Wan Li did not tell me what they did in Inner Mongolia specifically. He just said that after he arrived in Inner Mongolia, the minister gave him command of a company. The battle lasted for three days and nights, and both sides were injured to varying degrees.
On the way back to the capital, the minister smiled and asked Wan Li if he still felt aggrieved by following him. Wan Li replied that he had fired more bullets in the past three days than in six years in the army.
Within two days, an article was published in the newspaper. Our army's exercise in Inner Mongolia was successfully concluded. For the first time, Wan Li deeply realized the power of the department.
"If I tell you this, maybe you will understand that the environmental protection department solves things that ordinary agencies cannot solve, such as supernatural incidents and special incidents that endanger the country."
I suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the grandpa of the fortune teller and the grandpa of Chujiu, the heir of Taoism, were related to the department.
"Wanli Big Pot, how many people are there in your department? There can't be only three pots of people?"
I don't know when Chujiu woke up, with her round head sticking out.
Wan Li smiled and asked Chujiu, how does it feel to pretend to be asleep?
It turns out that when Wan Li was performing his driving skills and avoiding rocks, he discovered that Chu Jiu had woken up and just continued to pretend to be asleep.
"It's not that you guys are too noisy. It's so noisy that I can't sleep. I just listen to you making noises."
"As for the specific number of people in the department, I don't know. Only the minister knows this issue. However, I have met four people in the past two years, and your grandfather is just a non-staff member. The other two are a factory owner in the Northeast and the other is a permanent employee.
Beggars operating in Guangdong."
"Beggars?" Chujiu and I asked this question in unison.
Wan Li twitched the corner of his mouth and said that he could not understand the style of the master. According to the allowance given by the department, it was enough for him to live a good life.
But when he first saw that man, he was smelly, wearing tattered clothes, sitting on the road begging.
Wan Li once suspected that he had found the wrong person, so he took out his work permit.
As a result, the beggar took him and walked along the main road for two hours.
Finally, he stopped at the door of a villa in the suburbs and took out the key to the villa. There was a super luxury car parked in the yard of the villa.
The beggar told him that it was just a personal hobby, and he thought that only in this way could he see the world clearly.
Later, while working together, he was shocked by this beggar. The beggar's ability was psychic and he could communicate with the recently deceased body without any obstacles.
"Wanli Cauldron, you seem to have become uncool?"
Chujiu flipped over from the back seat to the passenger seat and pulled out a pack of biscuits from under the seat.
"Huh? Why do you say that?"
Wan Li glanced at Chujiu and said that he was a mouse and could be found even if he was so hidden.
Chujiu stuffed a biscuit into her mouth and said with a smile: "You didn't speak much before, you look so cool."
Wan Li was speechless for a while when Chu Jiu said that, and the car stopped for a moment.
"If you stay with someone who doesn't talk all day long, you will talk less. Besides, I signed a confidentiality agreement, so if you talk too little, you won't make mistakes. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes. Don't you understand?"
"Then you told us so much, are you planning to silence yourself when you get to the place?"
Chujiu chewed biscuits and then said again.
"That's what the magazine stories say. Fortunately, you shouldn't be able to defeat us."
Wan Li shook his head speechlessly and told Chujiu that he might not be able to defeat the two of us with his bare hands. But he has at least 100 ways to kill us, and he guarantees that he will never do it again.
Chujiu finally ate the biscuits quietly and stopped talking.
After a few minutes, Wan Li turned to look at Chujiu and asked if he was scared.
Chujiu burped and said that if Wan Li was really a bad guy, he would have 101 ways to make Wan Li a fool.
"Do you want to learn to drive from me?"
Wan Li roared angrily, and Chujiu immediately nodded and bowed, shouting "big pot".
At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the car stopped at the entrance of a small courtyard in a village.
"We're here, get off the car."
I looked around and saw that this was an ordinary village. About an hour ago, I saw on the road sign that this place belongs to Wangjiang County.
Wan Li walked to the door of the yard, raised his hand, and patted the wooden door of the yard rhythmically several times.
After a while, the door of the courtyard opened from the inside. A young man with a haircut similar to Wan Li's hairstyle opened the door with one hand and put the other hand on the back of his waist.
After seeing that it was Wan Li, he took back the hand he placed on his waist, saluted Wan Li, and then retreated behind the door.
Wan Li nodded and led us into the courtyard.
Only then did I realize that there were several young people standing in different directions in the courtyard.
"Don't look at it. There are seven soldiers in front and behind protecting this courtyard. It's absolutely safe."
Pushing open the door of the main house, Wan Li stood at the door and said softly: "Mr. Xu, we're here!"
"Ahem, bring me in quickly!" an old man's voice came from the back room.
Wan Li glanced at me and Chujiu and walked towards the back room.
There was a stove in the house, and a strong charcoal fire was burning in the stove. An old man with a Chinese character face, covered with a thick blanket, was sitting next to the stove reading a book.
Seeing Chujiu and I come in, the old man put down the book in his hand and stared at us with a smile.
"Little guy, you are already so big. Come here quickly and sit here. Hey, we are old and afraid of the cold."
I don't know whether this sentence was directed at me or Chujiu. But I felt that the old man's gaze was more on me.
Seeing us standing still, the rosy-faced old man said with a smile: "Are you Qin Feng? I hugged you when you were born! Now that you have grown up, you have recognized me as a child. This is not true."
OK."
I searched through the memories in my mind to make sure I had never seen this old man before.
"Have you been to Shanxi?"
"No."
"Then you said you hugged me?"
"You were born in the capital. It seems that this boy Qin De protected you a little too much."
After the old man finished speaking, he waved to us and motioned us to sit on the chairs next to him by the stove.
Was I born in the capital? Wasn’t I born in Shanxi and later moved to Lijiacun?
Chujiu and I had just sat down on the chairs and were still confused about where we were born. What the old man said next completely shocked me.
"My name is Xu Yizheng."
"What?"
"What?"
My mind felt like it was struck by lightning, and I screamed out in surprise at the same time as Chujiu.
I stared at the rosy, square-faced old man who looked to be about eighty years old and had a smile on his face, and my mind was filled with wonder.
Xu Yizheng, a character who appears in the story of the ninth day of the lunar month in Xiaoyu Apartment. A character of the same generation as his grandfather's master.
"Go out and wait at the door. You don't need to watch here."
The old man smiled and said to Wan Li, his tone full of unquestionable aura.
"It seems that you know me? Haha, I am 137 years old this year, cough cough."