Only when you are awakened can I talk to you."

Yang Xiuming asked slowly: "Brother, when you burned my corpse for me, what was not burned in the sinkhole?"

"An Xian Qin token was finally obtained by the Jiang family."

Yang Xiuming let out a sigh of relief, this is the real big brother.

"Brother, where are you now?"

"Lao San, I can't say yet. Anyway, just wake up."

After saying that, Yang Xiuqing returned to normal and left slowly.

Yang Xiuming was speechless and embarrassed for her sister-in-law...

Early the next morning, the whole family had breakfast.

The father shouted: "Fourth brother, go quickly and buy more."

Yang Xiuchun immediately agreed, took the money and ran out.

He ran to the bakery next door and bought a basket of bread.

Then everyone's breakfast is milk bread.

Yang Xiuming was speechless. The man who made his own steamed buns did not eat his own steamed buns, but ate the bread from next door...

But after eating a piece, let alone say, it is delicious, indescribably soft and tender, and so fragrant.

Eat one more piece.

While eating, Yang Xiuming observed silently and discovered something.

Not only is the eldest brother absent, but the fourth brother and fifth sister are also stand-ins.

No wonder after my memory came back, I felt that my four brothers and five sisters were no longer as close as before.

I thought they had grown up and become estranged from me.

It turned out to be all fake...

But, how old are they to join the Tibetan God Sect? Isn’t this sect too thirsty?

Only parents, second brother, his wife, and their children are real relatives.

Alas, Yang Xiuming sighed.

My parents and my second brother couldn't practice in Yinzhou City. I didn't expect that in the new world, they still wouldn't be able to practice.

Always an ordinary mortal...

The next day, Yang Xiuming got up, took a deep breath, and went to work.

Come to school, be a glorious physical education teacher, and teach military killing techniques...

Boring and uninteresting.

There are many teachers and students in the school, but they are not related to Yang Xiuming. Only two people have intersection with him.

One is my good friend Zhu Jian, and the other is the dean of the school, Lao Du.

This old guy, has he reached menopause? He likes to stare at Yang Xiuming and find faults.

Yang Xiuming wanted to slap her to death!

But, I endured it.

After returning home from get off work, Yang Xiuming shouted:

"Fourth brother, come here and press my feet.

Lao Wu, come and give me a shoulder massage!"

These are not real people, they are terrible slaves.

They all came over to give me a massage.

The puppets were obedient and came to serve Yang Xiuming one by one.

Very comfortable.

After pressing the button for a while, Yang Xiuming got up, looked at his father and asked casually:

"Where's my dad?"

In this world, his father Yang Xiuming is called Dad.

Mother replied: "Where else can I go? I'm studying at the bakery next door!"

"Go and ask the old man to come back. He doesn't do any work at home and goes to the bakery every day.

We run a steamed bun shop, if this continues, who will come to buy steamed buns from us?"

Yang Xiuming thought about it and went to his neighbor's store.

Next to Yang Xiuming's home, Yang Kee, there is a Julilai Cake Shop, which specializes in whole wheat sliced ​​bread.

At first, the two families competed, but later his father, Yang Dejun, simply surrendered and sent his fourth son over every morning to buy bread for breakfast.

Yang Xiuming wandered to Julilai Cake Shop.

Julilai Cake Shop is not big, and the owner is an old man who calls himself Mr. Generous.

A bread seller is called Dafang, so he must be very stingy.

Sure enough, that is really the master who doesn't give up a penny.

Pushing open the store, Yang Xiuming walked in.

Sure enough, the old father is here, playing chess with Mr. Dafang.

His face was dripping with sweat and his face was red. It looked like he had lost, and he was so anxious that he wanted to hit someone.

"Dad, my mother called you home for dinner!"

"What's the meal for? It's only what time, I won't go back!"

When I saw that my old father had lost, he was so angry that he almost threw the chessboard.

"Dad, this is what you said. I told mom that you won't go back!"

Yang Xiuming's words had a vaguely threatening tone.

Thinking of his wife's furious appearance, Yang Dejun shuddered.

"Son, come and help me play the next set. I'll go back and take a look."

Yang Xiuming walked over and took a look, chess looked very simple.

"Okay, I'll help you with the next set. You should go back quickly, otherwise everyone will have a hard time tonight."

Yang Dejun bid farewell to Mr. Dafang.

Mr. Dafang is a fat old man. He is not tall and looks like a birthday boy. He just sneers.

"Go ahead and let me educate your son.

You and your family are all stinky chess bastards. If I don’t deal with you, I will really be sorry for my reputation as a generous chess master."

The old man is quite crazy!

Yang Xiuming sat down and started playing chess with the old man.

It rained heavily, and Yang Xiuming also began to sweat.

It looks very simple, why is this chess so difficult?

This is a loss!

Yang Xiuming couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Brothers, where are they?"

Suddenly Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang arrived.

"Help, I'm going to lose!"

“Brother, you are such a waste, you can’t even do this?

You can't even win against an old country man, I'm really ashamed of you!"

"Stop talking nonsense, come and help!"

Then, lost!

"Old man, give it another try. I shouldn't lose. My car didn't go right in the end."

Mr. Dafang laughed loudly and said:

“You’re both good at cooking and fun-loving, so come again!”

Then, Yang Xiuming lost again!

"I don't believe it, try it again!"

This time, the three of them gathered their strength and fought against the old man.
To be continued...