Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but want to laugh again.

This couplet, like a couplet with Song Jiacai, is incompatible with water and fire!

Zhenhua couldn't refuse the customer's request, so he couldn't help but laugh, wrote a couplet to Song Rengui, and sent him home.

After Song Rengui left, Zhenhua and his sister Chunlan helped their mother with housework, cleaning the front and back of the house, killing chickens and geese, making glutinous rice and small lantern festivals, and making dried noodles and meat balls, and they were very busy.

The coal stove was built early, and the old hen and ribs were stewed on it, and the aroma mixed with the steaming steam filled the farmhouse.

There is a very strange rule in Dongwan Village, on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, do not eat in the morning, do not eat at noon, and only eat meat.

Zhenhua asked his father, why is there such a rule?

Dad is not an old master, so he can't quote scriptures to give an explanation, but he even guessed: "In the past, people were very poor and couldn't afford to eat meat all year round, so on the day of the New Year, I can eat enough at one time!"

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

At noon, Cuihong served four large bowls of stewed hen and pork ribs and beckoned the whole family to eat.

Zhenhua sat down at the table, gobbled it up, ate it in his bowl cleanly, and added another bowl. Anyway, today is the New Year, you can let go of your stomach and eat. I stewed a six-pound old hen at home, and I added three pounds of pork ribs, and I couldn't eat it all.

The second bowl had just been served, but Zhenhua heard a loud quarrel on the road behind the house.

Daddy Zhao Chenghai listened to it and said, "It's Song Rengui's voice!"

Mother Cuihong also listened attentively, frowned and said, "It's Song Jiacai's voice." ”

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

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

Zhenhua came out of the back door and came directly to the road behind the house, and found that the threshing floor in front of Song Rengui's house was lively.

Song Jiacai took off his coat, and in the winter, he was shirtless, holding a flat pole in his hand, and yelled at his uncle viciously: "Old thing, I will send you back to the west today and let you go to Lord Yama for the New Year!"

Song Rengui was holding a shovel in his hand, and he also glared and shouted: "You little dog*, Lao Tzu will send you back to your mother's belly today." Your mother was a toad when she gave birth to a toad, and she was better than you!"

The villagers in the second group are all fighting, and they are in the middle of the uncles and nephews of the Song family, covering left and right.

The villagers of the three groups and the first group also came, and they all gathered around to see the excitement, and persuaded a few words by the way.

Zhenhua also walked over, watched the excitement in the crowd, and inquired about the situation.

The big shovel in Song Rengui's hand was taken away by the villagers, and the flat burden of Song's wealth was also taken down.

But the uncle and nephew did not give up, and continued to scold each other, each jumping up and down, like a cockfight.

Song Rengui pointed at Song Jiacai, jumped to his feet and shouted:

"The villagers gave me a comment, this dog* can't get a wife, blame me, put a pair of door pairs on the door, saying that this year is twenty-five, and no one will make up for the rotten pants!

Song Jiacai confronted each other and shouted at the onlookers:

"Okay, I'll let everyone judge, this old thing depends on me all year round, and he drinks and plays mahjong, and he ruins a family like this. If it weren't for this old thing dragging me down, I would have been married a long time ago, and my children would have played soy sauce! What I put on the door right is my own business, and the old thing laughed at me, and also posted the door right on his door, saying that if I want to have my pants mended, I have to wait for another twenty-five! I, I don't have to wait for twenty-five any longer, I want his life today!"

Only then did the villagers know the reason for the quarrel between the uncles and nephews of the Song family, holding their stomachs one by one, laughing breathlessly.

There are many villagers who don't believe it, and they line up one by one to enter the small thatched hut of the Song family to visit.

Zhenhua only then knew that it was the turmoil caused by the door pair, and he couldn't help but feel hot on his face and feel empty in his heart, after all, it was the door pair that was written by himself!

Liu Zhigao also squeezed into the Song family's hut to visit, and sure enough, on the door of Song Jiacai's room, Zhenhua's calligraphy was pasted: This year is twenty-five, and no one repairs the rotten pants.

Song Rengui's bedroom has no door, it is covered with a broken sack, and the door pair is pasted on the sack, which is also Zhenhua's calligraphy: If you want someone to mend your pants, please wait for another twenty-five.

The two couplets are facing each other, with a hall in the middle, and the more you look at it, the funnier it gets.

Liu Zhigao's face was flushed with laughter, he squeezed out of the crowd of visitors, pointed at Zhenhua and said: "Huazi, you wrote the door, you little bastard, you little bastard......"

Zhenhua blushed and sneered, spread his hands and said: "Senior Master, don't blame me, I don't want to write like this, it's Song Sanbo and Jiacai who designated me to write like this." ”

Caught off guard, a jujube wood cane behind him slashed and smashed on Zhenhua's shoulder.

"Who!?" Zhenhua was taken aback, took two steps forward, and looked back.

"You stinky boy, people tell you to write, you can write!" The old master picked up the jujube wood cane and chased after Zhenhua: "I will teach you how to write today, so that you know how to write the door of Dongwan Village!"

Zhenhua felt aggrieved, hid behind the third master, and shouted: "Old master, what are you doing beating me? What does this have to do with me!?"