Strongest Guard

Towards a monster that dared to threaten an infant, Lee Nanfang had no other choice.    

    

Only the beggar gritted his teeth, after getting angry for a while, he turned around and left.    

    

Although his face was full of indignation, he concealed his fear well enough to not be seen by Yang Evildoer.    

    

Ever since Gray Valley of Myanmar saw that scroll, Lee Nanfang had a strong premonition in his subconscious.    

    

He and the ancient maid on the scroll seemed to be somehow involved.    

    

The only reason was that the side of the maid looked so much like Yue Zitong's mother, Yang Tiantian.    

    

It also looked a little like the woman below the eight hundred horse trough.    

    

However, at that time, this feeling wasn't too intense. He had even quickly forgotten about it.    

    

It was not until that dream in the sea that he began to suspect that he was really the son of Yang Wenzhou — the woman lying in the coffin under the horse trough, the one who had given birth to his mother.    

    

Especially when Yang Xiao said that the Iron Plate was his, Lee Nanfang was also his.    

    

There were some words that didn't even need Lee Nanfang's help to determine whether it was true or false.    

    

Therefore, when Yang Xiao said that the Iron Plate was his, Lee Nanfang believed that he was not unreasonable.    

    

The Iron Plate was most likely his.    

    

Boss Lee, who was related to Iron Plate and scrolls, could also be his …    

    

There seemed to be a mysterious relationship between Yang Xiao, the ancient official, and Boss Lee.    

    

What mysterious relationship?    

    

Lee Nanfang thought back to the story Yang Wenjun told him in his dream.    

    

According to the absurd story in the dream, Yang Xiao was likely to be a property magnate in the netherworld, which was why he had arranged such an enemy in order to restrain Yang Wenjun.    

    

This was the only way to explain why the Black Dragon hidden in Lee Nanfang's body was so afraid of Yang Xiao.    

    

And why did Yang Xiao always say that he would only tell him a secret when Lee Nanfang was about to die?    

    

"Lao Yang, seeing that we live together and live together, tell me what exactly happened."    

    

When they reached a dead end that could not be seen from the thatched cottage, Lee Nanfang lowered his head and patted his belly as he asked.    

    

Maybe Lao Yang was annoyed that he dared to call himself laozi, so he ignored him.    

    

After asking three times in a row and not feeling any movement from the Black Dragon, Lee Nanfang silently cursed the fearless rat and quickly walked into the coconut forest.    

    

Before he even walked in, his sunny laughter had already pierced through. "Ha, ha, ha. "My two beloved concubines, this king has come."    

    

"Wow, wow."    

    

Before the two concubines react, This King's little prince began to cry loudly.    

    

This was truly a disappointment.    

    

When Lee Nanfang secretly cursed out, he found that the two concubines had fallen asleep.    

    

No matter how crazy a woman's nerves were, after half a night of being afraid, tired, and feeling pain, she would be unable to bear the tiredness.    

    

Even a wail as loud as this little pup's could not wake them up.    

    

The sunlight shining through the coconut trees onto the two peaceful faces of White Peony made him feel a great sense of pride.    

    

"Sigh, stop f * cking crying alright? "Come, let me carry you to the beach."    

    

Lee Nanfang gently carried the child out of Hamm's arms. This was the first time he felt that calling himself father was perfectly justified.    

    

After the eruption of the volcano, the seawater was still turbid, and the little fish swimming in the water were no longer visible.    

    

Lee Nanfang held the child and swung it back and forth, humming a lullaby to himself — — "Sister's Tear Blossom". He looked towards the east and began to hope that a mirage could appear to let him see the woman he wanted to see the most.    

    

"It's been so long. They should actually forget about me."    

    

Lee Nanfang laughed at himself, then looked down at the child.    

    

The child was originally malnourished and was born seven months ago. It was probably only about five pounds. Lee Nanfang hugged him and couldn't feel his presence at all.    

    

After being hummed for a long time, the child fell asleep again.    

    

When the baby is asleep, it will laugh unconsciously.    

    

It was just that they were a bit stingy and would always restrain their smiles before the adults could see it clearly.    

    

The baby's smile was the purest of smiles, beautiful as a fleeting flower.    

    

Gazing at his son who was still smiling, it was only after five minutes did Lee Nanfang say: "Actually, there's nothing bad about being forgotten. We are living happily now, aren't we, little bastard?" You are my son, so you have to have a resounding name in order to be worthy of your father's outstanding status. "Hmm, let me think about it. What should I call you?"    

