I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 363 Call Me Xiao Li

In the large office, the young men stuck their heads out to look at the girls for a while, then retracted their heads to continue chatting about their experiences in Shanxi and Jiangxi.

I admire the Shanxi people's ability to fall asleep at noon.

It is really sad to talk about Zheng Sancai who let his daughter only finish primary school in order to let his adopted son go to school.

Wu Jimao had lived under the roof of his aunt's house before, so he was particularly touched by this kind of thing and said with admiration: "The Zheng family is poor but not poor in spirit. They deserve to enjoy the good life now."

"Don't underestimate Shanxi people. There have been heroes here since ancient times." Zhang Long was about to talk about Guan Yu and Zhang Liao, but when he saw Fan Tuan'er coming back, he was afraid that she would say he was talking nonsense again, so he could only forcefully change the subject and said, "The mountains there are high and the emperor is far away. It has been a place where feudal nobles have avoided disasters since ancient times."

"Perhaps the Zheng family is the descendant of some noble family. Didn't many people flee from the capital to Shanxi during the Ming Dynasty?" Zhao Hu echoed.

Wu Jimao suddenly realized something and said, "Could it be that this Zheng family is the descendant of Zheng He of the Ming Dynasty?"

The smile on Fan Tuaner's face froze.

"Who knows, since Zheng He could have made seven voyages to the West, he must have been a duke at least, right?" Zhang Long thought what Wu Jimao said made a lot of sense and praised him highly.

There was no expression on Fan Tuaner's face.

"Yes, yes, yes. Li Zicheng once extorted gold and silver in the capital, and many people fled. Zheng He's descendants must have fled to Shanxi at that time. You are really amazing. You actually solved this case." Zhao Hu gave a thumbs up, expressing his deep admiration.

Fan Tuaner's face became grim and murderous intent grew stronger.

Even if you say that Zheng Sancai is the descendant of Zheng Chenggong, it is possible, but what about Zheng He...what do you three think?

In fact, we can’t blame them. Everyone knows about the seven voyages to the West, but no one has publicized that the leader was a eunuch!

After a while, Jiang Hongxia came back and led the Suzaku team to the office in the east wing to settle down. Seeing Fan Tuan'er standing at the door without going in, she asked in confusion: "Sister Tuan'er, what's wrong?"

Fan Tuaner took a breath and said, "Nothing. I was wondering if I should ask the canteen to cook less rice at noon so that some people won't eat too much."

Jiang Hongxia blinked in confusion, and saw Du Ye take out a handful of clams from his bag. She picked up one and said, "Didn't we buy dried goods? Why did you pick up so many shells?"

She shook it in her hands and asked in surprise, "Is it alive?"

Du Ye explained: "This is not something I picked up. This is clam oil I bought. Grandpa Wang has frostbite every year. I heard that this stuff is effective."

Jiang Hongxia opened a box with her fingernails, looked at the snow-white gel, and curiously took some and smeared it on her face. "If this thing is really useful, I have to buy two for my grandma. Du Ye, how much is one?"

"I bought this small one, which is seven cents. There are also larger ones that are 15 cents."

"Okay, I've used this, I'll buy one later and return it to you."

"No, it's not worth the money."

Clam oil has only been on the market for two years. It is actually Vaseline, and many people are not familiar with it.

The price is really affordable and the antifreeze effect is also good.

Fan Tuaner took the clam oil from Jiang Hongxia, looked at it, and said with a smile: "When you buy clam oil for your grandma, take a look at the vanishing cream. It's good for girls to apply it. It smells good and won't cause acne on your face."

"Falling cream?" Jiang Hongxia repeated to herself, looking at Fan Tuan'er's delicate face. "Sister Tuan'er, have you used it before? Where is it made?"

"In Tianjin, it's called Wan Zi Qian Hong, a decades-old brand, but the production is not high, so whether you can buy it depends on luck."

