"You are busy! I'll go see the yew I've planted in Qian!" Professor Wen said a word and turned around and left the greenhouse.

Professor Wen really couldn't stay anymore. He had the urge to grab Zhang Lang's clothes and curse, "You are insulting science! Are you fucking yew? Or are you fucking corn?"

Professor Wen was angry. Zhang Lang was completely a trick to grow corn. He digs a hole in ten centimeters and puts two to three seeds in the hole.

Of course, Zhang Lang didn't know what Professor Wen was thinking. Even if he knew it, at most he would be Xiaoxiao.

Can he tell Professor Wen that the seeds that had just been planted have already begun to sprout?

In Zhang Lang's words, nothing can be solved by a ray of incense. If there is one, then two rays will come. If it is really not good, you still have the power of faith and the light of merit.

In Zhang Lang's view, the incense energy is a panacea oil. It can be turned into spiritual energy for Zhang Lang to practice, it can also become a nutrient to nourish the soul, and it can also wash away the body and make the body transparent and dirty.

Let animals and plants evolve and promote the development and growth of animals and plants. These are all pediatrics for incense.

Zhang Lang did not simply bury the seeds into the soil. In a place where Professor Wen could not see it, Zhang Lang mobilized the ground power to nourish the yew seeds that had just been buried in the soil, and gave birth to yew seeds, allowing it to sprout quickly. If Zhang Lang had not carefully controlled the growth of yew and allowed it to grow, the buds of the yew seeds could be unearthed.

"Director, the teacher in the city said I'm good at singing. Do you think I want to be a singer?" As soon as Professor Wen left, the woman working in the greenhouse was relieved. A woman smiled at Zhang Lang.

"I think it's OK! Changhe family, why don't you sing one for us? Let me appreciate the style of future singers in advance?" Zhang Lang teased with a smile.

"Yes! Sister-in-law, sing one to the director! If the director thinks it is good, he might really praise you as a singer!" Changhe's sister-in-law continued with a smile.

This greenhouse was contracted by Changhe's wife and several sisters-in-law. There were also a large group of women from Yang Haoming's family, the contractor of the greenhouse for planting yew.

Three women play together, and more than a dozen women gather together, that is a good show.

"Director, I'm singing? Can you really make me a singer?"

"Okay, no problem. As long as your parents have no objection, I will send you to Xiangjiang to be a big singer!" Zhang Lang said with a smile.

"Really?" Changhe's wife's eyes shone and she asked with longing.

"What do you think? Plant your land well! If I send you to Xiangjiang, will your family Changhe fight to the death?" Zhang Lang gave Changhe's wife a blank look in anger.

"He dares!" Changhe's wife glared at her, trying to show that she was in charge of the family, but suddenly she thought that when she was in the greenhouse, her mother-in-law was also there, and she was immediately deflated and stopped talking.

"I tell you, those singers are not that easy to behave. Although they make a lot of money and are very glorious, you can't see the hardships they suffer behind their backs! It's all a trivial matter to accompany rich people to drink! In the past, the opera singers were called actors, and their status was similar to those of prostitutes, and now the singers are similar. These singers are all a group of pitiful people!

You guys! Just sing and singing on weekdays to cultivate your mood. Forget it, you should forget it if you are a singer!" Zhang Lang gave them a vaccination, for fear that someone would be unable to think about it, and would leave his husband and son and run out to be a singer. That would be a joke.

"Oh! I didn't expect to be a singer to be so miserable! I also thought that being a singer would make more money and send my Wangwang to the city to study in the future!"

"I said Changhe's wife, don't be dissatisfied. What's wrong with our village? You don't know how many people outside envy our village and how many girls want to marry into our village! I tell you, you go to Xiangjiang to be a singer, and your family will dare to kick you and find another one! Do you believe it?" Yang Haoming's wife couldn't help but speak for her brother.

Yang Haoming's wife's family belongs to the Tian family. She is not far from Tian Changhe, but is a cousin. Although Changhe's wife was not very happy when she saw her sister-in-law talking, she didn't say anything anymore. She knew that this was the truth.

"Hey! Changhe family, didn't you say to sing a song for us? Sing it quickly. Although you can't send you to Xiangjiang to be a singer, if you sing it so well, this director will still be rewarded!" Zhang Lang changed the topic.

“What reward?”

"How about giving you a bottle of Monkey Wine?" Zhang Lang pointed to Changhe's wife as a good move to drink, and most people in the village could not drink her.

"Okay! Then I'll sing Teresa Teng's "Story of the Small Town" for you!" As soon as I heard that I was rewarded with a bottle of Monkey Wine, Changhe's wife immediately felt energetic.

If you want to say that the villagers of Xilong Villa have more knowledge than most Chinese people in this era. The video tapes of the movies and TV series brought back from Xiangjiang and a large number of song tapes have made these women in the mountain village, although they have never been to big cities, they really have no less knowledge than those in big cities.

“There are many stories in the small town

Full of joy and joy

If you come to the small town

A lot of harvest

It looks like a painting

Listen like a song

The realm of life is true, good and beautiful.

Talk about what to say

The story of the small town is really good

Please come with your friends

Come to visit the small town

Talk about what to say

The story of the small town is really good

Please come with your friends”

"Okay! The singing is really good! It tastes like Teresa Teng!" Zhang Lang praised with a smile, "I got off work in the evening, and I went to my house to get the monkey wine!"

"Director! Director! Please answer when you hear it!" Changhe's wife was about to express her gratitude when the walkie-talkie that Zhang Lang was holding onto her waist rang.

"I'm here! What's the matter?"

"Secretary Pang is here! Secretary Pang is here!"

"I understand! Go back now!" After saying that, Zhang Lang put away the walkie-talkie.

"You guys are busy! I'll leave first!" Zhang Lang, Changhe's wife and others said, and turned around and left the greenhouse.

"Director walks slowly!"

"Director, please leave with confidence! We are in the greenhouse!" Changhe's wife shouted from behind.

Zhang Lang was stunned. Can this bear girl speak? What does it mean to leave with confidence?

Zhang Lang was too lazy to argue with them, so he waved his hand and walked out.

"Haha! Squad Leader Pang, why don't you make a phone call before coming?" Zhang Lang walked into the village committee's residence room with a loud laugh.

"What phone call? Xilong Villa is like my parents' home to me! Why don't you welcome me to come or why? Let me tell you, I'm here today to ask for the account!" Panpin Pang laughed and stretched out his hands to hold it with Zhang Lang.

Another middle-aged man with a little bald face in the reception room was stunned. What is the situation?

Secretary Pang actually stretched out his hands to shake hands with Director Zhang?
Chapter completed!