    

Thinking of names was one of Lee Nanfang's most adept abilities.    

    

Ye Xiaodao had experienced it for himself. Every time he thought of the 80 names Lee Nanfang gave him, he would have the urge to stab him to death.    

    

Donkey — It was the most refined of the 80 names Lee Nanfang had given Ye Xiaodao.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who got the name out of hand, became troubled when he named his son.    

    

He frowned and thought about it for almost ten minutes, but he couldn't come up with a good name that was worthy of his son.    

    

Li Shisheng?    

    

Lee Equator?    

    

Or is it a dystocia?    

    

These names were too inferior, unlike Lee Nanfang, who was both amiable and domineering.    

    

"Sigh, if your mother's name had been better, I wouldn't have been so troubled. When the time comes, you can use our surnames as our surnames. But that stupid woman, she had to call him Hamm. "Han-han?"    

    

Lee Nanfang had an idea. He raised his foot and lapped the seawater: "Let's call it Lee Han."    

    

Lee Han, a man with the surname Li.    

    

When others heard this name, they could tell that it was quite impressive.    

    

"Yes, it's Lee Han. Lee Han, when you grow up, you better not follow your mother's old path. However, those geneticists once said that between husband and wife, the child would be more likely to have more genes. Right now, I suspect that the genes of that trafficker's mother is stronger than the genes of a good citizen like me. "    

    

Just as Lee Nanfang was conflicted about which gene was stronger between him and Hamm, dark clouds slowly rushed up from the sky above the Chinese Qingshan.    

    

A long absence of heavy rain, as if finally lucky this soulless city.    

    

Spring water was Qingshan's soul.    

    

After this year's Spring Festival, Qingshan welcomed his worst spring since the founding of his country.    

    

No more than three millimeters of rain had fallen throughout the spring.    

    

There was no rain on the green mountain. Except for a few springs with particularly rich water sources, the other springs had all stopped spraying.    

    

Without the spring water, Teng Qingshan would lose his soul.    

    

Especially with the changing of the seasons, after the arrival of early summer, the sun in the sky had become brighter, unrestrainedly evaporating the city's water source.    

    

Closing the wells within the Green Mountain Region, except for those necessary for irrigation in the agricultural areas, all the other wells must be closed.    

    

Including those heavy industry enterprises in Qingshan, they had to have a plan when using water. They could no longer be wasted like before.    

    

Closing all the wells that could be closed to ensure that the spring did not become clogged with mud due to the drought was something the highest leader of Qingshan, after consulting a geologist, had specified.    

    

When groundwater is no longer arbitrarily mined, the water level will not drop indefinitely.    

    

All they had to do was wait for the heavy rain to come, and all the spring water that was on the verge of dying of thirst would immediately burst with vitality.    

    

But where was the rain?    

    

Would it be on this cloudy night?    

    

The drought and waterlogging office is now brightly lit.    

    

It was definitely because of the drought. Even Director Chang Qing, who was in the office for drought and waterlogging prevention, could not keep his mouth shut.    

    

Chairman Chang didn't look that great, and he was only a junior college student with a high level of education. His ability to work was even better — there were plenty of people with better ability than him in the whole drought-resistant organization.    

    

However, last year, after the old director retired, Chairman Chang, who was originally just a team leader and the most unremarkable, sat on the throne like a dark horse that had come out of nowhere.    

    

Of course, compared to the financial department, the Municipal Bureau and other major departments, the Anti-Drought Office was so small that it could be ignored.    

    

No matter what, this was still one of the formal departments in the city.    

    

Only by sitting in this seat could he solve the problem of being in the secondary branch.    

    

A few years of hard work, and then we'll get to know each other — well, the next chief of the Treasury, probably from the drought and waterlogging office.    

    

There were two reasons why Lao Chang could become the head of drought management.    

    

Firstly, Lao Chang, who was forty-eight years old this year, had a beautiful thirty-six-year-old wife.    

    

As for Lao Chang's beautiful wife, who was 12 years younger than him, what did it have to do with him becoming the biggest dark horse and the head of the drought-resistant department?    

    

Second, Chairman Chang's name is good.    

    

Chang Qing, Chang Qing, it means that Qingshan will always protect Chang Qing.    

