Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,Because this Hao Ran is not that Hao Ran, he... comes from the 21st century where wild connections are as commonplace as dinner.,It wasn't because the sky was getting dark, but he...his stomach rumbled again.。