Thinking back to the difficult years in the 1960s, Chen Baiwang was filled with emotion.

"We should take this couplet as a wake-up call, reminding ourselves to work hard and persevere."

Chen Dahe also has a deep understanding of this.

The problems of the times cannot be blamed on individuals, but fortunately they are all in the past.

“Diligently feed the livestock and they will prosper;

More fertilizers will bring a good harvest."

"I wrote this for the cowshed. I know those cows are the treasures of the production team, so I put it up there too."

Xiao Qingyang wrote quickly, feeling as if his inspiration was flowing freely.

"I'm so grateful to Uncle Xiao. I made the right choice to ask you to write Spring Festival couplets. Each couplet is so appropriate to the occasion, and the calligraphy is so beautiful."

Because the ink had not yet dried, Chen Baiwang carefully moved the written Spring Festival couplets aside.

The two of them smoked cigarettes, drank tea, and chatted with Xiao Qingyang, showing no intention of leaving.

"Captain, do you have anything else to do? If you're looking for the man in white, and we're not in a position to listen, then we'll go back to the house first."

The two of them smiled, wanting to say something but hesitant. Xiao Qingyang was very familiar with this expression.

After all, he has been the mayor for more than ten years, and those who have something to ask of him but are too embarrassed to ask usually have this expression.

"Uncle Xiao, aren't you looking for Doctor Yang? Don't you have a few blank red papers?

It would be a waste to keep it, so I was wondering if you could write a couplet for my family and Uncle Dahe's family.

I'm sorry to bother you writing so much today, but I'm a little embarrassed to speak up."

Since Xiao Qingyang had already seen through it, Chen Baiwang no longer hesitated.