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Chapter 1692: It doesn’t bite, but it annoys people!
At dusk, Qian Huijun did not bring the children back, but went to Chen Peilin's house to have a simple dinner. She patted Chen Yanqin's shoulder and pointed to her own house, "Sister, go and see if those people have left?"

The last time they were seen by Lao Cai and his friends at the entrance of the furniture factory, Chen Yanqin, Duan Hongjuan and Miss Yingzi were criticized by these "poets" for writing poems about something like "A beautiful girl is standing on the top of the hill, and you can touch and suck her if you catch her..." They were so disgusted!
Intellectuals are all scoundrels. What they say may not cause much harm, but it is enough to cause serious internal injuries to anyone!

Just like the green bean fly, it doesn't bite but it annoys people!
"I'm not going!" Chen Yanqin trembled with fear and waved her hands repeatedly!
"I'll go take a look!" Aunt Chen smiled bitterly, grabbed the flashlight and walked out, waving to the third child, "Come on, granddaughter, go for a walk with grandma!"

The third brother was so scared that he went to Chen Yanduo's arms and said, "No, no, I won't go, even if you kill me!"

"Oh!" Qian Huijun suddenly became deeply worried!

I don’t know what kind of torture my brother has suffered!
Poor little bottle!
A second of silence for you!

"Come on, Yanduo, bring the poker, let's play poker!" Then the heartless Miss Qian laughed and called her friends to play poker, fighting landlords, carrying flags, and upgrading, and they had a lot of fun!
She didn't care about her suffering husband at all!

Sun Jianping is really going crazy!
Especially when he just brought the stewed fish to the table, these guys started pointing at the fish and writing poems!
He felt his head buzzing!

It's like there were ten thousand bees crammed in there!

"What a big fish, living in the water. Take it out, sprinkle seasoning on it, and stew it over a high fire. It looks so delicious. I really want to have a bite..."

Damn, you call this a poem?

Sun Jianping felt very sympathetic towards the fish on the plate!
Poor fish, please forgive my sins!
Although it was my original intention to bring you ashore, I was also very angry to see you being verbally insulted like this after your death!
Fish, fish, I owe you this torture. I will find a chance to let you vent your anger!
I rely on!

Oops, I'm not clean anymore...

This group of "poets" ate, drank, recited poems, boasted and chatted until after ten o'clock in the evening. They were finally sent to the village office by Sun Jianping with a sense of unfulfilled desire. He simply tidied up the two rooms and told them to go to bed early. They didn't want to talk about poems, lyrics, shit and urine every day, which was just disgusting!
A bunch of text hooligans!
I bother!

After coming out of the village office, looking at the lights on inside, the sounds of playfulness, laughter, and the long-pitched chanting of poetry, Sun Jianping finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and patted his face, wondering if he had done something wrong recently, otherwise why should he be tortured like this?

"Meow!"

The old cat jumped down from the tree, lay on his shoulder, looked at the village office with some fear in its big, shining eyes, wagged its tail, and meowed!
"Alright, alright, chase them all away..."

Sun Jianping pinched the cat's ears, and the old cat let out a long sigh!

Call...

I was scared to death!
"Come on, stop playing and go home to sleep!"

Sun Jianping went to Zhang Ziyi's house to bring back the black horse, then went to Chen Peilin's house, picked up the third child who was already asleep, and shouted to his wife.

"Did you drive those poets away?"

"Can we still go?" Sun Jianping rolled his eyes. "We are still waiting to go to Erhu Mountain to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning!"

"Come on, they...don't scare the sun out!"

Miss Qian slapped Potato on the butt and said, "Son, stop daydreaming and go home to sleep!"

"Potato, sleep with grandpa tonight, don't go back!" Chen Peilin smiled and pinched Potato's little hand, trying to persuade him to stay.

Although Chen Peilin was not a good person and did not make much money, he treated Qian Huijun as his own daughter from the bottom of his heart. Of course, Qian Bancheng had not let their family down, so when he saw Tu Dou was about to go back, he hurriedly tried to keep her. On the one hand, he loved the child, and on the other hand, he also wanted to curry favor with her.

