The third master hurriedly stopped the old master and said with a smile: "The old master is angry, Huazi is not sensible, I will beat him later, you are your age, don't be angry." ”

Qi Lei also ran over at this time, hugged the old master, and said with a smile: "The old master gave me the crutches, and I will help you fight!"

Zhenhua took a few steps back and looked at the mess in front of him with a depressed expression.

"Zhenhua, you stinky boy wait for me, I'll clean you up later!" The old master's jujube cane pestled on the ground, and then walked to Song Jiacai's uncle and nephew, and said:

"This door pair can't be pasted, I'll rewrite it for you right away. Don't quarrel with your uncle and nephew, it's all a joke made by Zhenhua, I also taught him a lesson, you all rest, it's the New Year!"

The old master still has prestige, and as soon as the words came out, the villagers followed to persuade the uncles and nephews of the Song family.

Song Jiacai and Song Rengui also gave the old master face, and they really stopped making noise, and each squatted to the side and smoked angrily.

Zhenhua was beaten with a stick, so he was naturally unhappy and turned around and went home.

Qi Lei smiled and followed behind Zhenhua.

Zhao Chenghai already knew about his son's beating, so he didn't get angry but laughed, and said: "Beaten, right? Good beating, Lao Tzu beat you, you still have to stare at you, the old master beat you, you can't help it, right?"

Zhao Chenghai also knew that the old master was old and frail, and his hands would not be too heavy.

Zhenhua was even more depressed, returned to the table and continued to deal with the bowl of stewed chicken, raised his eyes and said, "Do you have a father like this?

Zhao Chenghai continued to laugh: "What if I don't laugh, should I go and beat the old master?"

Cuihong gave Qi Lei a big bowl of stewed chicken, and also comforted his son: "Zhenhua, the old master has no bad intentions, he deliberately beat you, it was for Song Rengui and Song Jiacai to show them uncle and nephew to step down." ”

Qi Lei was not polite, sitting at the table and feasting, while gloating and laughing: "This is called beating is kissing and scolding is love, and not beating or scolding is a scourge." Zhenhua is not sensible, and if you don't fight, you can't be an adult!"

Zhenhua was even more annoyed, slapped his chopsticks on the table, and glared: "Qi Lei, get back for me, I'll keep that bowl of stewed chicken to feed the dog!"

Cui Hong slapped her son on the shoulder and scolded: "It's the New Year, Huazi, how can you talk!"

Qi Lei didn't care at all, grinned, and continued to eat meat and drink soup.

Unexpectedly, a figure flashed in front of the door, and the old master chased after the door with a crutch.

Zhenhua was taken aback, put down the bowl and stood up, this old stubborn is really powerful, and he came to the door!

Zhao Chenghai stood up and said with a smile: "The old master is here, sit down quickly, Cui Hong, give the old master a bowl of stewed chicken!"

The old master smiled and hugged his fist at Zhao Chenghai: "Chenghai, I don't eat anything, this is to apologize to you." I slapped Zhenhua just now, and it is estimated that Zhenhua is wronged, so he said. ”

Zhao Chenghai hurriedly grabbed the old master's hand and said, "The child is not sensible, your old man should teach him a lesson." ”

"No, no, no, Zhenhua is already very sensible, but he is still young, and some things are not very thoughtful. The old master smiled, sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals, looked at Zhenhua and said:

"Zhenhua, I didn't want to hit you. But if I don't beat you, the uncles and nephews of the Song family can't step down, so they have to wronged you. If you're still angry, I'll make amends to you. ”

Of course Zhenhua was angry!

The uncles and nephews of the Song family can't step down, so your old master will beat me, what is the reason? Do you use me as a punching bag? I'm a bully, right?

But the old master had already apologized, and Zhenhua couldn't say anything more, so he had to say, "I'm not angry." But next year's door is right, let's write it by the old master, I'm young, I can't do this job. ”

The old master shook his head and sighed: "It's okay if you're angry, or not, I'll tell you, the door pair really can't be written like this!"

Zhenhua was unconvinced, and looked at the roof expressionlessly: "It was the uncle and nephew of the Song family who asked me to write it, not that I had to write it like this." ”

"People ask you to write, but you can't write it scribble, it's related to the problem of rural customs!" the old master became serious.

Does the countryside have anything to do with me? Zhenhua was silent.

The old master thought for a moment, and then said:

"As the saying goes, if you live for three or five miles, you will have a countryside everywhere. Each place has its own rural style. We in Dongwan Village are a little poor, but we can't be happy with poverty. You should be poor and strong, and not fall into the ambition of the clouds! If you write such a couplet and spread it, what kind of good reputation will it bring to our Dongwan Village?"

Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, pondering the old master's words, and was faintly touched in his heart.

