I make a living solving crimes.

The breeze blew gently, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

The gate of the Wuhou Temple is solemn and dignified. The vermilion gate looks a little dark under the sunlight, and the plaque "Han Zhaolie Temple" hanging high above the lintel has lost its original luster.

Chang Wei sat on the stone steps in front of the Wuhou Temple, watching Chang Xiaoman persuade Maizi.

"Eat quickly, or it will get cold."

"I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry." Maizi said firmly, rubbing her stomach unconsciously with her little hands.

Chang Xiaoman seemed not to have heard it. She opened the lunch box on the stone steps, and a stronger aroma wafted out.

Maizi couldn't help but sniff, and the expression on his stubborn face gradually relaxed, but he just smelled the fragrance and refused to reach out.

Chang Xiaoman was getting anxious. Seeing that she couldn't persuade Maizi, she shouted towards the gate, "Grandpa Maizi, Grandpa Maizi..."

"You idiot, they've brought it here. If you want to eat something, just have one." Grandpa Maizi came out with two small bamboo chairs and said to Chang Wei, "Leader, please sit on the chairs."

Chang Wei quickly stood up and took one, then took out a cigarette and handed it over.

The old man took out the pipe stuck behind his waist and shook it, rejecting Chang Wei's kindness. He turned his head and looked at his granddaughter lovingly, saying apologetically: "Maizi is ignorant and has caused you trouble!"

"Maizi is very sensible. You taught her very well."

"I don't know anything and can't teach the kid." The old man waved his hands.

Chang Wei saw the callus on his index finger and asked curiously, "Have you ever been a soldier?"

The old man laughed cheerfully, "I left Sichuan to fight against the Japanese in 1937, and I started the uprising in 1948. When I went to Korea, they disliked me because I was too old. Now I am still the street militia coach."

Chang Wei stood in awe, "Then you are a hero."

The old man smiled shyly, "What kind of hero am I?"

Chang Wei was extremely serious, "Those who have fought against the Japanese are all heroes."

The old man looked into Chang Wei's clear eyes. This was the simplest, plainest and purest emotion. The memory in his heart was touched. After a long while, he nodded heavily, "Sichuan people, live up to the country."

There were more than 30 million soldiers and civilians who sacrificed their lives in the fight against the Japanese invaders. Why are only the Sichuan Army always mentioned?

It's not just because they were poorly equipped and made many sacrifices.

But it was because they went out of Sichuan to fight against the Japanese invaders.

"Out" is the key point.

In an era when national and ethnic consciousness had not yet fully awakened and the Japanese devils had not yet come to Sichuan to burn, kill and loot, they took the initiative to choose to leave Sichuan.

Inside the gate, there is a deep courtyard with towering ancient cypresses. They are like loyal guards, standing proudly after thousands of years of wind and rain.

These ancient cypresses have thick trunks, mottled bark, and rustling branches and leaves, as if they are humming ancient songs and conveying the echoes of history.

On the steps, two little guys were eating steamed cakes with their heads pressed together. When they heard the adults talking, Chang Xiaoman praised them, "Maizi, my uncle said your grandfather is a hero!"

Maizi couldn't help but feel proud, and politely praised him: "Xiao Man, your uncle is a good man."

"My uncle is also a hero. He has many medals." Chang Xiaoman shook her head happily and said, "My uncle is the director and a high-ranking official."

Maizi didn't know how high up the department director was, so he nodded after hearing what the little girl said, "I know, I saw your father salute him."

"That's not my father, he's my stepfather. My last name is Chang, and I'm my eldest uncle's child." Chang Xiaoman corrected seriously with her little face.

Maizi scratched his head, his big eyes confused, "Xiao Man, what is stepfather?"

"I don't know either. Mom said father means dad."

"Oh, then why not step-dad?"

Chang Xiaoman didn't understand the difference between stepfather and stepdad. She just leaned happily against Chang Wei's legs. When she looked up, her dark eyes were full of light.

In the following days, Chang Wei would go to the Investigation Department every day to review the personnel list of Shannan Investigation Bureau.

Many of them are liberated serfs, who will be sent to the subcontinent to lurk after training.

He will meet each person in person, and under his all-seeing eyes, there is no place for red or black to hide.

The process of suppressing the rebellion went smoothly. After losing their leader, the rebels in various locations lost their command and either chose to surrender or be wiped out.

With Chang Wei's intervention, the war will not be delayed for several more years.

On the third day, Du Ye returned from the capital and handed over a cowhide file bag issued by the General Staff. He whispered, "I issued you five sets of officer suits. I thought you couldn't wear them in this weather, so I left them at home for you. Mother collected them herself."

Chang Wei had already heard about this when he called yesterday.

Chang Tian and Chang Long were chattering and grabbing the phone, begging for one to be given, even if they couldn't wear them now.

Since the previous generation of the Chang family, being able to wear a military uniform seems to have become their proudest thing.

Only Yang Min, holding the officer, sat in front of Chang Kun's portrait for half the night.

The rank of director corresponds to the regimental level, which is usually given to colonel or lieutenant colonel.

But Chang Wei got a high-ranking position - colonel.

Of course, he was just a figurehead and could not lead the troops directly.

Another change is that there is one more name on the Dragon Group’s superior list - the General Staff.

The call came from Yangcheng.

"I thought I could be promoted to a major general." Chang Wei said jokingly, "You're not that impressive!"

"You're just dreaming. A colonel is a deputy division commander. There has never been a division commander under the age of 19 in the history of our army. Do you really think you are a jack of all trades?" Old man Li was choked and started cursing on the other end of the phone in anger.

This is not talking about the junior high school student’s father, whose surname is Xun.

This man served as a division commander at the age of 19, an army commander at the age of 20, a corps commander at the age of 21, and died heroically at the age of 22.

There was actually a 17-year-old division-level cadre, but he was a political commissar with the surname Xiao.

Chang Wei did not dare to compare himself with the martyrs, and said awkwardly: "Alas, I only have one head and two arms."

"Stop talking nonsense. Your plan to leave has been tacitly approved, but you have to transport these 100,000 tons of grain back first."

Chang Wei immediately became excited and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, I will go there next week and stay at Mr. Ying's house every day to urge him."

This is of course a joke. One hundred thousand tons of grain would not be enough for a large ship in later generations, but it is a considerable number now. If you don't want to attract attention, you can only prepare slowly.

Thank you to Inspector Lei for your generosity.

"After you go out, you can no longer use the title of Dragon Group. This unit is registered outside." Old man Li remembered the previous assassination of Chang Wei by the Three Emperors and gave a special reminder.

Chang Wei smiled and said, "When we go out to cause trouble, we must use the enemy's name. I have already thought of a name that is very suitable and has a strong feudal color. Others will definitely not think of it."

Old man Li became interested, "What?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

Old man Li paused, "So awesome?"

Chang Wei snorted twice and said faintly: "My shield is not a shield of God, but it can block even God, not even Jesus."