    

Whether or not Chairman Chang became the head of the unit due to these two reasons, no one had ever tested him before.    

    

However, since the beginning of the spring, his seemingly plump and beautiful wife had frequently come to fight the drought.    

    

Every time she came, she would stay in the director's office with Lao Chang for a long time before leaving.    

    

Every time, it was always closed.    

    

Some people guessed that they were definitely doing that sort of thing.    

    

After all, every time Madam Chang left, her face would redden from redness and she would smile, appearing very satisfied.    

    

On the other hand, when Chairman Chang came out again, his legs would tremble visibly.    

    

But even if they could guess what they had done in the office, who could say?    

    

They were a legal couple, even if Lao Chang took off his wife's big crotch, no one had the right to control it.    

    

Don't forget, Lao Chang hasn't come home even once since last month.    

    

His wife was in the year of tigers and wolves, so it was only natural for her to ask for nourishment.    

    

"Yo, Little Han, the few of you haven't gotten off work yet."    

    

Upon hearing the delicate dripping sound, Little Han and the others, who were deep in thought, raised their heads as they looked at the water meridian map provided by the Water Bureau.    

    

A woman in a black, sleeveless qipao walked in gracefully.    

    

It was none other than the chairman's wife.    

    

"Chairman Chung, you came."    

    

No matter how they discussed her in private with Chairman Chang, Little Han and the others were still very polite when they saw her.    

    

In fact, she was the deputy director of a street office who was in charge of cleaning staff.    

    

"Come, have a taste of the peach that big sister bought for you. It's so sweet, as long as you rub against it a little bit, water will come out."    

    

Ignoring the rejection of Little Han and the others, Chairman Chung placed a bag of peaches on the table, and said a few words about how hard it was for everyone to work overtime. Then, he pushed open the door and walked into Chairman Chang's office.    

    

"Tonight, a piece of dry land is going to get wet again."    

    

Looking at the dark sky outside, Little Han sighed, "Sigh, I hope that we, Qingshan, can also be nourished by Chairman Chang — oh, no, the heavens will definitely help us. Otherwise, we're all going to die. "    

    

In the office, Chairman Chang, who was also scowling at the Water Vein Map, turned around and his expression changed, "You, why are you here again?"    

    

No. 937: The dragon is not in the abyss    

    

"Damn it, this is your wife." You hardly ever go home these few months. I came to the office to see if there's anything wrong with you. "    

    

As Chairman Chung said this, he grabbed a corner of the cheongsam and gracefully walked over while holding his small waist.    

    

After putting the small thermal container in his left hand on the table, Chairman Chung stretched out his hand to hook Chairman Chang's neck. With a charming look, he said, "It's now a drought, and there's a piece of land that's smoking now. We need Chairman Chang to wet it."    

    

"Go, go."    

    

Chairman Chang immediately opened her hand, stood up from the chair and walked to the other side of the table while complaining, "How many days have you watered this land? How can I have so much rain for you to ask for? Hurry up and go home. I heard that a city leader is coming to inspect us tonight. It's not good if the leaders see you -- "    

    

Chairman Chung sneered and interrupted his husband's words, "Hmph, what's wrong with the Leader seeing this? Although you, Chairman Chang, are the head of drought management, you are my husband. Husband does not come home for months, wife sleeps alone, heart empty, need a man, this is reasonable. No matter how much authority the Leader has, it's fine to control the land under the heavens, but do you still want to control whether the two of us have private lives or not? "    

    

"What are you talking about? "Hai."    

    

Seeing his delicate wife moving closer to him, Chairman Chang could no longer hold it in. He stopped dodging and sighed: "You don't know. Every time you leave, I feel like there's something wrong with the way people look at me. They, they would have guessed what we had done. Or else, your cry is too loud. "    

    

"So what if we can guess? So what if you hear me? "    

    

Chairman Chung continued to sneer. Just as he was about to untie his husband's belt, the window outside suddenly became white.    

    

Then there was a rumble of thunder.    

    

"It's going to rain! It's going to rain!"    

    

Overjoyed, Jack pushed his wife away, threw himself at the window, and looked out.    

    

Coincidentally, another bolt of lightning streaked through the night sky, followed by even louder thunder that rumbled forth.    

    

At this time, all the youths who were in the drought-fighting zone had already run downstairs to the courtyard. They raised their hands to the sky and excitedly shouted, "Go down, go down! I'm going to blossom!"    

