After recovering from my brief trance, I hurriedly followed him.
I said: "Sister Xiao Qinglong, are you thirsty? I have a bottle of water here."
She turned back and asked: "How old are you this year?"
I said I was around twenty.
She shook her head and said: "You can't call me Little Qinglong. You don't have the qualifications. Also, don't blindly recognize your seniority. I'm old enough to be your mother."
She was obviously smiling, but I felt a sense of fear for no reason.
After swallowing, I didn't dare to look at her figure, so I just lowered my head and led the way.
When she arrived at the foot of Mang Mountain, she stopped, looked at the mountain and said, "It's been almost ten years since I left here. Now that I'm back, this place is still the same as before. It hasn't changed."
After saying that, she reminded me: "Hold my bag carefully and don't drop it on the ground."
I said okay, don't worry.
Arriving at the deserted Shanngling Village on the mountain, Mr. Li and the boss were already waiting at the door.
"Ha ha!"
Mr. Li smiled heartily and said, "Look at the beauty she is. I can't recognize her."
"The boss is in trouble, why don't I come?"
The two hugged each other.
Mr. Li patted her back, his eyes seemed to be a little wet.
I believe that they once had their own stories, but I, an outsider, don’t know it.
"Hello, Boss Wang, long time no see."
The head looked strange and shook his head with a smile: "Although I am older than you, I am also afraid of you. Let me ask you, should I call you Xiao Qinglong or Xiao Qing?"
She smiled and said, "Wang, you can do whatever you want with your head."
"Then let's call Xiaoqing. Come in quickly and have a sip of tea to relieve your fatigue."
Together they went down to the Dikeng Yard and poured tea for the woman himself.
She picked up a drink and asked Mr. Li directly: "Who are we going to deal with, sir? I'll make preparations and break him into three hundred pieces."
"You haven't changed, you're still the same."
Mr. Li shook his head and said solemnly: "The people we are dealing with this time are not ordinary people. They are the most powerful Yeluzi in Luoyang and even the entire north. It can be said to be the ceiling of Yeluzi..."
The expression on the woman's face did not change after hearing this. She stretched out her hand and said, "Boss, just give me the address of this person's home."
"Why...."
Mr. Li sighed: "This is also a difficulty. Song Si has just returned from Guangdong. No one has lived in her hometown in the village for a long time. She has also arranged for her wife and daughter to be elsewhere. For a while, she couldn't find her at all."
"However, since you're here, Xiaoqing, I feel confident. Why don't we wait for a day and a half until Er Zhuizi and the others arrive, and we'll plan some action."
"Xiaoxiang, please take Xiaoqing to the room where she lives first."
He led the person over and gently placed the big bag on the stool.
At this time, she supported herself with both hands and stretched upward.
I didn't go to see it.
Seeing me staring at the bag, she asked, "What? Are you curious about what I brought? Do you want to see it?"
I nodded and said it would be fine to have a look.
Although I am from the lowest level of Santu, I have always liked artillery workers, and I also want to know more about the artillery industry. Just like a master engineer, you can explode with just a snap of your fingers. It's so cool.
In addition, I currently think that Master Ji is the ceiling of the Northern artillery. He watered the Binta Garden, increased the hardness of the soil through freezing, and accurately controlled the blasting range. This was amazing enough.
But Mr. Li said that this middle-aged woman is the ceiling gunner of the Northern School. I definitely don’t believe it. I am a station planner.
When I came back to my senses, I only heard her say: "Okay, come closer."
"It's our first time meeting you. I can show you some good things."
