"That's right, who am I? I'm the super invincible lucky star!" Zhang Lang said in a stinky fart.

Facing Zhang Lang's boast, Taoist Master Qingyuan nodded with a smile and said in agreement: "The wolf cub's luck is indeed deep, especially after occupying the leading position of luck, luck will become deeper and deeper!"

Zhang Lang smiled, raised his eyebrows at Tang Feifei, and teased: "How is it, senior brother is amazing, right? The master praises me for being lucky! If you marry me in the future, you can wait and enjoy your happiness!"

Taoist Master Qingyuan gently patted Zhang Lang's head and taught a lesson: "Boy! What do you show? You must know that luck is impermanent. People who practice Taoism are the most important. You should have a tiger in your heart. You should walk on thin ice when doing things. Don't be arrogant and lose your luck."

"Yes, I know the master!" Zhang Lang and Tang Feifei replied respectfully.

"Yeah!" Taoist Principal Qingyuan nodded with satisfaction, "Wolf cub, come back from looking for a few jars of old wine. I'll give your father a pair of medicinal wine! Within more than a month, your father's illness will be cured and his health will go further!"

Taoist Master Qingyuan is not a pedantic person. Since this tiger is dead, it is just right to treat diseases and save people, and it is also a place for things.

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Lang hurriedly thanked. His father's body has always been a ill in his heart, and now he finally no longer has to worry about his father's illness.

"Okay, give me the tiger cubs and go down the mountain quickly. Everyone at the foot of the mountain is waiting in a hurry!" Taoist Master Qingyuan took the tiger and ordered Zhang Lang to go down the mountain.

Although Taoist Master Qingyuan is usually very calm, he is very concerned about his disciples' affairs. These days, he often goes down the mountain to check the newly built courtyard in Zhanglang, for fear that the craftsmen will make mistakes and leave hidden dangers.

Therefore, I was very pleased that Zhang Lang had done something recently. With Master Qingyuan's cultivation, I couldn't help but feel proud of what his disciples did.

"I understand, master! I'll go down the mountain now."

In front of Taoist Qingyuan, Zhang Lang couldn't say anything numb to Tang Feifei, so he could only blink at her and turn down the mountain.

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As soon as Zhang Lang walked into the village, he was discovered. With the sound of Uncle Lang coming back, he was surrounded.

Everyone gathered around Zhang Lang and greeted him in a mess.

"Uncle Wolf is back, have you eaten?"

"The wolf is back!"

"The wolf cub is back! Haven't you eaten yet?"

Has the meal been eaten? It is the simplest greeting for Chinese people.

Zhang Lang responded one by one, wondering when he was so popular.

Although we were very popular in the village before, it was not so exaggerated! The whole village came out to greet us.

"Wolf cub! Why did you come back? Your grandpa and the others have been waiting for you for a long time." The third uncle appeared in time and helped Zhang Lang relieve the siege.

"My grandpa is here?" Zhang Lang guessed in his heart, what's going on. It's normal for grandpa to come, but it's a bit abnormal when he waits for several hours.

"Hurry up! We're waiting for you. If you don't come, they can't even eat!" the third uncle urged.

Yes, Zhang Lang quickly thought that it might be for the matter of joining the village, but there is no need to be so anxious! In order to wait, he doesn't even eat.

Because of the delay on the road, I went to the mountain again. When Zhang Lang returned to the village, it was already dark.

Grandpa Zhang Lang and his friends must not be able to wait in the village committee. When the in-laws came, Zhang Lang's grandfather came in person to receive him, and everyone gathered at Grandpa Zhang Lang's house.

Zhang Lang usually seems to be quite old in the village. Now that he has entered his grandfather’s house, the whole room is older than his.

Not to mention him, even the third uncle and the fourth uncle have become the ones serving the bureau.

As a junior, Zhang Lang greeted everyone respectfully when he entered the door.

Finally, he looked at grandpa and complained: "Grandpa, if you have something to do, just let someone pass on a message, why are you here in person?"

Grandpa Zhang Lang said happily: "Haha! Grandpa is still walking. I haven't drunken wine with my in-laws for a long time. I just took this opportunity to have a good drink with your grandpa!"

Grandpa Zhang Lang smiled and greeted him, "Wolf cub, haven't eaten yet, right? Sit down and eat something first and make your stomach."

"Yeah!" Zhang Lang agreed, picked up the chopsticks and ate them hard.

The patriarchs of several nearby villages have taken action in person. It must be for the matter of joining the village. I still don’t know how many lawsuits to be filed later.

I'd better eat enough first, and then I'll be able to argue with them later.

The patriarchs of several villages seemed to be in a hurry. They watched Zhang Lang happily eat wildly, clinking glasses with each other from time to time, and siping old wine.

Zhang Lang was also polite to them. After eating for a while, he picked up a bowl of old wine and poured it down.

Well, it’s a good old wine made from pure grains from Zhaojiabao.

Let’s talk about the matter of the village later. It’s rare to have the opportunity, so I will solve the problem of Laojiu first.

"Grandpa Zhao, I want to ask you for something."

The old patriarch of Zhaojiabao put down his wine glass and said very generously: "Haha, wolf cub, you have called Grandpa Zhao, you have to ask for it! Let's say anything, what Grandpa Zhao can do will satisfy you!"

"Grandpa Zhao, you also know my dad's health. My master has prescribed a prescription. It takes ten years of old wine to make medicine." Zhang Lang was not polite to him and said his request directly.

"Ten years old wine?" The old patriarch of Zhaojiabao frowned, stroked his beard, and repeated.

"Wolf cub, you really stumped Grandpa Zhao. There is really no wine for the past ten years. You also know that in which era, everyone has no intention of making wine!" The old patriarch of Zhaojiabao asked in a little embarrassed manner.

It’s not that he is reluctant to give Zhang Lang the old wine that he has been reluctant to give to him ten years old, but there is really no one.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, natural disasters continued across the country, especially from 1959 to 1961, a nationwide large grain shortage.

After 62 years, although the country solved the problem of food shortage, it could only fill its stomach, so there was no excess grain to make wine.

A few years after the food shortage ended, 1966 then entered the darkest decade of turmoil in New China.

Everyone has no intention of growing food, so they have no intention of making wine.

Although I was a little disappointed, I could understand it. I was about to say that it was okay to have three years and two years.

The next words of the Old Master Zhao made Zhang Lang ecstatic, "There are no ten years of old people, and there are still a few mortars in the thirty years of old people! I don't know if it is suitable for use."

The old patriarch of Zhaojiabao has invested a lot of money. The wine that has been old for thirty years is definitely a treasure at the bottom of the box.

This is not the kind of blended thirty-year-old wine, it is the real pulp wine that has been hidden in the cave for thirty years.

If you blend wine, even in this era of conscience, one jar can blend one hundred jars and thirty years of age in one jar.
Chapter completed!