Help! My Pigsty Is Black and White and Impermanent.

The signature on my family's ancestral handbag has been lost. That day, the dog at home persuaded me to remarry in Shandong dialect, while the cat pointed at an orchid and called me a poor man. Until a faint sentence came from the pig pen: "Xie Bian, you stepped on my soul chain——" I held up the dung fork and pushed open the door. I saw two pigs in official uniforms chasing the neighbor's weasel with a book of life and death. The white pig turned around and grinned at me: "Young man, do me a favor. The gambling debt your great-grandfather owed down here... It's time to pay it off."