Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

Zhang Haike suddenly became confident: "Put them all in the nutrient chamber and keep supplying nutrients. The cub that absorbs more must be a Qilin cub with a higher bloodline."

The corner of Zhang Qiyuan's mouth twitched. The Zhang family had evolved from the remnants of feudalism to the Zhang family of science fiction blockbusters. He took a sip of juice and said, "Then the education of the Zhang family must also change." Otherwise, what would be cultivated would definitely be an even more cold-blooded killing machine, oh no, a tomb-robbing machine!

"This will definitely change slowly." Zhang Haike naturally saw that Zhang Qiyuan was hesitant to speak. He would never ignore a prophet's words. "What do you think?"

Zhang Qiyuan was chewing taro balls, but stopped chewing after hearing this: "You can't ignore emotional education. A person without emotions, no matter how powerful he is, he won't care about his family or relatives..."

This seems to involve Zhang Haike's blind spot in knowledge: "During prenatal education, should music lessons be included?"

"Another point is that at least the Zhang family can blend in with the crowd when they go out and not stand out too much. I think they need some worldly education." Zhang Qiyuan actually had never raised a child seriously. The two half-baked kids got together and then made the decision on the Zhang family's educational future.

Zhang Haike nodded: "The Zhang family are all good at imitating."

Zhang Qiyuan was speechless: "Do you think the hat-wearing people who catch bad guys are just there to eat?" And imitate? When the Zhang family stood, the muscle density, the footsteps, the walking posture... many things could not be imitated at all.

Zhang Haike noted this, but didn't think it was a big deal: "When we need to contact the outside world, we will send our outsiders."

"Haha, will all the Zhang family members hide in the mountains and forests in the future?" Zhang Qiyuan really thought that the Zhang family was a bunch of deadbeats. "Or they will burrow underground! A bunch of rats!"

Zhang Haike's eyes twitched: "Recently, many domestic funerary objects have been flowing abroad. I bought a lot of them, but many of them are in the hands of foreign collectors. It's not easy to get them."

"Which bastards stole our property?" Zhang Qiyuan frowned. "Those warlords? The Zongzi I brought back was originally undiscoverable, but Old Liu took a newly unearthed vase, which caused a chain reaction and caused Yin Qi to haunt him."

"Just unearthed?" Zhang Haike knew how to get to the point. "Did you bring it back?"

Zhang Qiyuan shook his head: "It's from the Tang Dynasty, not very good looking. Old Liu is a good man, it's good to keep him here."

"These antiques will become less and less." Zhang Haike always felt that his family's property had been lost invisibly. "I plan to hide them directly in our ancient building."

"You don't have to spend money to buy it back, especially from private collectors." Zhang Qiyuan continued to eat the fruit. "You can record it. If you want to take it back, you can just go to the museum to get it. It's just that those museums are a bit difficult to deal with."

Zhang Haike reached out and ate a piece of cake, then picked up the sour plum juice and took a big sip: "Hai Xing is still in Southeast Asia, watching over the military factory, and can't come back for the time being."

Actually, Zhang Haixing was in charge of the canning factory, but ever since he was inspired by Zhang Qiyuan, he has been innovating canned food all day long. Last time, the canned corpse turtles were not successful, so he even went to Yunnan to look for delicious bugs...

It's hard to taste.

Zhang Haike was driven crazy and a little hurt at the same time by the desire to find delicious bugs for Zhang Qiyuan and then can them.

He is the real brother!

The military factory happened to be selecting a site, and Zhang Haixiong, who liked Gatling Bodhisattva, signed up without hesitation. Then he went all the way south from Yunnan, crossed the border, and actually found a suitable address in Southeast Asia.

Mainly, Zhang Haixing met a descendant of the Zhang family.

"Hai Xing met someone of the same clan in the delta." Zhang Haike continued to drink sour plum juice. "They are also descendants of the Xing generation. Unfortunately, the Qilin bloodline in their bodies is very weak, and they have not received the orthodox education of the Zhang family."

Zhang Haike's tone was a little sad and a little nostalgic: "Zhang Qiang, who planted, produced, and smuggled Fushou cream in the Delta, was also an arms dealer. He didn't want to come back, so he asked Hai Xing to send his father's left hand back, saying that this was his father's wish."

"After dying in a foreign land, one finally returns to his roots." Zhang Haike commented calmly.

"Were you sad when your parents died? Zhang Qiyuan." This was the first time Zhang Haike called Zhang Qiyuan's name.

Zhang Qiyuan smiled and said, "What about you? Are you sad?"

Zhang Haike didn't say anything, but after a long while, he said, "The Zhang family doesn't have any extra feelings."

Zhang Qiyuan began to laugh wildly: "Hahahahahaha, idiot! He is a human being and he has emotions! Even the rice dumplings I brought back have emotions! He can get angry! He can get furious! Hahahahaha, are you in your rebellious phase?"

"I said that the Zhang family is the most rebellious. I'm not an outlier. You just hide it very well!" Zhang Qiyuan splashed a handful of water on Zhang Haike's face, "Pretending! If you have nothing to do, do more! You are so hypocritical!"

Zhang Haike got angry and fought back.

The water fight is over.

Zhang Haike still has work to do, and Zhang Qiyuan is not idle either. He needs to personally arrange the rice dumplings that can burrow into the ground that he brought.

This zongzi became famous in the Zhang family. First, he fainted when he looked in the mirror, and then he refused to cooperate in class and escaped by burrowing into the ground.

Fortunately, the Zhang family used the Qimen Dunfa when building the house, otherwise, the zongzi would have really escaped.

Zhang Qiyuan took out a Qingming Pill and stood under a big tree outside the classroom, waiting for something to happen.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the rice dumplings arrived following the smell.

Zhang Qiyuan looked at the blood-red rice dumpling and said, "You are not being honest. You scared my children!"

Zongzi retorted: "Your kids would yell and chop me up when they see me! I'm not stupid."

Zhang Qiyuan leaned against the tree trunk and said, "Tell me your background and why you are in Old Liu's house?"

Zongzi: "I only remember that I was a prince and died young, but my tomb was robbed. When I woke up, I ran away with my coffin."

"Earth escape?" Zhang Qiyuan smacked his lips, "And then escape to Old Liu's house?"

Zongzi: "I found a quiet place and fell asleep again. When I woke up, I smelled a fragrance that attracted me."

Zhang Qiyuan didn't think there was anything in Old Liu's house that was worth this Zongzi's attention. He touched his chin and said, "You don't want to eat Old Liu, do you? So you're squatting at his house."

Zongzi: "...I haven't done it yet. You are very scary, I am hiding very deep, if you find me, give me something delicious, I will follow you back."

Zhang Qiyuan stood up and said, "No matter who you were before, you came to the Zhang family. Congratulations, you have found the oldest tomb-robbing family!"

Zongzi: "...my only coffin has been dismantled."

Zhang Qiyuan snorted: "I heard that you fainted when you looked in the mirror."

Zongzi suddenly twitched: "I...I...I am so ugly!"

It was the first time Zhang Qiyuan saw Zongzi crying, with blood and tears flowing from his two holey eyes. The blood and tears flowed down and were slowly absorbed by the body.