As autumn goes and winter comes, the sign of Shuiyang Commune has been replaced with a new one, and Chang Ning has become the new Party Secretary and Township Mayor of Shuiyang Township. Originally, the township mayor should be Jiang Xi's position. Unexpectedly, this woman took the initiative to make the wise. Liu Weiming and Wang Yuwen are naturally happy to see it. Chang Ning has become the only leader of the party and government among more than 40 townships in the county.

Of course, Chang Ning has a temporary position now, the general coordinator of engineering construction employment in five townships in Daqingshan District. Highway construction is in full swing. Tens of thousands of migrant workers need to be transferred to the construction site every day. Those who are busy will be killed. Chang Ning has lived for more than 20 years before he understood the meaning of the word "busy".

The old phone on the table was replaced with a program-controlled one, and a new one was added due to work needs. It was pleasing to the eye. In the words of the old Immortal Wang Shi, the real bird gun was replaced with cannons, and the Eighth Route Army became a regular army.

"Old Mo, I'm about to call you," Chang Ning crossed his legs and scolded carelessly, "What's wrong with your Haimen Township? According to Lao Luo, there are too many of you in the past two days, and those old ladies are just coming to the construction site for a meal."

Mo Guoqiang said, "I know, I was scolding them just now. We must take measures to do this. Xiao Chang, are you free now?"

"What are you doing? Please drink me." Chang Ning said happily.

"That's right. I have a friend who admires your grandfather's name and wants to see him. I hope you can introduce him."

Chang Ning laughed, "Old Mo, Lao Mo, are you sick? You call me for this? I remember that your brother seems to be a complete atheist, why do you believe in this trick?"

"Oh, there's no way. My friend knows that I can talk to you and keeps pestering you. Xiao Chang, just help."

"Haha," Chang Ning smiled, "You tell your friend that my grandfather has washed his hands and left the world. Now he lives in seclusion in the Daqing Mountains, and I will never see the Heavenly King. From then on, there will be no title of Chang Daxian in Qingzhou again."

"So, he said it's okay to meet you. Your brother is called a small immortal. He counts one thousand years before and five hundred years later. Is it better than the blue one than the blue one?"

"Haha," Chang Ning was still proud of his compliment, "Lao Mo, where is your friend now?"

Mo Guoqiang said: "It's right by my side. If you agree, I'll come with him right away."

Chang Ning thought for a while and said, "Well, you and your friends go to Shiao Village and wait for me at my house. The key is with my uncle. I will come over after I finish the matter at hand."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the main hall of Chang Ning's house, Chang Ning stared at the stranger in front of him, and felt puzzled. This man was in his thirties, with an extraordinary temperament, and was dressed in farm clothes. He was definitely a temporary effort. A pair of rare gold-edged sunglasses added a lot of mystery.

"My friend, don't listen to Lao Mo's nonsense," Chang Ning said with a smile. "I just wandered with my grandfather when I was a child, and I didn't learn much of his skills. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

The stranger shook his head gently and said with a smile: "The master leads the door and practices are for himself. Since he gives the reputation of a small immortal, he is definitely not a person who has gained a reputation for being a false name."

Chang Ning hesitated for a moment, "Okay, it's not easy to come to the water. Since you don't want to take off your sunglasses, I'll test a word for you."

The stranger said "Thank you", pondered for a moment, stretched out a finger, dipped water into the teacup, and wrote a Song-style word "man" on the Eight Immortals table. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the two strokes of the word "man" were not connected together.

Chang Ning was stunned, frowned, and looked at the word "herbike" written in water. Shaoqing said coldly: "Writing with water, separating the word "herbike" is right. You are from there. This friend, you are so brave. You dare to violate the regulations on the mainland's coastal defense management and sneak in from the sea privately. You should know my true identity. I can arrest you now."

The stranger said calmly: "I am worthy of being the successor of Chang Daxian. I guess my origin with just one word. Yes, I am from Taipei City, Taiwan. I am a big pay for the fishing boat No. 3071 of Taiwan Fishing (North) and Fan Tongshan."

Suddenly, Chang Ning stood up, said, "Please wait", came to the yard, grabbed Mo Guoqiang and said in a deep voice: "Old Mo, are you crazy? We are a forbidden area here, and you brought a time bomb that will blow us to pieces."

Mo Guoqiang smiled and said, "Xiao Chang, heaven knows the earth knows you know me. Besides, I am for you and your family. Mr. Fan did not come to tell fortunes, but took the risk to come for your mother."

It turned out that there was a natural safe haven in Haimen Township where Mo Guoqiang was located. Fishing boats in Taiwan often came to the port, either sheltering from the wind or refueling fuel or water. With the opening up of the mainland to the outside world and the easing of cross-strait relations, coastal defense controls have gradually been relaxed. In the past, even if they were killed, they could not be let on the shore. Now the crew on the fishing boat can travel on Haimen Street in Haimen Township, and the limit time has been relaxed from four hours to twelve hours.

Mo Guoqiang is not only the Party Secretary of Haimen Township, but also the director of the ** Defense Office of the Fishing Port Army in Haimen Township. A month ago, Fan Tongshan came to find him. He became familiar with him after a while. This time he came to pester him again and said that his ancestral home is from Fanjiaao, Shuiyang Township. He looked for Chang Ning just to find his relatives. Mo Guoqiang was not only him, so he had this song today.

"Play the piano randomly," said Chang Ning, "Now our country's doors are open everywhere, so we can't come. The Avenue of Guangming is not allowed to leave, but we just do some sneaky activities, which must have an unspeakable purpose."

Mo Guoqiang said: "Xiao Chang, go and talk to him. If Mr. Fan was from the system over there, he wouldn't be so stupid that he came to the door and went to the Internet cafe."

Chang Ning was silent when he heard this. Since he was here, of course he had to chat for a while. Both sides of the Taiwan Strait have the same roots and ancestry, so they are still their own family members.

After calming down, Chang Ning sat down and said, "Mr. Fan, you don't have much time anymore, so you can say anything quickly."

Fan Tongshan smiled and said, "Mr. Chang, don't you doubt my true identity?"

Chang Ning stared at Fan Tongshan and said, "Mr. Fan, I am particularly sensitive to voices, so I can hear your origin from your accent. Your accent contains three dialects, Minnan, Cantonese and Northern dialect. You are not actually an authentic Taiwanese, nor are you from Fanjiaao, our Shuiyang Township. You are from the northerner. You are likely to be a smuggler who fled Hong Kong a few years ago and then went to Taiwan from Hong Kong again."

Fan Tongshan praised: "Mr. Chang is indeed a man of the world. You can guess Fan's true origin with just a few gossips. I admire him, admire him."

Chang Ning said lightly: "Mr. Fan, let's get back to the point."

Fan Tongshan nodded, "Mr. Chang, your grandfather is called Chang Deming, your grandmother is called Mei Quyun, and your mother is called Chang Xiujuan. She is 38 years old this year. I should be right?"

Chang Ning nodded and said, "That's right, why are you asking these?"

Fan Tongshan stood up, walked to Chang Ning with a solemn expression, suddenly knelt down on one leg, and said aloud:
Chapter completed!