Zhenhua was stunned and couldn't help but want to laugh again.

This couplet seems to be incompatible with Song Jiacai’s couplet!

Zhenhua couldn't refuse the customer's request. He held back his laughter and wrote a couplet for Song Rengui and sent him home.

After Song Rengui left, Zhenhua and his sister Chunlan helped their mother with housework, cleaned the front and back of the house, killed chickens and geese, made small glutinous rice and lantern festivals, and made noodles and meat balls. They were busy.

The coal stove was born early, with old hens and ribs stewed on it, the aroma mixed with hot steam, and the huddling was filled with this farmhouse.

There is a very strange rule in Dongwan Village. On New Year’s Eve, you don’t eat in the morning, no meal at noon, only meat.

Zhenhua asked my father why there was such a rule?

My father is not an old master, so he cannot explain it according to classics, but he just guessed: "In the past, people were very poor and could not afford to eat meat all year round, so I could eat enough at one time during the Chinese New Year!"

Zhenhua nodded, feeling that it could barely explain the past.

At noon, Cuihong served four large bowls of stewed hens and ribs, and invited the whole family to have a meal.

Zhenhua sat on the table, swallowed it voraciously, ate the bowl cleanly, and added another bowl. Anyway, I can eat it with my stomach for the Chinese New Year. I stewed an old hen weighing six kilograms at home, and added three kilograms of ribs, so I couldn't finish it.

As soon as the second bowl was lifted, Zhenhua heard a loud clamor on the road behind the house.

Dad Zhao Chenghai listened and said, "It's Song Rengui's voice!"

My mother Cuihong also listened and frowned, "It's Song Jiacai's voice."

Chunlan's ears are the best, and she said, "It's Song Rengui and Song Jiacai who are quarreling!"

Zhenhua pushed his job: "I'll go and see what's going on."

Zhenhua came out of the back door and went straight to the road behind the house. He found that the threshing farm in front of Song Rengui's house was lively.

Song Jiacai took off his jacket. In the winter, he was bare-shirted, holding a shoulder pole in his hand, and shouted viciously at his uncle: "Old thing, I will send you back today and let you go to the King of Hell for the New Year!"

Song Rengui was picking up a shovel in his hand and also stared at him: "You little dog, I will send you back to your mother's belly today. Your mother gave birth to a toad, and she is better than you!"

The villagers in the second group were all trying to fight, lying between the Song family’s uncle and nephew, blocking the left and right.

Many villagers from the three groups and one group also came, and they all gathered to watch the fun and persuaded them a few words.

Zhenhua also walked over, watching the fun and inquire about the situation in the crowd.

The big shovel in Song Rengui's hand was taken away by the villagers, and Song Jiacai's shoulder pole was also removed.

But the uncle and nephew did not give up and continued to scold each other, jumping high, just like fighting a cock.

Song Rengui pointed at Song Jiacai, jumped and shouted:

"My fellow villagers judged me. I blamed me if I couldn't get a wife. I posted a pair of doors on the door, saying that this year it was already twenty-five, and my pants were rotten and no one would make up for it! I'll make up for your mother. You're lazy all day and can't make a penny. Whose girl married you when she was blind??"

Song Jiacai yelled at the onlookers:

"Okay, I'll let everyone judge. This old guy relies on me to support him all year round, and he drinks and plays mahjong, which ruins a family like this. If this old guy hadn't dragged me down, I would have been married long ago and my children would have played soy sauce! What kind of door I put on is my own business. The old guy laughed at me and also posted a door on his door, saying that if I want someone to make up my pants, I have to wait twenty-five more! I don't have to wait twenty-five anymore, I'll take his life today!"

Only then did the villagers know the reason for the quarrel between the Song family and the nephew. They held their stomachs one by one and couldn't breathe.

Many villagers even didn't believe it and lined up to visit the Song family's small thatched hut.

Only then did Zhenhua realize that it was the storm caused by the door pair, and he couldn't help but feel hot and feel relieved. After all, it was the door pair written by himself!

Liu Zhigao also squeezed into the Song family's hut to visit. Sure enough, Zhenhua's calligraphy was posted on the door of Song Jiacai: It is already twenty-five this year, and his pants are rotten and no one can repair them.

Song Rengui's bedroom has no door, so he is covered with a torn sack. The door pair is attached to the sack, which is also Zhenhua's calligraphy: If you want someone to repair your pants, please wait for another twenty-five.

Two pairs of Spring Festival couplets face each other, separated by the main hall in the middle, making the more funny the more you look at it.

Liu Zhigao's face was flushed with a smile, and squeezed out of the crowd visiting, pointing to Zhenhua and said, "Huazi, you wrote the door, you bastard, you bastard..."

Zhenhua blushed and smiled, spread his hands and said, "Senior High School, it's not my fault. I don't want to write it like this. It was Song San and Jiacai who specified that I wrote it like this."

Unpredictable, a jujube wood crutch behind him slashed and hit Zhenhua's shoulder.

"Who!" Zhenhua was shocked, rushed forward two steps, and looked back.

"You little brat, if you ask you to write, just write it!" The old master swung his jujube crutch and chased Zhenhua and called: "I will teach you how to write today, so that you can know how to write the door of Dongwan Village!"
Chapter completed!