The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Grandma Jiang Yi's hometown is in a small village in Foggy Province.

Jiang Jianru's former hometown was not here, it was only Jiang Yi's wish that she was buried in her hometown after death.

Later, because of the unusual status of this place, the people under his hands used to look at the face of Mr. Jiang and developed this place. Now it is also a famous and wealthy village nearby.

However, due to topographical problems, further development only raises the basic conditions because it is surrounded by mountains and the traffic is not well developed. Only the inside of the mountain has developed into a small town-like village.

In the past, it was very poor.

The old man was going to worship here, and the private guards were all dressed up in plain clothes and followed him, and even Uncle Tao came.

Mr. Jiang's identity is different now. He needs to be protected wherever he goes.

When the plane reached the main city of Foggy Province, the only way to go was to take a bus. The group of people packed a bus, and even Junci was a little dizzy.

Because the road is too far.

The road is rugged and uneven, no wonder the old man reminds them repeatedly.

However, it just made Junci a little uncomfortable, and it was not intolerable.

Jiang Yi is probably used to it, and he doesn't look uncomfortable yet.

After a day's journey, I arrived in the village late at night.

If you stand on the mountain, you can see the whole picture of the village at a glance. Almost all the huts built are one link after another. The neighbors must be familiar with each other, and it is the common type of group building.

"Oh, Uncle Jiang, here comes."

There was someone guarding the entrance of the village. He was a middle-aged man. He was dressed plainly and had the honest temperament of the villagers.

"Ah, Xiao Dunzi."

Elder Jiang still knew each other, and the middle-aged man grinned and said, "Uncle Jiang, my dad is not in good health lately, so he can't come to pick you up, so I replaced him."

When Mr. Jiang heard the words, he immediately cared: "What happened to your father?"

Jiang Yi didn't like to hear their greetings, so he took Jun Ci by the arm and said first: "Grandpa, let's go there first."

Elder Jiang cast a glance at him, "Call someone."

Jiang Yi stopped, looked at the middle-aged man, and called out, "Uncle."

He can hardly remember the name of this person.

The man immediately responded happily, "Xiaoyi should be 21 and 2 this year, right?"

Jiang Yi took Jun Ci and left, leaving their conversation behind.

Along the way, Junci looked at the village houses and tile houses around him, quite a little interesting: "Do you know the road?"

"Come here every year, don't you know?"

There was no light around at this time, and it looked dark. Jiang Yi took out the phone from his arms to turn on the flashlight function, and temporarily illuminated it: "I don't like this place very much."

He was serious.

Yes, after all, he grew up in a place like the imperial capital, and the people he came into contact with were not at the same level as here, and the environment was also different. Although he came once a year, no one here shared a topic with him.

No one saw it, Jiang Yi held Junci's palm with his fingers tightly clasped, with a little joy in his tone: "But this year is different. Anyway, you are with me, and you have to sleep with me tonight."

"Ok?"

"The grandfather in the village built a house, but there are only two houses that can live in, so you can only sleep with me."

When it came to this, Jiang Yi couldn't hide his excitement in his tone.

He hasn't been alone with Jun Ci for a long time.

At the entrance of the village, someone greeted