I make a living solving crimes.

Early morning, Liao County Guesthouse.

The morning air in the mountains seemed to be filled with tiny beads, which squeezed away the warmth in the body and brought a fresh feeling.

Chang Wei saw through the glass that Fan Tuaner was standing blankly in the yard, looking at the distant mountains. Her long hair was casually tied behind her head. A few strands of hair swayed lazily in the wind, occasionally sweeping across her fair neck.

Ever since she got the photo and saw Chang Wei nod after a moment of silence, she has been in a happy and excited mood all night.

She knew that Chang Wei had a way to find people. As long as he found the information and photos, Chang Wei could calculate the person's location.

In fact, he knows nothing about Taoism. He just relies on the positioning and finding people given by the system.

It cannot be said that I don’t know it at all. After all, foot massage is a way, and the technique is also a method.

After he counted with his fingers, he found that Zheng Sancai was still alive, although very far away, in Ping County, Jiangxi Province.

Now no one knows how he escaped from Shanxi to Jiangxi during the turbulent times.

The conditions in Hongtu Village make it impossible for them to stay overnight, or in other words, if they stay, it will bring great trouble to the village.

So they rushed back to the county town overnight yesterday and stayed in a guesthouse. The conditions here were also poor, but at least they would not disturb the peace of the entire village.

Chang Wei and Fan Tuaner's ranks were insignificant in the capital, but in the county, they were at the same level as deputy county chiefs, not to mention that they were from the capital.

"I checked. Zheng Sancai's wife's uncle lives in Ping County, Jiangxi. I just called home and they have arranged for someone to look for Zheng Sancai in Ping County." Hearing the footsteps behind him, Fan Tuan'er didn't turn around and said crisply, "Chang Wei, thank you."

Chang Wei didn't care. He stretched his arms and walked to stand beside her. "You didn't sleep last night?"

"No, I'm not sleepy." Fan Tuan'er smiled, "I have to give my family a reason. I can't search in Ping County for no reason."

Old Wang told Chang Wei to be low-key when looking for someone, and Fan Tuaner also understood this principle.

There are too many leaders who abandon their children.

"If you find it, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I will bring it back..." Fan Tuan'er suddenly stopped talking, pursed her lips, and turned to look at Chang Wei woodenly, "Am I being selfish?"

"It's human nature to want to find and make amends with a brother who has been separated for sixteen years." Chang Wei looked up at the mountains in the distance and said calmly, "This is your family affair, just think it through."

"No wonder my father said they would find someone first and then asked me to go check the situation, but he didn't mention recognizing each other." Fan Tuan'er suddenly realized, "The grace of raising is greater than the grace of giving birth. Thank you for your reminder, Chang Wei."

Chang Wei nodded indifferently.

This is the Fan family's business, and as an outsider it is not convenient for him to comment.

The first thing is to make sure that the child is still alive.

From his point of view, it is okay to agree, but as for taking the child home... one must be cautious.

If he were still alive, Zheng Sancai would have raised her for sixteen years, seven of which were during war. One can imagine the effort he put in.

Putting aside the grace of raising a child, if a child who grew up in the countryside is rashly brought back to the capital, a series of problems will arise.

Everyone's cognition and control are gradually developed through living environment, book learning, and teaching by example from people around them since childhood. This requires a transition period.

If you try to force the growth of seedlings, they will eventually die.

For example, Chang Wei keeps saying that he wants to be the deputy minister, but he actually knows in his heart that even if he is really given that position now, he will not be able to keep it.

He was just an ordinary citizen in his previous life and didn’t have that kind of knowledge—even a time traveler wouldn’t have that kind of knowledge.

The kind of thing that happens when he travels through time to ancient times and can play with loyal ministers, powerful ministers, flatterers, and treacherous ministers in the court at his fingertips, it can only be said that he was a civil servant before he traveled through time, and a top-level one at that.

Let alone the position of minister, with Chang Wei's state of mind in his previous life, the maximum he could suddenly control was 20 million in assets. If the number exceeded this, he would immediately become extremely arrogant and even dare to buy two bowls of soy milk.

Because this was not earned step by step, and it lacks the tempering of experience.

"So should we go back to Beijing and wait for news, or go directly to Jiangxi?"

Fan Tuan'er looked at Chang Wei with almond-shaped eyes, pleading in her eyes, "I, I want to see him sooner."

Chang Wei snapped his fingers and said, "Go get some sleep, we'll set off when you wake up."

After that, he shook his head and said, "I have to spend the winter solstice on the road this year."

"Chang Wei, I'm sorry."

"I'm not just saying sorry, at least you have to take some practical action." Under Fan Tuan'er's puzzled gaze, Chang Wei's smile gradually became obscene, "Hehe, rice noodles, clay pot soup, fish from Jiujiang, chicken from Ganzhou, there should be bacon in this season, and bacon fried with Artemisia selengensis is also delicious..."

Fan Tuaner went back to the house to take a nap. The journey was long and he had to change buses many times, so he couldn't make it without energy.

At noon, Chang Wei led the rest of the group to a small restaurant at the door to eat. Since Fan Tuaner was not there, Zhang Long completely let himself go.

“Do you know where the phrase ‘equally matched’ comes from?”

Zhao Hu and Shi Ge shook their heads together.

"Team leader, do you know?"

Chang Wei snorted and sneered: "Fu Yi and Ban Gu are on par with each other. What do you think of what Cao Pi said?"

"Team leader, do you really know how to do it?" Zhang Long's eyes widened, and after a moment he shook his head regretfully, "It seems that I misunderstood."

"What do you understand?"

"I thought that after Sun Ce died, Da Qiao followed her uncle Sun Quan, but because she often missed Sun Ce, she couldn't tell the two brothers apart at night, calling one Bo Fu and the other Zhong Mou, so she was called "Undifferentiated Bo Fu".

Chang Wei suddenly stopped and took a deep breath, "Brother, you are not the one who tutors your child, right?"

"No, he's just a little kid, it's too early."

"Well, remember, don't interfere with my studies in the future."

"Oh." Zhang Long nodded indifferently.

He never cared about household affairs. His wife's life was not much different from that of a widow. She could do anything.

Sitting down in the restaurant, Zhang Long began to brag about the fact that his wife was pregnant with their second child, which devastated Zhao Hu, who had been on blind dates without any results.

"Alas, I haven't decided on a name for the second child yet." Zhang Long crossed his legs and looked at Zhao Hu with burning eyes.

"You are so educated, how can naming be difficult for you?" Chang Wei sneered, and suddenly asked curiously: "What is your eldest son's name?"

"Zhang Changgong, team leader, how do I do?"

Chang Wei was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

"It's not difficult to name a person. You can just split the surname into a given name. For example, someone with the surname Huo would have Huo Yujia, someone with the surname Yue would have Yue Shanqiu, and someone with the surname Xiao would have Xiao Xiaoyue." After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Hu and said, "From now on, you can call your son Zhao Zouxiao."

Zhao Hu jumped up and was about to hit someone.

Only Shi Ge lowered his head and sat at the table trembling, fearing that Zhao Long had also given his son a name.

History entrance...

As long as Zhang Long dared to speak out, he would follow Zhao Hu to fight.

It doesn’t matter whether you are from Beijing or not.