    

At this moment, the heavy rain would affect whether Chairman Chang could continue to sit on the throne of the Anti-Drought Office.    

    

The way he said it, it more or less meant bullsh * t.    

    

After all, Chairman Chang was just a human, he wasn't a god. The heavens would decide whether it rained or not.    

    

But this was an indisputable fact.    

    

Therefore, Chairman Chang's concern about whether the rain could fall tonight even surpassed Chairman Chung's concern about not getting pregnant.    

    

After sensing his husband's desire for the heavy rain, Chairman Chung couldn't continue to act coquettishly. He tidied up his qipao, walked to the window with his husband and stretched out his right hand.    

    

When the raindrops fell on her right hand, the cheers from the crowd below became even louder: "It's raining, it's raining!" "Oh, oh!"    

    

"It's raining. It's finally raining."    

    

Chairman Chang was so excited that his face turned red and his body trembled.    

    

Judging by the thickness of the clouds and the unstable wind, if it were to rain, it would be like pouring rain, as if the sky was leaking.    

    

"This time, it won't be like the past few times, just that the noise of the thunder and the raindrops will be smaller, right?"    

    

Chairman Chang mumbled and turned around. Just as he was about to run out of the office and join the crowd downstairs, he heard his wife whisper, "It's a waste. This time, I still can't get up."    

    

Although Chairman Chang never did anything like feudal superstition, he still cared a lot about what his wife said at this moment. It was quite unlucky. He turned around and cursed in a low voice, "Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?"    

    

"Really, this rain won't start, just like the previous times."    

    

Chairman Chung didn't care about being scolded by his husband. He grabbed his arm and said seriously, "If Qingshan wants to receive heavy rain, he will need some time to wait for something to come back."    

    

"What are you doing?"    

    

Chairman Chang was about to scold her, but he suddenly thought of something and his face changed, "You, you went to find that old monk again!"    

    

Chairman Chung didn't say anything and just nodded slightly.    

    

Chairman Chang turned around and grabbed his wife's hand, shaking it with force. He asked urgently, "H-what did he say?"    

    

"If the dragon isn't in the deep abyss, how can there be heavy rain?"    

    

Chairman Chung hesitated for a while before he said that in a low voice.    

    

"If the dragon isn't in the deep abyss, how can there be heavy rain?"    

    

Chairman Chang repeated the sentence in a low voice and jumped out of the window.    

    

Outside, the night sky was still overcast with dark clouds. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The violent winds also howled, as if the sky was about to collapse above the green mountains.    

    

From time to time, faint knocking sounds could be heard from the mountains to the south.    

    

It was the joint department led by the city leader. They were shooting rockets into the sky and carrying out artificial rainfall.    

    

Artificial rainfall is a kind of artificial behavior which is based on the physical characteristics of different clouds and choose the right time to use aircraft and rocket to scatter dry ice, silver iodide, salt powder and other catalysts to make the cloud precipitation or increase the precipitation.    

    

The first few times, when the clouds covered the green hills, the hills began to rain heavily, but the result — it was said that the rain could not even fill the water bottles the members of the rainfall task force drank at the site.    

    

From time to time, raindrops would fall on Chairman Chang's hands.    

    

He could also clearly feel the refreshing feeling that he had not felt in a long time, but his mood was no longer as joyful as before.    

    

The words of his wife echoed in his ears.    

    

In front of his eyes, an illusory image of an esteemed monk with a white beard that fluttered in the wind appeared.    

    

He had never seen the old monk with the pseudonym "Empty".    

    

He didn't want to admit that he was able to sit on the seat of director of drought management and had an irreconcilable relationship with Master Empty.    

    

But in fact …    

    

Slowly, Chairman Chang's thoughts returned to the early part of last year.    

    

In the beginning of last year, the old director of the Anti-Drought Office was going to retire at the end of February, so whoever replaced him as the new director of the Anti-Drought Office became Chairman Chang and others' most concerned about "national affairs".    

    

Although Anti-Drought Office was a Clear Water Yamen, the influence of a head on Qingshan was not even comparable to that of a peddler.    

    

However, no matter what, the head of the yamen was at the level of an official deputy.    

    

He could also be considered the head of the department directly under the city. He was on equal footing with the heads of the departments such as business tax, public security and land — in theory.    

    

Therefore, it was much easier to be the head of drought management than in other departments.    

