I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

The next day, Jiang Siming swaggered to Dongfang Su's house early in the morning.

"Wei Xi, let's go, take you to the Great Wall."

"Brother Jiang, I'm coming right away, I'm already wearing socks~"

"Okay, I will sit and wait for you."

As Jiang Siming said, he walked into the room and sat in the living room carelessly.

It happened to see the old man coming out of the room with a blue nose and a swollen face, wearing sunglasses and shaved beard.

When the two ‘enemies’ met, they were extremely jealous.

"Smelly boy, I haven't settled the bill with you yesterday, so you dare to come to my house!"

"Why don't you dare, your beating yesterday deserves it. If it weren't for your granddaughter, I would reverse the case and wash away my grievances, I would have beaten you for nothing."

Jiang Siming fought hard according to reason, and didn't feel guilty at all.

Don't look at Jiang Siming and his group bullying an old man. In fact, Jiang Siming knows very well that this little old man is no ordinary old man.

It doesn't matter at all that a master at the pinnacle of the prefecture level suffers some skin injuries.

Even Dongfang Weixi knew this truth, otherwise he wouldn't laugh so heartlessly.

But Dongfang was so furious, he took off his glasses and said angrily: "Then you can't hit other places? You have to hit the face? Look at me like this, how will you see people when you go to the base?"

Jiang Siming yawned and said nonchalantly: "This has nothing to do with me. You know, fists don't have eyes long, and I don't know it will hit you in the face. You should go to dance square dance with the old ladies. At that time, I fell and you went to the base to say that when nothing happened. Everyone will not doubt it."

"You kin, you wipe it! I can go to you!" Dongfang scolded his mother in solemn anger.

At this time Dongfang Weixi was already dressed and ran out happily.

"Brother Jiang, I'm fine, let's go."

Jiang Siming got up lazily and said, "Okay, walking, today Brother Jiang will continue to take you for fun."

"Hmm!"

Dongfang Weixi immediately took Jiang Siming's arm, and said to Dongfang Su, "Goodbye, grandpa."

He didn't even look at her grandfather.

The two disappeared at home.

Dongfang Su looked at the back of the two and sighed.

Just about to say something sad, a red fruit-shaped thing flew out from outside.

"I don't want to go to the base with a swollen face and eat it."

There was also a light transmission from Jiang Siming from outside.

Holding the fruit, Dongfang Su finally felt a little comfort on his face, and swallowed the fruit decisively.

But after eating, I found that the bruise on my face hadn't disappeared at all.

"Damn it! This kid lied to me again! It must be some laxative to trick me! It's over... Try if you can induce vomiting..."

....

After spending another day with Dongfang Weixi in Kyoto, Jiang Siming had to say goodbye to her and return to Shanghai even though Jiang Siming was reluctant to be innocent and cute.

The wives at home also need to accompany him, besides, he still has a daughter to accompany him.

He wanted to take Wei Xi directly to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year at his house.

But although Xiao Weixi wanted to go, she couldn't bear to watch her grandfather spend New Year's Eve alone, so she had to stay in Kyoto.

Fortunately, Jiang Siming had to come to Kyoto on the New Year's Eve Spring Festival Gala, which gave her a little comfort.

Back home, Jiang Siming had no time to rest, and no time to be a salted fish at home as usual.

As soon as he came back, his wives prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone for him, and asked him to write the Spring Festival couplets.

After all, Jiang Siming had to go to the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast on New Year's Eve, and it is estimated that he would not be back until early in the morning.

Therefore, the Spring Festival couplets must be prepared in advance.

More than that, this year's New Year is the busiest time for Jiang Siming, and he has to visit his more than 20 parents' homes to pay New Year's greetings.

This is still the case of removing all foreign wives.

The maximum number of New Year's greetings during the Spring Festival is fifteen days, which means that Jiang Siming has to arrange the fifteen days clearly.

It can be said that the schedule is very full and there is no free time at all.

Even back to his hometown in Yunnan, he can only stay for a day or two.

Of course, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are also very understanding and supportive.

Who told their son to spend a lot of time with radish and find so many daughters-in-laws, Jiang Siming took all their daughters-in-laws to spend in Yunnan last year, and did not go back until the end of the Lantern Festival.

I have never been to my natal family. I have to go to anything this year.

So this year's New Year, Jiang Siming is busier than ever.

Although Lao Jiang was lazy, at this time he was still able to make sense, and he had to go if he should go.

Seeing that the yard is full of red spring festival couplets, they are all prepared for him.

Jiang Siming stretched out and finally started to do business.

"Pen!" Jiang Siming stretched out his hand, and the wolf pen on the table flew out automatically.

Jiang Siming forgot that there is still a Xinheng Yui at home.

"Oh!" Xinheng Yui's surprised little mouth opened wide, and he looked at the scene in surprise, thinking this is magic or illusion?

Jiang Siming pretended that nothing happened, and hurriedly swung a few words on the paper.

In addition to this family's Spring Festival couplets, he also included the Spring Festival couplets in Yunnan's home, as well as all the couplets from the old wife's mother-in-law's homes. This time he covered them all.

So just to write couplets, you have to write hundreds of them.

After all, you can’t just write one copy for each house. You have to write one copy if the door is written for the back door. Unless you live in a commercial house, you only need to post one copy.

But his mother-in-law and father-in-law are not living in a big villa, and no one lives in a commercial building.

Who is still living in the commercial building is not saying that Jiang Siming has no conscience.

So today, Jiang Siming’s only task is to write all the Spring Festival couplets, and the daughters-in-law are responsible for hanging blessing lanterns, hanging lucky colors and cleaning at home.

By the way, I also bought new clothes for all the pets in the family, and gave them a bath and put on them.

Jiang Siming didn't need to do anything else, just finished writing the Spring Festival couplets.

Of course, for a cultivator like Jiang Siming, this little manual labor is a piece of cake.

What's more, the daughters-in-law also said that they would reward him at night when they finished writing.

As for what the reward is, hey, the old driver knows everything.

From the day to the afternoon, Jiang Siming finished all the spring festival couplets, and then helped his wives to hang up all the couplets to dry.

And contact professional logistics to send these Spring Festival couplets to each home.

Although the express delivery stopped early now, Lao Jiang made a call and let Mr. Shunfeng Wang wave his hand happily to arrange logistics delivery.

After finishing all the Spring Festival couplets and hanging them up at home, Jiang Siming immediately pretended to be very hard, and began to sigh tired.

Lao Jiang has studied this very thoroughly.

This is no, this shout is tired, the daughter-in-laws stretched out their arms and gave him a shoulder and back massage, which was very uncomfortable.

While Jiang Siming was enjoying himself in the house, there was a scream from outside the yard and a sound of entering the water.

Everyone heard the call, it was Xinheng Yui's voice.

Suddenly, everyone rushed out, only to realize that Xinheng Yui accidentally fell into the lake.

Seeing their good sisters fall into the lake, Ishihara and Hashimoto didn't panic too much. Instead, they winked at Jiang Siming and whispered: "Good opportunity! Husband! Go!"

Jiang Siming: "..."