Half of the meat pie was baked. Zhang Lang's father finished work and went home. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "The meat pie is baked!? I said I could smell the fragrance from a distance!"

"father!"

"His father is back. What's going on outside? Why is there such a big stir? What's the good thing in the village?"

"Ask your good son!" Zhang's father did not answer and pointed at Zhang Lang with a smile.

"Wolf cub?"

"This time I went to the county town and exchanged wild boars for some daily necessities. They are sharing the things! Our family also has them, and they can be delivered to you in a while." Zhang Lang explained with a smile.

"The wolf cub is capable. Let your father burn the fire quickly. Go and bring meat pies to your grandfather." Zhang's mother praised and told Zhang Lang to give meat pies to her parents-in-law.

Seeing my mother looking at her father, she showed a strong tenderness, and she smiled and joked: "Okay, I think I'm in trouble, I'm leaving!"

"This naughty child..." Zhang's mother smiled and hit Zhang Lang.

"Let's go!" Zhang Lang laughed and found a basket to put the meat pie on.

"Come back quickly and wait for you to have dinner." Zhang's mother shouted from behind.

"I understand!" Zhang Lang waved his hand without looking back.

When I arrived at my grandfather's house, several old men had already started drinking, "Grandpa, Grandpa Duan, some old men should not just drink, come and try my mother's skills first."

"Oh! The fourth girl is skillful and quick. You all try it. Brother Qi probably hasn't tried it before." Zhang Lang's grandfather smiled and picked up a meat pie and took a bite, greeting everyone.

"Don't say it, I've never tasted the meat pie made by Si Nizi, so I'll try it too!" Grandpa Zhang Lang said as he took out a meat pie and took a bite.

Several other old men also picked up the meat pie and started eating it. They praised it while eating, "Brother Fukuyama, you are so lucky. With such a filial daughter-in-law, this skill is good! It's really good!"

"Big Head Brother, I have a good daughter."

"Yeah! It's delicious, with pork and green onion stuffing, it's not greasy at all."

"Grandpa, Grandpa Duan, some old men, eat slowly, there are still a lot of people here, drink less wine."

Zhang Lang handed the basket to the wife of the third brother Zhang Anqin, "Sister-in-law, try your fifth aunt's skills too. Don't let the old men drink too much. If they don't listen, you go and call us milk."

"I know, my father told me that Aunt Wu's craftsmanship is really good. I will ask Aunt Wu to learn another day."

"Okay! Anyway, your fifth aunt is fine at home all day. You're leaving!"

When I got home, my godmother came back, and the whole family sat on the kang for dinner.

"Wolf cub, Professor Wen also wants to settle down in our village. Can you do it?" Godmother asked softly while having dinner.

"This is a good thing! A good thing that cannot be asked for. I went back to him and told him to go. Like Professor Liu, I will give a house, including furniture, all of which will be solved by the village." Zhang Lang didn't think much about it and replied happily.

"By the way, if his family is willing to come here, they will also be given a household registration. I will tell your godmother, don't look at our village now, and wait for next year, and you will check it out and keep it for a city household registration without changing it."

"How come you, a child, are you a village chief? You don't care about your subordinates at all. Professor Wen is only alone. His wife has passed away long ago and has no children." Zhang's mother glanced at her godmother and blamed her with a smile.

Zhang Lang didn't notice the atmosphere on the dining table and continued, "Ah?! I really don't know this. Mom, you also know that during this period, the village was in trouble, and I was so busy that I was dizzy. How could I care about this!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm full. Dad, mom, godmother, you eat slowly. I'll go up the mountain first." Zhang Lang put the bowl and touched his mouth and said.

"Slow down the road." Zhang's mother explained behind her.

Not long after he walked out of the house, he was stopped by Professor Wen, "Oh, Professor Wen, did you eat?"

"Wolf cub! I ate it, I ate it." Professor Wen said with a smile.

I saw that Professor Wen had something to say, "Is there anything to ask me for? By the way, I heard from my godmother that you want to settle down in Xilongzhuang. I welcome you with both hands and feet. Like Professor Liu, there is a set of courtyard houses and a full set of furniture. What conditions do you have? Let's try to satisfy them when you say it."

"Enough, enough! Just have a house! What I want to tell you is another thing." Professor Wen said a little moved and embarrassedly.

"This... is my godmother and I. Look at my wife died early, and I didn't leave me a man or a woman. Your godmother is also alone. We both want to take another step forward, look..." Professor Wen finished speaking, looking at Zhang Lang carefully, afraid that he would disagree.

"Go ahead one more step?" Zhang Lang didn't understand for a moment.

"Ah! What are your opinions?" Professor Wen looked at Zhang Lang nervously.

"Ah?!" Zhang Lang finally understood, "Does my godmother agree?"

"Your godmother agrees, just because she is worried that you don't agree."

Zhang Lang said happily: "What do I disagree with? This is a good thing. Youdao is the companion of a young couple in old age. My godmother has a good home. I am too happy! How could I disagree?"

Zhang Lang was really happy. He took his godmother over and wanted to make her happy. What else is better than finding another wife?

No matter how well Zhang Lang takes care of her, she cannot resolve the loneliness in her godmother's heart. After all, Zhang Lang cannot accompany her every day.

"Let's go, let's go to the village committee." Zhang Lang pulled Professor Wen to the village committee and left.

"Why do you do?" Professor Wen asked in confusion.

"I will choose a house for you, and I will arrange someone to start building a house for you tomorrow... I will cover all the furniture, quilts, pots and pans, etc."

"Goudan! Go and call your fourth and third grandpa over here. I'll wait for them in the village committee." Zhang Lang grabbed Goudan who was passing by and ordered.

"Professor Wen, let me tell you. Let my master take care of you. Maybe I can hold my son next year." Zhang Lang said while walking.

"Really?!" Professor Wen was not calm. What Chinese people value was that there are three kinds of unfilial piety, and having no descendants was the greatest.

Having no children has always been a heart-wrenching problem for him.

"This matter can fool you. Look, you are in your fifties and my godmother is only in her forties. It's okay to take care of her health."

"That's a good relationship, that's a good relationship!" Professor Wen kept muttering.

When he arrived at the village committee, Zhang Lang lit the lights, took out the planning map of the new village and placed it on the table.

"Come on, Professor Wen, come and take a look. I will take a look at the trick. I will arrange someone to set up a house for you first."

"It's fine, just have a place to live." As he said, Professor Wen lay on the table and began to choose carefully.

Houses have unusual meanings for Chinese people. Houses are the foundation of homes. Only with houses can one have a home. No matter how dilapidated or luxurious the family is, it can be seen that the ancients put home first.
Chapter completed!