Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

"Ding Dong, a guest has arrived."

"Hello, welcome, how long will you stay, guest?"

Zhang Jingzhi said without raising his head, anyway, those who come here are illegal residents.

Yes, he is an illegal boss, and he makes a lot of money.

Even though I'm an illegal resident, I still want to live here peacefully, so of course I'll look for a place with great scenery.

As for the price, haha, it’s either RMB or renminbi.

RMB means paying more money and Zhang Jingjing will protect your safety, of course within the hotel. Once you go out, Jingjing will not be in charge.

As for the people, if they don't want to pay, Zhang Jingjing will hand them over to the policeman in exchange for small changes.

Haven’t you seen the rows of banners on the wall? People’s Hero, Good Citizen, Good Boss, Good People, these are all medals of honor.

Zhang Jingjing: !!!!!! This is the kingdom I built.

Zhang Qilin knocked on the desk at the front desk out of habit, and then touched the lucky cat that moved by itself.

When Jingzhi heard it, he found out that he was the big money sponsor and the patriarch of the clan.

He jumped up in an instant.

"Chief, please go sit over there for a while. I will make you some noodles right away."

Jingjing went to the kitchen and heard some banging sounds.

Zhang Qilin looked towards the kitchen with gentle eyes.

When he came out of the Zhang family's ancient building, he felt empty in his heart when he saw the deserted clan land. He was the only one left in the Zhang family, and they were all free.

At this moment, a person appeared in a room.

Zhang Jingjing was extremely happy when he saw the clan leader.

No one talked to him in these three years, and it was really hard for him.

Talking to oneself is almost going crazy.

A person's motivation is very sufficient. He learned how to farm, learned the Zhang family's martial arts, and also learned how to kill people. He sneaked down the mountain to buy some things and encountered bandits, hooligans, and the locust army.

The first time I killed someone, I lost control and fell flat on my face, luckily avoiding the bullet.

Later he didn't know what to do anymore, like he was schizophrenic.

When I woke up, the ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and I was crying and laughing like a fool.

Later he got used to it.

In the second year, the system left him with the strongest system in a hotel and left.

Zhang Jingzhi was speechless without saying a word. How much the system disliked him.

That's it, opening a hotel in these times is courting death.

Either they are bandits or warlords, or they are warlords who open shops. I think the system looks very much like a shop.

No wonder he runs so fast.

However, the good thing is that this hotel is portable, so how can it not be considered a personal space?

It is much more convenient for him to go out and buy things, and he wants to put everything he sees into his pocket.

He can put the hotel wherever he wants, and in this hotel, he is invincible.

He was very satisfied with this.

In the third year, he finally waited for the patriarch.

When he went out at this time, he didn't feel that the top of his head was stronger than a cannonball.

I can still resist bullets, but I really can’t resist artillery shells.

In addition to cleaning up the Zhang family's land, he also reinforced the Zhang family's institutions.

Sure enough, this organization gave him a sufficient sense of security.

He added a lot himself.

The most important thing is that a lean camel is bigger than a horse in the Zhang family, and he has a high enthusiasm for learning.

If you don’t learn, you will really die, so just learn until you die.

Occasionally when he saw a group of five locust soldiers coming down the mountain, Zhang Jingjing would start sharpening his knives to send them home to see the fireworks, oh, no, to see their hometown.

There are too many people, and he will die if he is shot.

After finally seeing the clan leader, Zhang Jingjing saw that the sky was already bright.

The clan leader, Zhang Qilin, is a living person. He can speak, move, and frown.

Zhang Qilin looked at the land full of potatoes and corn and fell into deep thought.

Zhang's Farm!!!!

Zhang Jingjing surrounded the clan leader, crying and laughing.

Finally, the patriarch, who couldn't bear it any longer, put a finger to his head.

"Who am I and what is going on here?"

Zhang Jingjing took out a notebook.

"Everything you want to know is here, Patriarch."

Zhang Qilin took the notebook and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Zhang Jingzhi shook his head, "I am your crazy fan."

Zhang Qilin: ……

He knows what kind of fans are brainless fans, and they sound not smart.

Zhang Qilin stopped looking at him, feeling that he might be easily killed.

He only remembered his own name and that they were gone.

His mind was empty.

Zhang Jingzhi didn't care. He dragged the living patriarch to the kitchen, pushed him into a chair, and let him read a book while he watched him cook.

Oh my god, people are watching him cook.

Sure enough, his practice was still not enough. Zhang Jingjing understood why the Zhang family members didn't like to talk. They were just feeling depressed.

The inner activities must be very active.

Because that's what he is.

Zhang Jingzhi had no discomfort with this body. He felt that he might have been a member of the Zhang family in his previous life.

So there's no point in being shy.

Mine, all mine!!!

Under the firelight, Zhang Qilin looked at the records in the book and felt as if he was in another world.

He became the patriarch in order to find his mother.

As a result, he became the tribe leader, suffered from permanent amnesia, his tribe members were free, and he fell into a pit. Well, it seems that his previous self was not very smart.

A depressed Zhang Qilin looked at Zhang Jingjing cooking and felt that he was hungry too and needed to eat more.

"Red-braised pork, cured chicken legs, cured duck, mapo tofu, vermicelli stuffed cabbage, smashed cucumber, rice, clan leader, let's just eat something simple first."

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

For the first time, I had a new understanding of simplicity.

But when he ate the meat, Zhang Qilin felt that Zhang Jingjing was a talent. The rice and the dishes were delicious. The two young men finished all the dishes and rice.

Firewood rice is delicious.

In fact, the Zhang family members all have big appetites.

When there is no food, eat less, and when there is food, eat more.

This is the Zhang family’s code of life.

Fortunately, the Zhang family members all have strong stomachs.

There is nothing left after eating, and nothing can be done well.

In addition to Feng Shui, there is also the matter of going to the fields and making rice dumplings. If they do not look good, they have no merit.

At least that’s what Zhang Jingzhi thought. But he doesn’t have to worry about the future anymore because he has a job as a hotel owner.

After dinner, Zhang Jingjing pushed the clan leader over to take a shower. He had been searched for three years.

When he came out, he was whipped by pomelo leaves and had to jump over a fire basin.

"Bad luck dissipates, good luck comes, peace and safety, fire drives away evil spirits."

Wearing new clothes and with very light beating force, Zhang Qilin's eyes softened a lot when he looked at Zhang Jingjing.

He asked again.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"There have always been spirit guardians in every generation, but it's a shame that the clan leader has only one spirit guardian like me by his side."

Zhang Jingzhi pulled him to look at it from time to time. It was a perfect fit, the clothes were just right.

As the light of the setting sun shone down, the two of them seemed to be connected.

A big bowl of seafood noodles came in front of Zhang Qilin, bringing his thoughts back and giving his life an anchor.