    

For the gold-plated, drought-fighting is the best springboard to climb.    

    

Therefore, the retirement of the old director would naturally attract the attention of all the active people, and they would also display great ability by sending people to get close relations with each other, hoping to be able to sit on this throne.    

    

Napoleon had said that a soldier who did not want to be a general was not a good soldier.    

    

The same applies to officials from all over the world. A civil servant who does not want to climb the ladder is not a good civil servant.    

    

Chairman Chang, of course, also wanted to be a good civil servant — but he was well aware of the distance between him and the head of drought control.    

    

One, there was no one above him.    

    

Secondly, he was already forty-eight years old this year. He had long since passed this level of officials and was in the prime of his life.    

    

Third, his looks were ordinary, and he only had the ambition to become a nation's representative. After working hard in the government for more than twenty years, he had finally reached a proper level.    

    

IV — In short, Chairman Chang knew very well that no matter who came to compete for the director of drought control, it would be possible, but only he would not.    

    

Since he couldn't do anything, Chairman Chang didn't expect him to eat this cake. Instead, he kept a calm mind and went to and from work every day while others were busy. He put all of his effort into dealing with that tigress at home.    

    

Even though Chairman Chung was a tigress, it didn't mean that she was hot-tempered. It meant that for a woman of her age, the requirement for sex was the era of tigers and wolves.    

    

Chairman Chang remembered very clearly that after he went home on the 8th day of last year, his wife, who went back to a certain city in the northwest to deliver the New Year's gift, came back a few days ago.    

    

After the couple met, Chairman Chung's first question was, do you want to become the director of drought management?    

    

When Chairman Chang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He said that he wanted to, he hoped that Chairman Chung, who only cared for a few cleaners on a certain street, would help him.    

    

"I'm not joking with you. As long as you do as I say, the position of chairman is yours! "    

    

"Bitch, did you get infected by some dirty stuff when you went back home? Did you get a fever and spout nonsense?"    

    

This was Chairman Chang's first reaction at the time. He reached out his hand to touch his wife's forehead.    

    

However, his wife lifted her hand and opened it. She grabbed his collar and viciously said: "Tell me, do you want to or not!"    

    

Lao Chang was completely frightened by his wife's ferocious look. He quickly said, "Of course I want to, whoever doesn't want to be a fool will be the one to do it."    

    

But the question was, who could help him?    

    

Could it be that one of the higher-ups had taken a fancy to his wife--to promote him to head of drought control, in exchange?    

    

If he did, he would rather resign and drown himself in the sea than refuse his hat.    

    

"Bullshit." I've thought about it. "    

    

Chairman Chung's face turned red as he pushed Lao Chang away and said this.    

    

She wanted Lao Chang to go to the southern Black Dragon Valley alone on New Year's Eve, to place a censer at the highest point, and to prostrate himself devoutly to burn incense — not to say anything, and not to think of anything at all, but to endure until the hour of ugliness, when he could return home.    

    

It was New Year's Eve and the coldest time of the year.    

    

Especially in the southern part of Black Dragon Valley, at the highest point of that barren mountain, after kneeling for two hours, wouldn't it be frozen into an ice stick?    

    

Even if he didn't freeze the ice cube, he would be scared to death.    

    

Black Dragon Valley was a rather notorious place in Qingshan.    

    

It was a bad name.    

    

According to the local legend, on the night of the full moon, the people at the foot of the mountain would see black smoke rising from the highest point, and the faint sound of a woman crying could be heard.    

    

There were a few bold young men who had once gone on a full moon night with a pair of sharp weapons in their hands and a powerful flashlight in their hands.    

    

As a result, they were found unconscious on the mountain by their family the next day.    

    

After waking up, even if he beat them to death, they would not say what they saw.    

    

In such a ferocious place, Chairman Chung made Lao Chang, who was not much thicker than a hemp, go there alone on New Year's Eve and kneel for two hours.    

    

This woman, there must be someone on the outside who wants to imitate Pan Jinlian and Xi Menqing and get rid of her husband so that they can legitimately hang out together.    

    

Seeing that Lao Chang refused to go there even if he was beaten to death and was starting to doubt her style, Chairman Chung became anxious. He stomped his foot and shouted, "Lao Chang, if it wasn't for you going to the northwest nine years ago and someone told me that you would have done a lot in the government, would I, as a local Small Yellow Flower, marry you?"