Wu Jimao quickly jumped out to offer his courtesy, "Hongxia, it's too cold so don't run away. I'll go buy some clam oil and vanishing cream after lunch. I'll remember that. Sister Tuan'er, how much is this vanishing cream?"

"Two dollars and two cents." Fan Tuan'er explained carefully, "There are two kinds, one is for drinking, and the other is for applying. Don't buy the wrong one."

When Wu Jimao heard the price, his heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Jiang Hongxia, gritted his teeth and nodded, "I'll remember it."

He covered his heart, sat back dejectedly, and muttered quietly: "I'm confused, this butt doesn't have sores or acne, and my face is washed and wiped every day, but it's not as smooth as my butt. Could it be that there's a pair of pants missing from my face?"

Although the voice was low, but no one was behind his back, Jiang Hongxia's cheeks turned red when she heard it, and she ran over and started beating him up.

Chang Wei passed by the door, calling Fan Tuaner and Du Ye to go out. When he heard Wu Jimao's words, he could only sigh silently.

But this guy had set his sights on Jiang Hongxia. He was reluctant to even buy a sesame seed bun for himself for only eight cents, but he bought things for Jiang Hongxia without any hesitation.

Of course, it’s hard not to feel sad.

A typical man of the fifties and sixties.

After leaving the house, Du Ye drove the car skillfully towards the investigation department. Seeing that Chang Wei looked normal, he whispered, "Team Leader, your sister came to me a few days ago and wanted to learn how to drive."

Chang Wei's heart clenched, but then he quickly returned to normal and glanced at him calmly, "Then teach her a lesson when you have time... Don't curse."

Chang Da was born in 35, so she was only 85 years old in 50. At that time, the society had been reformed and people had the opportunity to drive private cars.

"I dare not, I dare not, team leader." Du Ye was not very familiar with driving. He did not dare to let go of the steering wheel with both hands. He could only keep making excuses with his mouth.

Fan Tuaner knocked on Chang Wei and said softly to Du Ye: "It's okay, just be patient and try not to drive in the city."

"Yes, Commissar."

"Relax, it's not a formal occasion so just call me by my name, it's okay."

Du Ye didn't respond. He stared at the road ahead and drove carefully.

When they arrived at the Investigation Department, Fan Tuaner went to find someone to get the materials, while Chang Wei strolled upstairs towards the Minister's office.

"Who are you looking for?" A strange voice called out to him.

Chang Wei saw a young man next to the minister's office and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The young man puffed out his chest and said proudly, "I am the minister's secretary."

"Where's Director Chen?"

"Oh, Director Chen was promoted to a grassroots position yesterday. I just arrived today." Seeing that Chang Wei could skillfully name his predecessor, the young man restrained his attitude a little, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for the minister."

"The minister is about to have a meeting. Please wait. I will inform you after the meeting."

The young man pointed to a row of chairs in his office, then buried his head in his work.

Chang Wei frowned and looked at the young man in front of him, wondering who had chosen and recommended this guy to the minister.

He used to act recklessly when he came here. Even if the minister had something to do, the former secretary Brother Chen would make tea, pass cigarettes and speak politely.

Of course, strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with the way this young man handled things.

After all, I am too young and often looked down upon.

He didn't care and really sat down on the chair, picking up a newspaper and reading it.

A few minutes later, the sound of a door being locked and footsteps were heard from next door. The minister passed by the door, took a look, and asked in surprise: "What are you doing here?"

Chang Wei smiled and said, "Isn't this the meeting you want to attend? I'll wait first."

"It doesn't matter if you come over here." The minister waved his hand and said to the young man, "The meeting will be postponed for ten minutes. I'll be there later."

Chang Wei stood up, put down the newspaper, and walked slowly to the door. He heard the young man's slightly flattering voice: "Comrade, what is your name?"

"Ah? My last name is Li, and I'm young. You can just call me Xiao Li from now on." Chang Wei walked out with a smile and turned into the minister's office.

The young man was horrified.

My surname is Li...the same as the minister’s.

He has the minister's family directory, but what if it's one of his nephews or great-nephews?