The next day, Jiang Siming swaggered to Dongfang Su's house early in the morning.
"Weixi, let's go. I'll take you to climb the Great Wall."
"Brother Jiang, I'll be here soon, I'm already putting on my socks~"
"Okay, I'll sit down and wait for you."
As Jiang Siming said, he walked into the house and sat in the living room.
I happened to see the old man come out of the room with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He was wearing sunglasses and had his beard shaved off.
As soon as the two 'enemies' met, they became extremely jealous.
"You brat, I didn't even settle the bill with you yesterday. How dare you come to my house!"
"Why don't you dare? You deserved the beating you received yesterday. If your granddaughter and I hadn't overturned the case and cleared my grievances, I would have received your beating in vain."
Jiang Siming argued hard and did not feel guilty at all.
Don't look at Jiang Siming and his gang bullying an old man. In fact, Jiang Siming knows very well that this little old man is not an ordinary old man.
It doesn't matter at all if a master at the top of the earth level suffers some flesh wounds.
Even Dongfang Weixi knew this truth, otherwise he wouldn't have laughed so heartlessly.
But Dongfang was so angry that he took off his glasses and said angrily: "Then you can't hit other places? You have to hit me in the face? Look at me like this, how will I meet people at the base later?"
Jiang Siming yawned and said nonchalantly: "This has nothing to do with me. As you know, fists and feet don't have eyesight, and I don't know if they will hit you in the face. You just go to square dance with the old ladies."
If you fall down, if nothing happens, just go to the base and say so, and no one will doubt it."
"Wipe your kin! I'll fuck you!" Dongfang Su scolded his mother angrily.
At this time, Dongfang Weixi had already dressed and ran out happily and energetically.
"Brother Jiang, I'm fine, let's go."
Jiang Siming lazily stood up and said, "Okay, let's go. Brother Jiang will continue to take you to have fun today."
"Uh-huh!"
Dongfang Weixi immediately took Jiang Siming's arm and casually said to Dongfang Su: "Goodbye, grandpa."
She didn't even look at her grandfather.
The two disappeared from home.
Dongfang Su looked at the backs of the two people and let out a long sigh.
Just as he was about to say something sad, a red fruit-like object flew out from outside.
"I just ate it if I didn't want to go to the base with a swollen face."
There was also a light voice from Jiang Siming outside.
Dongfang Su held the fruit, his face finally felt a little comforted, and he swallowed the fruit decisively.
But after eating, I found that the bruises on my face had not dissipated at all.
"Damn it! This kid lied to me again! This must be some kind of laxative, just to trick me! It's over, it's over...Try if you can induce vomiting..."
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After spending another day with Dongfang Weixi in Kyoto, although Jiang Siming was reluctant to part with the cute and innocent little Weixi, he still had to say goodbye to her and return to Shanghai.
The wives at home also need to be accompanied, and besides, he also has a daughter to accompany him.
He actually wanted to take Weixi directly to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year at his home.
Although Xiao Weixi wanted to go, she couldn't bear to see her grandfather spend New Year's Eve alone, so she had no choice but to continue to stay in Kyoto.
Fortunately, Jiang Siming had to come to Kyoto for the New Year's Eve Spring Festival Gala, which gave her a little comfort.
Back home, Jiang Siming didn't have time to rest or work as a salted fish at home as usual.
As soon as he came back, his wives prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones for him and asked him to write the Spring Festival couplets.
After all, Jiang Siming has to attend the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast on New Year's Eve, and he probably won't be back until early in the morning.
So Spring Festival couplets must be prepared in advance.
Not only that, this year's Chinese New Year is Jiang Siming's busiest time. He has to visit more than 20 of his natal homes to pay New Year greetings.
This is after excluding all foreign wives.
The Spring Festival greetings can only last for fifteen days at most, which means Jiang Siming must arrange these fifteen days clearly.
It can be said that the schedule is very full and there is no free time at all.
Even when I go back to my hometown in Yunnan, I can only stay for a day or two.
Of course, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang are also very understanding and supportive.
Who allowed their son to be so carefree and find so many wives? Jiang Siming took all his daughters-in-law to spend the New Year in Yunnan last year and did not go back until after the Lantern Festival.
I have never been to my parents’ house, so I have to go anyway this year.
So during the Chinese New Year this year, Jiang Siming is busier than ever.
Although Lao Jiang is lazy, he still knows the importance of things at times like this, and he has to go when he has to.
Looking at the piles of red Spring Festival couplets in the yard, they were all prepared for him.
Jiang Siming stretched and finally got down to business.
"Here comes the pen!" Jiang Siming stretched out his hand, and the pen on the table flew out automatically.
Jiang Siming forgot that there was Xinheng Yui at home.
"Oh!" Xinheng Yui opened her mouth in surprise, looking at this scene in surprise, wondering if this was magic or an illusion?
Jiang Siming pretended that nothing happened and quickly wrote something on the paper.
In addition to the Spring Festival couplets at this home, he also took care of all the Spring Festival couplets at the father-in-law's and mother-in-law's homes in Yunnan. This time he took care of them all.
So just to write couplets, I have to write hundreds of them.
After all, you can't just write one for each house. If you write for the front door, you must also write for the back door. Unless you live in commercial housing, you only need to put one.
But which of his mother-in-laws and father-in-laws doesn’t live in a big villa? No one lives in a commercial building at all.
Whoever lives in a commercial building is not saying that Jiang Siming has no conscience.
So Jiang Siming's only task today is to write all the Spring Festival couplets, and the daughters-in-law are responsible for hanging blessing lanterns, hanging auspicious colors and cleaning at home.
By the way, I also bought new clothes for all the pets in the house, bathed them and put them on.
Jiang Siming didn't have to do anything else, just finish writing the Spring Festival couplets.
Of course, for a cultivator like Jiang Siming, this physical labor is a piece of cake.
What's more, the wives also said that they would give him a reward in the evening after he finished writing.
As for what the reward is, hehe, experienced drivers all know it.
Jiang Siming wrote all the Spring Festival couplets from day to afternoon, and then helped his wives to hang them up to dry.
And contact professional logistics to deliver these Spring Festival couplets to various homes.
Although the express delivery has been stopped long ago, Lao Jiang's phone call still made Mr. Shunfeng Wang happily arrange the logistics and delivery with a wave of his hand.
After all the Spring Festival couplets were finished and hung up at home, Jiang Siming immediately pretended to be very hard-working and began to sigh and complain that he was tired.
Children who can scream will get milk. Lao Jiang has studied this truth very thoroughly.
No, as soon as he said he was tired, his wives would stretch out their arms to squeeze his shoulders, back and legs, which was very pleasant.
While Jiang Siming was enjoying himself in the house, there was a scream and the sound of water entering from outside the yard.
Everyone heard the cry, it was Xinheng Yui's voice.
Immediately, everyone rushed out, only to find that Xinheng Yui accidentally fell into the lake.
Seeing their good sisters falling into the lake, Ishihara and Hashimoto did not panic. Instead, they winked at Jiang Siming and whispered: "Good opportunity! Husband! Come on!"