"What else is there?" Zhang Lang was stunned for a moment and asked quickly.

"The Liu family, Liu Hailang and Liu Haichao fought to make a living to earn their father! The family law was implemented by the old man of the Liu family! His legs were all discounted!"

"Are they so filial? Can they fight for their father? Wait, earn their father? What about them, who are paralyzed in bed?" Zhang Lang suddenly remembered something.

"The problem is here. This is not that as more and more houses are built in the village, more villagers have applied for separation. Liu Hailang and Liu Haichao have also separated. I don't know how they discussed it. Parents raise one by one, so they all want their father and not paralyzed mother!"

"Damn it! I deserve to discount their legs!" Zhang Lang cursed fiercely. He hated such an unfilial ungrateful wolf the most.

"The problem is that Liu Hailang and Liu Haifeng's wife went to the town to sue the old man of the Liu family! People from the police station wanted to take Mr. Liu away, but the Liu family almost rioted. In the end, it was Squad Leader Pang and Sun Jianguo who did not take Mr. Liu away. Several old men said to make peace. Liu Hailang and Liu Haifeng's wife agreed to settle the matter privately. Mr. Liu compensated them for three thousand yuan each!"

"I've turned them back!" Zhang Lang was furious, "Wait, wait, wait for me to come back, see how I deal with them!"

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The next morning, Zhang Lang got on the plane to Beijing.

It’s not that I don’t want to fly directly to Bincheng, but that I don’t have a flight to Bincheng and can only transfer to Beijing.

When he arrived in the capital, Zhang Lang did not rush to take the train, but instead found a taxi and headed straight to the railway art troupe.

Good luck! Hou Yaowen did not go down to show his condolences.

"Master Hou San!" Zhang Lang smiled and bowed to Master Hou San.

"Director Zhang! You are laughing at me! How dare I call you a master in front of you! Those are all jokes from my peers!" Hou Yaowen politely said.

"Haha! Brother Hou! I won't go to the Three Treasures Hall today!"

"Ha...Ha! This is a good name! Then I will call you Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang has something to do, please speak!" Hou Yaowen said with a laugh.

"I wonder if there is any teacher in our art troupe who sings Henan Opera?"

"Yes! Why, Brother Zhang is thinking......"

"I want to invite a few Henan opera teachers to the village to sing Henan opera for a few days!"

"Why just sing Henan Opera? Do you want anything else? I can apply for it for you and then go to your village to do a condolence performance!" Hou Yaowen suggested enthusiastically.

"No! That's the case..." Zhang Lang told Hou Yaowen about his village, "I just need a few Yu Opera teachers who can sing the wall-to-mouth! I asked the Yu Opera master to block their door and sing the wall-to-mouth for a week!"

This is the solution Zhang Lang thought of on the plane. I won’t beat you or scold you!

I will ask someone to sing a wall story in front of your door, I see how thick you are!

"High! It's really high! Brother Zhang, your move is so high! You are even more cruel than hitting someone!" Hou Yaowen laughed and gave Zhang Lang a thumbs up.

"I have no choice! After all, we are a society ruled by law, right? Beating people is illegal, so I, the village director, must set an example!" Zhang Lang smiled.

"Okay! No problem! For such unfilial people, we should treat them hard!" Hou Yaowen slapped the table hard, "However, you don't need to find these Henan Opera singers from our troupe! I'll introduce you to a few more people! They are professional Henan Opera troupes! They sing much better than those in our troupe!"

"Okay! As long as you sing Henan Opera, it's fine! If it really doesn't work, Shandong Bangzi can do it too!" Zhang Lang smiled.

Under Hou Yaowen's leadership, Zhang Lang met the Henan Opera Troupe mentioned by Hou Yaowen in a dilapidated courtyard.

There are eight people in the Henan Opera Troupe, and the leader is an old artist in his fifties surnamed Gao!

Hou Yaowen said Zhang Lang’s request, and Captain Gao patted his chest and agreed. It doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not. Just keep in mind the food and sing as long as you let the song last.

After finding the people, Zhang Lang did not delay the capital. He refused Hou Yaowen's retention and took the Henan Opera Troupe to board the train to Liao Province that day.

After leaving nothing all the way, Zhang Lang arranged for the Henan Opera Troupe to have a meal and rest.

No matter how anxious you are, you won’t be on this day.

After settling down the people from the Henan Opera Troupe, Zhang Lang and his mother said, went out, greeted the villagers along the way, and came to the village committee.

"Director Zhang, you are back. If you don't come back, the village will be in chaos!" Seeing Zhang Lang coming back, the people from the village committee found their backbone.

"I've heard of it all!"

"Oh, wolf cub! What do you think of this? My second brother's family is still making trouble and refuses to be buried. Let the village give me an explanation!" The fourth uncle's hair has turned much whiter in the past few days.

"Nothing! If you have anything to do, you can sit down and talk. The second uncle still needs to be buried first!" Zhang Lang was really popular!

"I advised me too, and the old man also spoke, but brothers Anqing refused to listen!"

"I understand! I'm back for this matter! Fourth uncle, leave this matter to me!"

"Wolf cub! You are back! Just right! You have to make the decision on this matter for your second uncle! Your second uncle is wronged!" Zhang Anqing and his brothers ran over to ask him for an explanation when they heard Zhang Lang coming back.

"Yes! The second uncle died injustice! But why did the second uncle die? Don't you know what it is?

Xiao Si! Fourth Brother! You still have the face to say that your father was wronged! I think the second uncle was so angry that you were so angry!" Zhang Lang shouted loudly without waiting for Zhang Anqing to say more.

After scolding Zhang Lang, he asked, "Okay! Don't you want to say something? OK! Let me explain it to you! Let me tell you! What do you want to do? Let Zhao Guanglin pay the second uncle's life? Or something else!"

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Zhang Lang stopped Zhang Anqing by asking a series of rebellious questions.

They just thought about it in their hearts and knew that it was impossible.

After all, they are all simple mountain men. They just hold their breath and can't swallow it. As for what to do, they don't know.

"That can't be so cheap!" The boss Zhang Anqing said noddedly.

"Let him put mourning on my father!" Xiao Si stood up and said.

"No problem! Wear mourning clothes! Yes! This is also in accordance with the rules! I agreed! Are there any other requests?" Zhang Lang agreed without thinking.

"Let him lose money! Ten thousand is too little! We want...50,000!" The second son Zhang Anke said gritting his teeth.

"Yes! If he wants to pay money, he will have to pay at least 50,000!" The third brother Zhang Anquan also expressed his opinion.
Chapter completed!