Zhang Ruisong listened to his daughter's words with black lines on his face, "Girl, it's not my father who wants to hit you, don't think about the civil service exam, we will definitely not be able to pass the home economics trial."

The state didn't even send me an ID card! ”

When Zhang Xingzu heard his father mention this, he immediately pouted and asked, "You haven't registered me yet, have you?"

Are we a black family? ”

Zhang Ruisong stretched out three fingers awkwardly, "To be precise, it is a black household, and our ancestors and grandchildren can't make up an ID card for three generations." ”

Zhang Xingzu covered his face, "Beautiful!" You're really my real father!

I would like to ask, as the head of the family, have you ever thought about solving this problem? ”

Zhang Ruisong is positive, "I have thought about it, money can make ghosts grind." I'm going to take you to fight this time, first, to practice your skills, and secondly, I also want to get a few famous weapons in exchange for some money, so that we can get an account. ”

Let's go! It seems that his father is not dead yet!

Zhang Ruisong said again, "I think so, the patriarch is in good health, but his memory has not improved much.

He said he could remember some of the places he had visited, and I thought I would go with him.

But I've been hesitating because I don't worry about leaving yourself at home, but this time!

You seem to be pretty good, so Daddy decided to take you along, how about it? I don't feel impressed! ”

Zhang Xingzu, hehe, she said, why did my father inexplicably want to let her fight.

The feeling is to check whether she is dragging the oil bottle or not, if she doesn't perform well this time, it is estimated that she will be thrown down by these two unscrupulous guys.

It didn't matter if Daddy didn't come back, she could take care of herself anyway, but she was reluctant to leave her dear eldest nephew.

It's her ATM, her arsenal, and her bank of skills!

Whether she can cultivate Jackie Chan Aotian in the future can all count on him!

Zhang Ruisong's efficiency is still good, he asked his daughter for a golden ball and went out for two days, and when he came back, he brought back a household registration book and two ID cards.

Before he went to apply for a hukou, the servants discussed the issue of names, Zhang Qiling's name was too sensitive, and he was afraid that those who arrested the patriarch would find them through the clues of the hukou.

So simply say let the patriarch change his name.

Zhang Qiling didn't care, but he firmly rejected Zhang Ruisong's proposal to name him.

He was just bored and not without aesthetics, so he asked Zhang Ruisong to name his cute little girl Xingzu, and he didn't want to know what name this thing would give him.

The little girl was quite interested, after all, her eldest nephew could be called a god by thousands of rice, and now that she had a chance to name the god, of course she wanted to give it a try.

Listening to her father say that Zhang Qiling should be a sea character generation, Zhang Xingzu found out the ocean chapter from her set of 100,000 whys!

From shrimp, sea urchins, anemones, rainbows, to seals, sea lions, dolphins, walruses, seahorses, petrels, seagulls, sea snakes, nudibranchs!

Zhang Qiling shook his head and was about to shake into a silkworm chrysalis!

Zhang Ruisong couldn't laugh anymore, his daughter completely inherited his name, each of these names is quite appetizing, all seafood!

Then I heard the little girl's crazy voice, "Hey! Big nephew, you're going too far!

If you don't like it, you don't like it, how can you scold people?

I'm your sister-in-law, an elder?

Don't think that if you don't speak, I won't know that you scold me!

Hey, don't go! ”

Zhang Ruisong quickly slipped away when he saw the girl jumping to her feet, there are a total of 3 people in the family, in fact, his status is the lowest.

Especially when these two quarreled, it was easy for him to hurt the pond fish at the scene.

It's not that the patriarch wants to practice with him, or the girl doesn't cook!

In the end, Zhang Qiling's own name, Zhang Renbo!

He said that he seems to remember a very gentle voice that kept calling him Rinpo.

At this time, Zhang Qiling's memory was incomplete, and it was not until he found his memory later that he realized that Rinpo was the Tibetan word for treasure.

His hazy memory was the voice of his mother Baima before he was brought back to Zhang's house.

But fortunately, this name is only used on the ID card, and when others introduce him, they will still say Zhang Qiling, otherwise I am afraid that the great god will also blush.

After getting the ID card, they are ready to go out, but fortunately, this time there is Zhang Xingzu, a plug-in, they can bring a lot of things.

And since the little girl revealed that the things in the virtual space would not deteriorate, Zhang Ruisong stalked and asked the little girl to make a lot of food and put it in it.

Zhang Qiling also actively went up the mountain to hunt a lot of prey.

The stuffy god didn't even need to speak, Zhang Xingzu could clearly know whether this product wanted to be braised or steamed.

Zhang Ruisong complained more than once, just because of the little girl's skill of reading spiritual machines, his family patriarch became less and less talkative.

He now wants to communicate with the patriarch and asks his daughter to be a translator, and those two always look like they are useless.

It's really speechless, he is out of place in this family because he is not perverted enough!

At this time, it has only been more than ten years since the reform and opening up, and the cars in remote areas are still too eye-catching, and they are not only trains but buses along the way.

The little girl went out for the first time, and at first she was still enjoying the surrounding scenery with great interest.

But as the trip became longer and more boring, she gradually lost interest!

Except for the occasional get-out of the car, I basically spend my time sleeping.

After a long journey of more than half a month, they finally arrived at their destination, Golmud City, Qinghai Province.

Zhang Xingzu remembered that there seemed to be a sanatorium here, which was a special building with a name and surname, which had a lot to do with the plot.

After they arrived in Golmud, they first found a hotel to stay in, and then Zhang Ruisong began to go out day and night.

After three consecutive days, it was finally determined that the sanatorium had been emptied, so Zhang Qiling and Zhang Xingzu were called to visit the ghost building at night.

The sanatorium is not too far from the hotel where they live, and although there are many alleys around, there doesn't seem to be any one living there.

At night, there is a strange silence all around.

The wall here is not very friendly to Zhang Xingzu, who is only one meter high, and her father lifted him to the wall before turning over and jumping into the yard.

The yard is full of dry weeds, and although the three-story building is not old, it also gives people a very dilapidated feeling.

The servants did not break the lock of the main entrance, and climbed into the lobby of the small building through the carved window on the side.

The lobby was empty, and it used to be home to some furniture, but it had long since been emptied.

Zhang Ruisong took a sip, "These grandsons are still moving quite quickly, does the patriarch remember anything?" I rescued you from here half a year ago. ”

Zhang Qiling shook his head, turned on his flashlight and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The staircase on the second floor had been sealed, and Zhang Qiling touched the cement with new traces thoughtfully.

Zhang Ruisong frowned and asked, "Do you want to smash it open?" I remember it used to be a ward! ”

Zhang Qiling shook his head again, "All the materials here are ordinary experimental materials, and the group of people who came back from Xisha should be on the third floor." ”

Zhang Ruisong was immediately pleasantly surprised, "Patriarch, did you remember?" ”

Zhang Qiling snorted, "It's only partial, about here!" ”

Zhang Ruisong smiled bitterly, "I'd rather you didn't remember it, this is not a good memory!" ”

Zhang Qiling took out the dagger and continued to go up to the third floor, and when he walked past Zhang Ruisong, he said softly, thank you!