Chapter 85: Composing a Poem that Shocks My Sister

Chen Xianglan didn't even turn her head: "Didn't we look at the old big guy's photo yesterday? Oh, that Qing'er is too skinny, you can tell he's lacking nutrition; you even killed the chicken from your big sister‑in‑law's house and ate it."

I was just thinking of setting up a chicken coop, raising a few chickens, so that when you pass by your big brother's place you can give them some eggs to eat.

Lu Cheng walked over: "It's already winter, can they survive?"

Chen Xianglan turned back: "I'm definitely waiting until next spring to raise them; this is just reserving a spot early, otherwise everyone will have taken them."

Indeed, in Da Za Yuan any place with a bit of vacancy has already been claimed by others.

"Alright, you figure it out. I'll go back to my room to tidy a few clothes; I have to be on duty with the car tomorrow, so I won't be home for the next two days."

Lu Cheng said this and was about to go back to his room when Chen Xianglan grabbed him.

"By the way, San'er, how many should I raise? I actually know Sun Grandma from the hatchery; I want to buy five, do you think that's doable?"

Lu Cheng glanced: "You handle it yourself, just make sure the Street Office doesn't find out; you're an active member of the Street Office, so you can avoid any future trouble."

When Lu Cheng returned to his room, Chen Xianglan muttered to herself: "He's right; let's raise three then, safer."

The neighbor Zhao Yue Min Xifu keeps two chickens and it's never been a problem; adding one more should be fine—at worst she can cover the coop during the day when she works.

In the West Wing Room, Lu Cheng lifted the iron lid of the heating stove, used the coal clip to pick up a few coal chunks and put them in; by night when he goes to sleep the house will be warm.

Not to mention, the Coal Department delivered ten tons of coal, all these big chunks, which burn much longer than honeycomb coal.

After fixing the stove, Lu Cheng clapped his hands, lifted the old wardrobe, propped it with his head, and rummaged inside for winter clothes.

When he saw a red‑blue women's woolen pants, he instantly fell into painful memories and couldn't help shouting hoarsely.

"Mom, stop tinkering with that chicken coop; when you have time, help me knit a pair of woolen pants—I don't want to wear my sister's anymore, it's suffocating me."

From childhood to now, he has never worn new clothes.

When he was little he would take his big brother's clothes; after his big brother went to the countryside, he started taking his second sister's.

He once even doubted that he was a foundling.

Mainly because Chen Xianglan thinks he's unworthy of new ones; whenever he tries, it's either this ragged or that ragged.

Chen Xianglan shouted from outside: "Got it, got it. Later I'll take apart your sister's woolen pants and knit you a new one."

Lu Cheng pouted: "But that's still using my sister's woolen pants."

"You see, you kid, the wool yarn is fine, we shouldn't waste it. Just buy a few more skeins, make the pant legs bigger; what's the difference from new ones? By the way, what color yarn do you like? Mom will go to the department store tomorrow."

My sister's woolen pants were originally modified from my big brother's blue woolen pants, with a red line added at the back.

This is turning into a family heirloom; now that it's in his hands it can add another color of thread.

Lu Cheng helplessly shouted: "I like green; while you're at it, also knit me a green hat!"

As soon as the words finished, Chen Xianglan came in holding a wooden stick for the chicken coop and gave Lu Cheng a tap on the butt.

Lu Cheng hurriedly ran to the bed: "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"If the neighbors hear it, they'll think it's a joke; besides, they'll keep spouting nonsense at you."

Lu Cheng felt aggrieved: "Then why are you being so stingy?"

"New thread or old thread, it's the same; when it's inside, people can't see it. Now that you're married, you should learn to be frugal—saving is earning."

Chen Xianglan, while speaking, remembered something: "Speaking of marriage, you and your brother are no longer my concern; my biggest headache now is your second sister."

"Before, Hu Grandma introduced several guys to your sister, all workers; now that workers have such high status she still can't find one she likes—what does she want?"

"You three, none of you give me peace of mind, especially you…"

"Just as I was talking about my second sister, it drifted to him; Lu Cheng saw Lu Ying returning to Da Za Yuan and quickly steered the argument outward."

"Hey Mom, look, my sister's back. What you said earlier is right; my sister belongs to that kind of Small Bourgeoisie Romanticism mindset."

"Small Bourgeoisie thinking? That needs to be criticized."

"Right, criticize it. Mom, hurry and criticize her; she's been going to the Poetry Association lately, and I haven't told you."

The Poetry Association Lu Cheng mentioned is actually an underground literary circle in the Capital City, ostensibly for exchanging revolutionary poems, but secretly sharing those "banned poisonous books."

Sure enough, Chen Xianglan, upon hearing this, stormed out: "Ying Ying, why did I hear San'er say you went to the Poetry Association again? You used to be forbidden from going; reciting those broken poems—are they food or money?"

Lu Ying pointed a finger at Lu Cheng: "Traitor!"

Lu Cheng doesn't want to be a traitor; he deliberately said it, also hoping to use Mom's authority to stop his sister from going to that Poetry Association.

It's only because his sister later fell for a poet there; Lu Cheng originally thought he was already a scoundrel, but this poet turned out to be even more fickle, juggling three women while dating his sister.

There's nothing he can do; the era's thoughts are so suppressed that any talented poet is highly favored by young girls.

In this life, Lu Cheng says he must never let his sister be with that poet again; if possible he'll have to deal with that guy properly.

"Sister, listen to Mom's words, stay away from those places; don't be fooled by the refined scholars inside who seem dignified but are actually filthy."

"If you want to hear poems, your brother will compose them at home, no need to listen to their nonsense."

Lu Ying rolled her eyes: "Pfft, you? Write poems? Besides eating, what else can you do?"

"You're looking down on people, huh? I usually keep a low profile, but if you look down on me like this, I'll write a poem today; you won't know how talented my brother is." Lu Cheng jumped down from the bed.

Lu Ying crossed her arms: "Hey, if you think you can write a poem, if you actually manage it, I'll wash your feet today."

"Fine, that's what you said."

Lu Cheng, handsomely flicking his bangs, cleared his throat, thought a bit and said: "I've decided, my poem's title will be—'Meteor in the Toilet'."

Lu Ying instantly looked disgusted: "What a crappy name?"

"Don't rush; the name isn't important, the content is."

Lu Cheng looked up, walked in the courtyard, and with each step recited a line with feeling.

While squatting on the toilet I look up and see,

the crack on the ceiling of the bathroom,

like a river of silver.

My constipation,

is a fallen meteor.

When you try to catch it with your hand,

you also caught all my affection. 」

Lu Cheng clapped his hands: "How's it, sis—yes or no, I'm just asking you, have you ever heard a poem so full of life, so romantic?"

Lu Ying, irritated, rolled her eyes: "Ugh, that's so disgusting, who would catch your poop? Get lost, you're annoying."

Lu Cheng didn't stop, followed up: "Hey, why is it disgusting? This is called a hazy poem…"

With a "Bang," Lu Ying shut the door, and Lu Cheng almost hit his nose.

Looking back, Lin Qingyan was pursing her lips and smiling there.

"Hey Qing Yanjie, let me compose one for you too, I'm suddenly inspired, the poetry spirit is bursting."

Lin Qingyan quickly shook her head: "I'm not listening, you have to go on duty with the car tomorrow, I'll help you sort your clothes."

The next day, Lu Cheng would lead his four bizarrely shaped teammates to the car, and upon encountering several other groups, they were indeed mocked terribly.