Mixed outside for a few years, modern Chinese over the eighth level, now this society, dry, father and father, dry, daughter and dry, daughter, this is not a meaning.

Zhang Hao thought that he had not been trivial to that extent, but always felt uncomfortable, if it was the daughter of others, but this is the daughter of Uncle Wang, after a few years, the little daughter became a little beauty, he is also the golden stage of the man's early 30s, with his immortal temperament, the little beauty can't hold, if something ugly, he has no face to face Wang Uncle.

"Uncle Wang is an elder, I dare to be your daughter's work.Zhang Hao quickly pushed.

"What is the confusion, if you really want to count the generations of learning craftsmanship, I should also call you uncle."

Wang Dequan did not read any books, the craft of the body is a family legend, the traditional set is very superstitious, three feet up to the gods, see their own daughter so smart, for fear of being jealous, this has been in the heart, but think about not finding the right person, now Zhang Hao back, just in time.

And Wang Dequan is not wrong, if according to the teachers' generation, Zhang Hao's master and Wang De's grandfather are a generation, Zhang Hao and Wang Dequan's father are a generation, should be called uncle.

“Uncle King, this is my father.”

Zhang Hao spoke to his mouth, but swallowed back, those who did the thing in the city, Dad, how he was kind to tell Uncle Wang.

"Don't push your boy, my two daughters are good and smart, and you're cheap."

"Oh..." Zhang Hao was speechless, and Uncle Wang said this, the more he listened, the more he felt.

"When the Fang Yan and her daughter come back, just for the New Year, uncle put on a few tables, the village people invited to eat a meal, we have to do according to the rules, uncle is now also rich, can not be ambiguous."

“This... well, all right.”He was helpless and had to promise.

But think about it carefully, there are still a little excitement in the heart, just come back to dry, daughter, or a pair of twins, he is to make a fortune the rhythm ah.

The grandfather is above, bless his wealth, and sooner or later he will be a real father.

“I don’t know the names of the two girls?”

Zhang Hao has begun to call himself a dry father, this feeling is also the heart of Nima, no wonder so rich people like to be dry.Dad, he is also a dry father.

"The eldest daughter's name is the dynastic face, the little name is the morning, the younger daughter is called Wang Xiyan, the little name is the night, the same is the ' morning and evening', is the name of my wife, very cultured."

Speaking of his daughter and wife, Wang Dequan is not finished, uncles and nephews talk about East Laxi, unconsciously more than twelve o'clock, Zhang Hao lives here.

The next day, Zhang Hao got up early, the family house was rotten, and he had to repair and turn around before he could live.

Wang Dequan wanted to call the villagers to help, Zhang Hao refused, he did not have the money to invite people, even if he did not pay wages, at least he had to entertain food, but he did not even have his own food, where there is money to entertain others.

Packing at home, not too much trouble, pots and pans can still be used, the quilts in the cabinet, turned out to dry, and went to the town to buy some grain and oil rice noodles, their own food and drink.

It’s just that the roof leaks and needs to be renovated.

In the old days, the countryside built houses, they had to burn tiles themselves, and burning tiles was a big deal, and the whole village worked together to burn a large number of them, and everyone used them.

After the eaves of Zhang Hao's house, there were still a lot of tiles, and they renovated their houses and spent several days.

The royal village is not large, only a few dozen families, most of them are surnamed Wang, the ancestors are a family, can meet on the road on weekdays, see Zhang Hao back, and soon spread throughout the village.

This is the Yuanlang, the family practice, has long been spread to the gods, many people come to the fun, say hello.

Zhang Hao specially put on the gray robe, straightened the waist plate, installed a fairy duct bone appearance, in order to show that he is really a monk back, the road is deep, can pinch the count, and play a magic trick.

"Oh, aunt, there's joy in the house, and it's a granddaughter."

"Uncle Chen, beware, you hit the fist, you have a serious illness not long ago."

"Uncle, you are eating meat and drinking wine this morning, and when you are old, you should pay attention to your body, it is not good to eat meat and drink early in the morning..."

“Grandma, you old man...”

Zhang Hao shouted and said hello, a face incomforcing, pointing out the recent situation of the villagers.

The country people have no culture, they believe in this set, eat sick or something, it was just a small day, but Zhang Hao said so, immediately become occult, the villagers believe it is true, where to know Zhang Hao back in the city of the big fuzzy.