Zhang Lang looked at Tang Weiwei in surprise. He had never heard of such a saying.

"What you said is wrong. It should be my sister-in-law's butt, half that of my brother-in-law." After that, Zhang Lang wanted to slap himself, so why did I tell her this?

"My butt is half yours? I think they said that, forget it, forget it! Anyway, it means the same! Since you admit it, then the good things you bought for my sister in the future, as well as clothes, etc., must be half the good things you bought for me!" Tang Weiwei pinched her waist and announced to Zhang Lang.

OK, Zhang Lang admitted that he was dirty and had a wrong thought.

He never expected that Tang Weiwei actually understood the relationship between her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law in this way, which was also considered a new explanation for her brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Tang Feifei gave Zhang Lang an apologetic look, and she felt that her sister was a little too nonsense.

Zhang Lang felt in his heart that the purity and flawlessness of women in this era.

I guess these words were heard by Tang Weiwei when she went to the countryside, and then she added her own understanding.

Zhang Lang was really curious. It has to be said that such a simple girl, a educated youth who went to the countryside, could actually come back intact.

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When she returned to the Tang family, her mother-in-law was very happy to see Zhang Lang.

"Mom, this is the cosmetics I bought for you! Do you want to use them together?" Zhang Lang bought the set of Kristen Dior's cosmetics that Tang Feifei had liked.

Tang Feifei and Tang Weiwei don’t need it, but the mother-in-law can use it!

"You kid, you spend money indiscriminately!" Ye Shuxian complained, took the cosmetics, but her face was filled with joy.

"Mom, look, is the bag my brother-in-law bought for me beautiful? This is what I chose myself!" Tang Weiwei began to show her own gains like Ye Shuxian.

"How could you ask your brother-in-law for something so expensive?" Ye Shuxian scolded with a dark face.

"Mom, it's okay, it didn't cost much! I bought you one too." Zhang Lang took out a bag from a large pile of packaging bags and handed it to Ye Shuxian.

Ye Shuxian took the bag and didn't know what to say.

She is not a woman with long hair and short knowledge. A rough estimate is that the pile of things Zhang Lang bought cost more than 20,000 yuan.

Ye Shuxian was numb and was really unable to scold Zhang Lang for spending money indiscriminately.

Her monthly salary is only more than 60 yuan. With her current salary, she can't afford to save money for her whole life.

Forget it, don’t think about it, just take what your son-in-law gives it to you! Anyway, the son-in-law is half a son, so it’s worth spending his money.

After thinking it through, Ye Shuxian became happy. This son-in-law is so filial that she has not forgotten herself when she buys things for her daughter.

"We can't spend so much money in the future. We have to save money even if we have money. We can't spend money so much." Ye Shuxian explained.

After accepting Zhang Lang's things, Ye Shuxian patted her forehead, got up and took out a note and handed it to Zhang Lang, "By the way, in the afternoon, Director Niu from the police station came to find you. If you are not here, he left a phone number."

"Oh! I'll call him back." Seeing the time, the police shouldn't get off work so early, Zhang Lang stood up and said.

“There is a telephone booth at the entrance of the alley.”

"I understand, mom!" Zhang Lang's words became easier to speak.

"Brother-in-law, I'll go with you!" Tang Weiwei was a little attached to Zhang Lang and jumped up to follow her.

"Come back, what are you going to do?" Ye Shuxian glared and scolded.

When Zhang Lang left, Ye Shuxian began to educate her youngest daughter.

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Zhang Lang didn't know all this. He arrived at the phone booth at the intersection, handed over the money, and started dialing.

After a few sounds, the phone went on, "Hey! Is Director Niu here?"

"I am, who are you?"

"Brother Niu! I am Zhang Lang! I heard my mother-in-law say you are looking for me?"

"Yes! What I said yesterday was done, but the price was a bit expensive. No. 129 people would not sell it if they were less than 50,000 yuan. The Dengcao Hutong also agreed to you for 12,000 yuan." Director Niu said embarrassedly.

Zhang Lang was speechless. Why did it all mean this? How could such a price be said to be expensive?

"It's not expensive, not expensive at all. The 129th is well preserved and there is no need to repair it. You can stay in a place just by cleaning up. Brother Niu has made you worry. I'll invite you to drink afterwards!"

"It's good that you feel it's right. When you have time, I'll take you to go through the procedures."

"Thank you, Brother Niu! I have something to do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow! I will go to find you the morning after tomorrow."

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"Good luck comes...that good luck comes, good luck... brings joy and love, good luck comes...our good luck comes, facing good luck...that prosperity and prosperity all over the world..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Lang settled the bill and hummed a small song and returned to the Tang family.

The Tang family has a small house, so he and Tang Feifei can't even whisper. The key is that Tang Weiwei, a 100-worst light bulb, always wanders in front of two people.

In fact, if you think seriously, the housing conditions of the Tang family are much better than those of most people in Beijing.

The two large houses are divided into four small rooms, with a kitchen and a living room.

After dinner, Zhang Lang accompanied his father-in-law again. After chatting for a while, he said goodbye and left.

Back at the guesthouse, Zhang Lang started to do evening classes. This time he had not done evening classes for several days.

After calming down, Zhang Lang was surprised to find that there was a lot of power of faith.

Zhang Lang was a little puzzled. Where did he get so much faith power? Even if his statue was carved, he did not imprint his divine consciousness on the statue. Even if someone worshiped him, he would not receive it in the capital.

Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Zhang Lang carefully observed that these powers of faith were all from the villagers of Xilong Villa.

After reading the demands brought by the power of faith, Zhang Lang was a little amused and crying.

He didn't have time to care about the reason why he could be influenced by faith even when he was far away in the capital.

Zhang Lang had the urge to curse people. He was the land father-in-law, not the Guanyin, nor the Empress of the Pure Life. Why do you think you are begging me for a child?

Moreover, there are quite a lot of demands for a child. More than 60 out of the power of one hundred faiths are asking him to bless him with a boy.

I don’t even think about giving birth to a boy or a girl!

The power of faith with appeal is actually making a wish. Only by meeting the conditions of the prayer can this power of faith be reaped.

Of course, there is also pure power of faith, just like the power of faith of Zhang Langniang, godmother and grandma.

It is the pure golden power of faith without any impurities.

The power of faith that has demands is not pure, usually milky yellow, and the second is white.

Among these belief powers are Zhang Jianjun and his wife, who are quite pious and have reached a deep yellow color. I beg him to bless the next child to have a boy.

Zhang Lang understood that Zhang Jianjun had given birth to three daughters and had paid hundreds of fines alone.

This is the case in the countryside. If you can’t give birth to a boy at home, you can’t even raise your head when you walk on the street.

If you are interested in ignoring these demands, Zhang Lang suddenly thought of an article that he had read in later generations.

It is about how to have a boy with a high chance. He never thought about getting married and having children at that time, but he just gave a look. He didn't expect it to be very clear, as if it was printed in his mind.

Zhang Lang tentatively sorted out the content in the article and fed it back to all believers who were begging for children through the faith channel.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and there was no electricity in the countryside, and there were no other entertainment activities.

The only entertainment activity at night is to hug your wife and try hard.

Zhang Jianjun was lying on his wife and working hard to farm. While farming, he was muttering, "Uncle Wolf, Uncle Wolf, I will give birth to a handful this time."
Chapter completed!