some rice, I will borrow a few more eggs, and we will just use egg fried rice to deal with it.

Jiang Zhihan was nodding, and someone knocked on the door.

When you have no car to travel, the messenger of the Lord is coming to save you.

When you are worried about supper, of course, the messenger of the Lord is the Lord.

When I opened the door, a half-bald middle-aged man, with a round face and a smile on his face, greeted them warmly, "Lan Xiaofeng and Jiang Zhihan, right? I'll have to come to have a dinner tonight."

Zi Xiaofeng was stunned, "It was organized by the Student Union?

The middle-aged man introduced himself as the pastor Quan, and said: "Today I am at the home of a church member. Both of them work and are very successful people. Today I specially invited everyone to dinner at home. They are also overseas students. If you have any questions, please ask me carefully."

Lan Xiaofeng looked back at Jiang Zhihan considerately, and Jiang Zhihan frowned.

Pastor Quan continued: "After eating, I drove everyone to Walmart to purchase some daily necessities. It was only after I got here that some things were not very convenient.

Lan Xiaofeng was very moved when he heard this. He brought the whole house, but forgot to bring the paper to wipe his butt.

In order to wipe the paper from Lan Xiaofeng's butt, Jiang Zhihan and him got into Pastor Quan's car and went to Mr. Fang's house. A two-story, four-bedroom and one-living house can be called a single-door villa in China. Here it is called Laobishan.

Mr. Fang was wearing glasses and looked gentle and kind. Mrs. Fang was short and capable, but she didn't seem to be very pitiful, and was wearing very old-looking clothes. The couple's three children were all upstairs, and the living room downstairs was already crowded with people. There were about thirteen or fourteen new students this year, half of which were met by Jiang Zhihan at the airport. Zhuang Jiarong, who looked like a vixen, was not among them. The somewhat cold-blooded girl in glasses sat on the sand.

What the Fang family entertained everyone was just pizza and fried chicken wings bought from takeout, Yangzhou fried rice and hot and sour soup made from our own home, plus the vegetable salads and Coca-Cola I bought, and the variety was quite complete.

Jiang Zhihan now has much more social experience than ordinary undergraduates and graduate students. Based on basic politeness, he first helped Lan Xiaofeng, who was busy with dinner, walked over and greeted Mr. Fang, and thanked them very politely for the reception.

Mrs. Fang smiled appropriately, "We are very happy to do this. The Lord said, help others and you can also be happy. We are now more and more able to experience such happiness. I hope that one day you young people can join us."

Jiang Zhihan smiled, nodded slightly, turned around and took the disposable plate to serve the meal.

Nearly twenty people stayed in the house, and it looked very crowded, with the sand and chairs full of people. Jiang Zhihan found a corner and stood up, holding his own paper plate to eat, which contained a slice of pizza, two taels of fried rice, a little vegetable salad and two spicy chicken wings.

Lan Xiaofeng socialized around, returned to him, and said to Jiang Zhihan, "What? The girl wearing glasses? The one I saw at the airport. Did you see the a little arrogant one?"

Jiang Zhihan glanced at him, "Aren't you determined to return to your country to move?"

Lan Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Just know how to know, I am the second one in the department to win the silver medal in physics. Everyone is wondering why she came to me. But they also mentioned that there is a professor of solid physics, an academician of the American Academy of Sciences, a famous academician of their vocation. The future is promising, and her name is Fei Wenjing."

Jiang Zhihan was a little funny, "You guy" asked very carefully."

After a while, everyone finished their meal. Jiang Zhihan took the initiative to help clean the table based on the principle of not receiving any rewards. The Fang couple did not refuse. Most of the freshmen sat there, and a few looked at him strangely. Many people had heard of this guy who came to study abroad at his own expense in half a day, but they didn't expect that they would come to have a free meal like everyone.

Because we use disposable tableware, it is very convenient to pack it up. Putting the remaining items into the refrigerator, Pastor Quan cleared his throat and said, "After a while, we will go to Walmart to shop. While there is some time at this time, I suggest "Let's listen to a story."

What story? Of course it is the Lord of the Bible,

Jiang Zhihan was slightly surprised. This was too urgent, right? The technique seemed to be not smooth enough.

Suggestions? A bunch of freshmen without cars seems to have no other choice except staying here.

Beside him, Lan Xiaofeng murmured in a low voice, "There is never a free lunch in this world, and there will be no free late quilts." Amitabha!"

Jiang Zhihan was happy, this guy was really interesting.

Everyone changed the battlefield to the living room. Some of them sat on the sand, and more of them sat on the carpet. The whole pastor solemnly took out the Bible. On his side, the Fang couple each held a book in their hands.

Pastor Quan put on his glasses, "Please turn to page 248,"

The freshmen have six or seven Bibles in their hands, but not everyone has them. Pastor Quan said: "Jesus came to this settlement area and someone asked him," he said.

Jiang Zhihan lowered his eyes and looked at the floor.

What was he doing on the first day of Qingda? By the way, after dinner, he was wandering around the campus alone, and his heart always felt familiar. On the first night of studying abroad, it was amazing. He sat in the house of a stranger, listening to a pastor chanting scriptures and talking about Jesus Christ.

Life is really fun!

At ten o'clock, the sermon was finally over.

Objectively speaking, the pastor’s eloquence is also divided into different levels. The pastor is definitely inferior. His preaching lacks the omissions and the magic of letting yourself first and then others believe it. Of course, if you have been on a plane for more than ten hours overnight and need to adjust the jet lag, it is generally difficult to concentrate on listening to the story of our Lord.

From a marketing perspective, the choice of this time is slightly bad.

A few months later, Jiang Zhihan and Lao Gong of Solid Physics talked about this feeling. Lao Gong commented that they were actually a dilemma. The Chinese people do not have a religious cultural background. If you don’t take advantage of your lack of car and get into it, you will not have to expect it until we become old men like this.

At 10:45, three cars driven by Pastor Quan and the Fang family arrived at Tyerma. In the United States, Walmart, which sells vegetables and meat, is called Walmart of grade Walmart, and is usually of a relatively large scale.

It was late at night, and there were few customers in Walmart. Twenty Chinese people suddenly rushed in, which made Jiang Zhihan suddenly have some strange associations, as if a special force suddenly entered the heart of the enemy and unexpectedly occupied the other party's headquarters.

Walking under the bright incandescent lamp of Wal-Mart, the wide fungus tray was empty. Jiang Zhihan absent-mindedly threw all kinds of things into the cart: milk, cereals, bread, napkins, vegetables, and boxed meat. Jiang Zhihan told Lan Xiaofeng that since he had stayed there for a few days, he would not pay the room fee and buy daily necessities by himself. Lan Xiaofeng was a concubine who was so happy that he did not refute too much to him.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, it was the afternoon in China. Jiang Zhihan, who had a big sleep on the plane, had no sleep at all. In this small town in central America, Jiang Zhihan experienced his first day of American life, planes, missionary, Walmart,

After a while, Lan Xiaofeng ran over excitedly and said with a smile: "I found it, found it."

Jiang Zhihan looked over and he held the eight-tube-piece "wiping the butt paper!
Chapter completed!