Qi Lei was dumbfounded on the side, shook his head and continued:

"The old master is right, we must worry about the world first, and enjoy the joy of the world after the world, not to be happy with things, not to be sad about ourselves, to live in the temple is worried about its people, and to be far away from the rivers and lakes is to worry about its king, smell the chicken and dance, wait for the Dan, the Huns are not destroyed, how to be home!"

"Shut up for me!" Zhenhua and the old master glared at Qi Lei and said the same thing!

"Okay, I'll shut up. Qi Lei grinned.

The old master sighed and said to Zhenhua: "Take a brush and door-to-door paper, and I'll rewrite two door-to-door pairs for the Song family's uncle and nephew." ”

Zhenhua also sighed and brought the rest of the door-to-door paper and brush ink.

The old master spread out the door on the table and wrote two pairs of Spring Festival couplets.

One is a five-character short couplet: why should the room be big, and the fragrance of flowers is not much.

One is a long couplet of eleven words: there is no fence, I am afraid that Fengyue will be restrained by him;

After writing, the old master put down the brush and said to Zhenhua and Qi Lei: "You two take the door pair, come with me, and paste it for others." ”

"Obey orders, Zhenhua, go!" Qi Lei had already eaten a large bowl of stewed chicken and pork ribs, picked up the couplet with a smile, and greeted Zhenhua.

Zhenhua had no choice but to follow the old master and Qi Lei, go out the back door, and walk to Song Rengui's house.

The uncle and nephew of the Song family are no longer arguing, but the two Spring Festival couplets written by Zhenhua are still pasted on the door.

Seeing the old master coming, Song Rengui stepped forward to salute his cigarette, waved his hand and said:

"Thank you for the kindness of the old master, the door pair has been pasted, forget it, tear it off and re-paste it, it's unlucky. After the New Year, I will separate from this kid, and I will write whatever he likes in the future, I don't care. ”

Song Jiacai squinted at his uncle: "It's not that I'm afraid that you will starve to death, I would have separated from you a long time ago!"

Zhenhua looked at Song Rengui's thatched hut, the house was surrounded by walls, and there was air leaking everywhere, and he really couldn't think of anything that their uncle and nephew could share.

Qi Lei stood in the hall, turned his head repeatedly to look at the two couplets written by Zhenhua, and couldn't help laughing again.

The old master glared at Qi Lei, took Song Rengui's hand, and said:

"The couplet must be changed, it can't be written like that. Divide the family, I don't think you need it, your uncle and nephew live together, you are the monarch and the minister, the father and the son. The ancients said: An uncle is not lonely, and a nephew is not lonely. Your uncle and nephew are also a family, not worse than other families! Once the family is separated, he is an orphan, and you are the only old, what will this become?"

Song Rengui's eyes were red, tears fell, he looked at his nephew, and stopped talking.

Song Jiacai also had tears in his eyes, waved his hand and said to the old master: "I remember what the old master said, he is my uncle, I will give him a pension and send him to the end!"

The old master smiled with satisfaction, turned his head to Zhenhua and Qi Lei, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? ”

Zhenhua and Qi Lei nodded and pasted the couplet.

The uncle and nephew of the Song family thanked them and sent the old master and Zhenhua Qi Lei out of the door.

The old master looked at Zhenhua and Qi Lei, nodded, and walked away on crutches.

Zhenhua thought for a while and shouted behind the old master: "Old master." ”

The old master turned his head and looked at Zhenhua.

Zhenhua bowed: "Old master, I will know how to write the right door in the future, thank you old man." ”

"Okay, okay, I read you right, you're a good boy. The old master nodded again and again, with a smile on his face.

Zhenhua also nodded and smiled, and went home with Qi Lei.

Qi Lei turned his head to look at Song Rengui's small thatched house, snorted and said, "Mom, today we are unlucky, we were caught by the old master, and we made a filial son and grandson for the old Mazi, and helped him stick the door." ”

"If you hide at home and don't come out, won't you be fine?" Zhenhua said.

Qi Lei smiled, looked back at the old master's back in the distance, and said: "This old horseman still has the face to tell us about the countryside, I look at the entire Dongwan Village, he is the most naughty!"

"Naughty?" Zhenhua was stunned, Qi Lei really knows how to describe it!

"What's not naughty?" Qi Lei grinned and said:

"The old Mazi was so poor that he didn't even have a door, and the old master deliberately made fun of him, wrote a couplet, said that there was no fence, opened a large account, and let the country and the moon come in...... Bah, I'm a bare-bones old man, and there's a fart of the wind and moon?"

"I'll go, I haven't remembered yet, you say that...... The old master is really naughty!" Zhenhua savored the couplet carefully, and couldn't help laughing.