My daughter is not ordinary! She has all rich relatives!
Even a little leakage between fingers would be enough for our family to eat and drink!

"I want to sleep with grandpa! Grandpa will tell me stories!" Little Potato hugged Chen Peilin's neck and acted coquettishly. Qian Huijun glared at him and said, "Just don't wet the bed in the middle of the night!"

"It rained a lot last night, and the bed was wet. Where did the water come from? My brother wet the bed again!"

The eldest brother unceremoniously fabricated his younger brother's embarrassing stories!

Sun Jianping was immediately shocked!
Where did this little poet come from?
Help!
I hope all the immortal poets and poets have taken away their magical powers. My whole body trembles whenever I hear about writing poetry now!

"Lululu!" Potato stuck out his tongue at his sister. "Just pee, just pee. When I pee, the walls will collapse, the ground will be covered with flowers, and everything will be destroyed. You will cry for your parents!"

Yes, another “postmodern” poet!
As expected, if a person has no talent and only relies on a few irrelevant rhymes to be called a poet, it would probably not be wrong!

It is a must-have title for home travel and bragging!

See, our family has produced one, two, three, four... four great poets!
In the dark night, the third child lay on Sun Jianping's back and slowly woke up. He stared at the stars in the sky with his big eyes and pinched Sun Jianping's ears with his little hands. "Dad, look, the stars in the sky are so bright, just like Uncle Cat's big eyes!"

"Stop it, stop it!"

Sun Jianping looked troubled!
The fifth poet is born!

I just ask you if you can bear it!

Early the next morning, these guys went to the septic tank behind the cattle farm. Faced with the truckloads of fresh manure being pushed in, these guys were filled with inspiration again!
Shit, piss and fart all included!
"I'm standing and doing XX, you're squatting and doing SS, I'm making a river, you're making a ditch..."

After the famous poet Lu Xiaobo and a female poet who came with him finished using the toilet, they expressed their feelings about the two puddle of water on the ground! They even cursed!

Sun Jianping looked at the two men, then looked at his "masterpiece", and actually nodded in approval!

Very vivid indeed!
Very realistic!

Is this kind of literary hooligan worthy of being admitted into the halls of power and occupying a high position in the government?
Ugh!
I don’t know whether it is the tragedy of humanity or the shamelessness of this era!
"What a high mountain, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. If it were turned upside down, it would be narrow at the bottom and wide at the top!"

Finally, when this bunch of low-lifes who specialized in targeting the lower classes arrived at the foot of Erhu Mountain and looked up at the two peaks piercing the clouds, they naturally came up with some quatrain!
Secretary Zang followed behind his leader, busily copying the poets' "masterpieces".

"Jianping, I heard that there was an anti-Japanese mountain forest team on Erhu Mountain. Do you know their story?"

"I know a little about this. It was an anti-Japanese team formed by a group of farmers who were unwilling to become slaves of a conquered nation. They numbered about three or four hundred people. They appeared and disappeared like ghosts, killing Japanese invaders and traitors everywhere, and made great contributions to the anti-Japanese war."

"A majestic mountain, with the flag of the anti-Japanese heroes flying on the top of the mountain, the sound of gunfire in the distance, taking away the smoke of war..."

Ok?
Sun Jianping was stunned and looked at a middle-aged man wearing glasses in the crowd. He couldn't tell that there was a talented person among these "literary writers"!

It’s a pity that before he could finish his words, he was drowned out by a piece of “modern poetry” like “This mountain is so high, like a chopstick piercing the sky…”!
Ugh!
Sun Jianping looked at the helpless writer with sympathy and shook his head. A butterfly cannot fly out of a pile of maggots!
Only flies can fly out!

And the bigger the manure pile, the more maggots there are, which can breed more, bigger and more disgusting green bean flies!
Big horse fly!
Cannabis flies!
The key is these things...

It doesn't bite, but it's annoying!
(End of this chapter)