Lan Zhan's eyes widen a little at the newcomer but he knows he himself is not looking his most groomed. Perhaps the gentleman had also been farming. And perhaps sleeping outdoors.

He nods, adjusting his bucket of stalks as he walks through the shallow water to the edge before offering a proper bow in greeting.

"Did sir receive my message?" he asks, voice soft and low as he fights the urge to smooth his work robes out. "I am Lan Wangji of Gusu Lan. Am new to farming. First harvest."