Sword and Magic and Taxi

This is so wrong, am I dreaming?

Zhao Mai shook his head and replied helplessly again: No, Mom, you really didn't dream. Don't pinch yourself or hit me on the head anymore. And I guarantee that when you wake up tomorrow morning, I can do it with just a phone call. Appear before you with these people as they are. By the way, we are not ghosts either. Ghosts cannot shine on the sun, and there are no shadows under our feet, right?

Yes! That's right. Mom slapped Zhao Mai on the head again: Where is my granddaughter!?

Take her back to sleep. Let's talk here and let her have a good rest. Zhao Mai patted his mother's hand and used the power of nature to help her adjust her body and slowly calm down. Being too happy is not good for your health. She also needs sleep at this time.

You two, help mom go back to sleep. Zhao Mai glared at his younger brothers and sisters. The two guys with basic psychic powers are very easy to do their homework, and their physical fitness has also improved accordingly, so Zhao Mai is not afraid to use them. After all, the two young men had no choice but to temporarily accept oppression for the sake of more advanced skills.

But things can't go away so easily, and there is a dad who knows everything. He pushed up his glasses, put down the newspaper clippings and passport in his hands, and said in a calm tone: Where is the master you talked about last time? Didn't you study medicine in the mountains?

Zhao Mai had already prepared a draft: If I were like me before, it would be embarrassing to go abroad. I have to learn something first, right? It's relatively backward over there, and it's easier to learn medical skills and interact with the locals. Of course, what I mean is It’s not about being a witch doctor.”

Father Zhao sighed, glanced at Xiaohua who was covering her mouth and snickering, and reluctantly compromised: Forget it, you won't tell the truth when I ask you, just think I believe it! How can a black man still be in Africa? Can’t see you? You kid must have done something bad! Count the days, when did you get this child? If you don’t want to complete your work well, you will only get into trouble!

Having a child but not raising it is called getting into trouble... Zhao Mai scratched his head: Are the stories I saw all fake? Don't grandparents like their grandchildren very much when they see them? How can you describe it as getting into trouble?

I understand what your kid is planning. Don't try to sway me! Your granddaughter has inherited my Zhao family's genes. Of course she is very cute. You are the troublemaker! Father Zhao said with obvious partiality.

Theoretically, Zhao Mai has lost his excellent Zhao family gene, so he can't talk back.

Is the little one called Qiqi or Qiuqiu? Dad Zhao asked, Has she registered as a registered permanent residence?

My first name is Zhao Qi, and my nickname is Qiuqiu. It's the other way around... that's okay too. Zhao Maihan was about to get down, why didn't his mother ask, instead he asked his father instead. Shouldn't it be a scene of being disciplined? I was really unprepared for this sudden change to an interrogation. I'm still unmarried, how can I register for residence?

Hmph, you troublemaker! There are six girls back this time. Except for Qiuqiu who can't speak, four of them call me daddy and one calls me master. How do you think you should handle it?

Zhao Mai stretched out his legs and began to show off his best skill - playing rogue. Anyway, the country has no objection. What you say doesn't matter. Just leave it alone.

Idiot, I want to help you! Dad Zhao said: The country has no objection, but the law does not allow it! You must not try to trick me, such as changing your nationality or something, I will break your legs! I just Can I sell my old face and write to you to see if I can solve these problems?

The street office has no control over my matter. Even if you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau or the Public Security Bureau, they won't be able to control it.

There are always relevant departments in charge, so don't worry about it. Father Zhao waved his hand and said domineeringly.

Couldn’t the relevant departments be the relevant ministries and commissions? Zhao Mai only knew that his father studied geology. He used to run outside all year round, but now he just sits in the office to recuperate, drinking tea and reading newspapers. Why does it sound like he knows the relevant ministries? Is he also an underground party? But how to ask? Is it possible that he also said: You are always an insider?

What are you going to do next? Do you have a place to live? Do you have enough money to spend?

We have made arrangements, so don't worry. For the time being, we will rent a hotel suite to live in, and we will buy a house step by step. Zhao Mai did not dare to say that he lived in a car, nor could he say that he lived in a spaceship. Will definitely be killed. I'm not short of money now, really. I have enough money to bankrupt the United States.

Blow you to death! Zhao's father frowned and asked Zhao Mai to come closer - in fact, no matter how close he was, everyone could hear what he was saying - he lowered his voice and said, You were a part-time helper before, but you You also have to find a regular job to support your family. I didn’t care about you before, but you can’t play around anymore.”

Yeah, yeah. Finally returning to the familiar rhythm of his father educating his son, Zhao Mai knew that he only needed to nod in agreement. Dad, can we talk about it in a month? They are on summer vacation, and I am on vacation now. I just want to take them to see the great mountains and rivers of the motherland, so let us have fun first!

That's fine, so as not to seem like your mother and I are being unkind, you can just have some fun first. Do you have money or not?

Zhao Mai rolled his eyes - but at least this level was passed.

There were suddenly so many people in the house, so it naturally seemed a bit crowded, and everyone took seats wherever they could. Zhao Mai stepped on the overfed food reserves and rubbed its belly. While chatting with his father, Duojian came over. She smiled and nodded to the head of the family, and then said to Zhao Mai: I saw something strange, please confirm it.

Satiri and the child were in a quiet bedroom. Zhao Mai's mother occupied the children's bedroom to sleep, so everyone else was in the study. Zhao Mai thought for a while and asked: What, you mean those stones that my dad found? There is no gold in them.

You'd better come and take a look. Duojian insisted.

Which piece do you like? If you like it, just take it. Father Zhao also stood up and continued to scold Zhao Mai: You, you, you know gold. There are many things in the world that are more valuable than gold. Yes, you have to have good eyesight to see it.”

Well, well, yes. Zhao Jin walked into the study (exorcise) room where he used to get into trouble and get beaten.

There is a glass museum cabinet installed on one wall of the study room. Various stones are placed in the grids inside, with labels indicating the time of discovery and description of the types of stones. Zhao Mai has watched it many times since he was a child and knows it by heart.

Following Duojian's hand, Father Zhao looked at it: Haha, you are so interesting. That is a piece of crystal, very turbid and worthless. I kept it because it was dug out from the inside of a dinosaur fossil. It’s like a stone in my stomach.”

Zhao Mai frowned and took out the crystal from the cabinet. The crystal is not big and can be held in one hand. It is a mixture of yellow, white and brown, and there are small stones with impurities in it. It is indeed worthless. But with his eyesight, he had already noticed something was wrong. Among the mottled impurities, he saw a black magic dragon shell the size of a fingernail.