Although Ding Changsheng is a newborn calf and not afraid of tigers, he is not a fool. Through more than half a year of official experience, he has gradually learned the saying: A man can bend and stretch, so when he should pretend to be a grandson, it is also a way to survive.

Ding Changsheng waited at the door for about ten minutes, and saw a soldier coming out. He asked the guard and then looked at Ding Changsheng. Only then did Ding Changsheng realize that he was coming to find him, so he hurried forward.

"Are you Ding Changsheng?" The soldiers were serious and serious, and Ding Changsheng's smile on his face and his butt was touched. Only then did he realize that this was not Haiyang County, but the provincial party committee's family courtyard, and the place where the most powerful people in Central and Southern Province live, so he quickly calmed down his trance.

"Yes, I am Ding Changsheng, may I ask you..."

"Follow me."

Before Ding Changsheng could finish his questions, he got stuck in a word. Ding Changsheng had no choice, so he quickly returned to the car and picked up the four ceramic jars that were not thrown away, and followed behind happily.

The soldier looked at Ding Changsheng and said nothing, but his expression was very obvious. You, a kid, would give this thing.

Ding Changsheng didn't dare to look around, but the soldier didn't talk to him, but this did not prevent Ding Changsheng's eyes from spinning. This was a very old courtyard in the era, but the biggest feature was that the greening was very good. The whole color of Fatong covered the main road of the entire courtyard. But now it is winter, and the leaves have fallen, so the sun shines on the road, and there are basically no leaves on the road, and they are cleaned up.

From time to time, there were five or six armed police officers in neat rows patrolling, which showed that the guards here were tight. There were no high-rise buildings here, they were all small villas. From the outside, they looked old and mottled, but they looked quaint. It is said that this family compound was established in the 1950s and 1960s, but the first generation of owners here were not the current provincial party committee members, but the Soviet experts at that time. Such situations were everywhere across the country.

"It's here, you can wait here for a while." Following the soldiers, he walked to the main entrance of a villa. The soldiers said that Ding Changsheng was used to this style of being a silencer, so he didn't say anything. He just stood there, looking at the door sign of the villa. It was Villa No. 7. Zhong Fengyang was the number three person in Central and Southern Province. How could he live in Villa No. 7? He thought to himself that these thoughts of being officials were really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The soldiers knocked on the door, and saw Zhonghua stretching his head out and looking out. At first glance, he saw Ding Changsheng looking at the door with four clay jars. So he smiled slightly, waved his hand, and signaled Ding Changsheng to go in. Zhonghua looked at the soldiers again. Only then did the soldiers reach out and take over the things from Ding Changsheng's hand. Grandma, you didn't help me carry them all the way. What good people would you do? So he smiled, avoided his hand that he reached out, and carried a few jars into the door.

"Uncle, Ding Changsheng is here to greet you." Ding Changsheng was stunned as soon as he entered the house. This seemed to be a family gathering, but it was basically women. The only men were Zhonghua and Zhong Fengyang. Ding Changsheng was the third man in the house.

He looked so unceremonious, but now it was too late to regret not handing the jar to the orderly soldiers at the door. Facing so many people in the room, Ding Changsheng smiled, but this smile was even worse than crying. At this time, he could not be stage frightened, he could only bite the bullet and go on.

"Oh, Xiao Ding is here, come here, come and sit here." Zhong Fengyang saw Ding Changsheng's embarrassment, but he liked such young people. It can be seen that even though he was a secretary for his nephew, his honest and simple expression did not change at all.

Ding Changsheng also came to his senses, so he gently placed a few jars of wine on the carpet, walked quickly to a place two steps away from Zhongfengyang, and then said in a deep voice: "Old man, the younger generation of Ding Changsheng is here to wish you a happy New Year. I wish you good health and good health forever." He knelt respectfully on the carpet and knocked to the carpet with his serious attitude, and no one in the room could laugh.

"Haha, you kid, you still play this trick, get up quickly." Zhong Fengyang was also moved by it. This was his rule to greet New Year's greetings at that time. In the past few decades, no one has kowtowed him.

"Old man, today I will not call you Secretary Zhong for the New Year. We all have to kowtow to our elders on the morning of the first day of the New Year. You are my elder today, not Secretary Zhong, so don't blame me."

"Haha, you monkey, get up quickly and sit here." Zhong Fengyang was very happy today. The fainting of the New Year almost killed him. Now he is becoming more and more aware that health is the premise of everything. Without health, everything else will be useless. Without health, no matter how powerful you have, you will eventually lose it. So Ding Changsheng's words wishing him good health and eternal health did indeed mean that he was in his heart.

"Changsheng, what are you holding?" Zhonghua walked over and kicked several clay jars on the ground and asked.

"Good thing, this is the medicinal wine that my grandfather has been running for more than ten years. He only got up this morning and brought it to Secretary Zhong specifically. It is said that it is very effective in treating hypertension and coronary heart disease," said Ding Changsheng.

"Just talk nonsense. I knew it would be effective when I got up this morning?" Zhonghua asked disbelief.

"Hehe, I don't know either. My grandfather said it will have some effect anyway."

"Your grandpa? Isn't there no one in your family?"

"I just recognized this morning. We were still spending the New Year together," Ding Changsheng said with a wink at Zhonghua.

"Wangjiashan, that petitioner?"

"Leader, I said that they are not petitioning now, and the old man is now open-minded, so he is still treating the villagers. Last night, he was holding me to give me medical skills."
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