Old books full of jokes.

A person who didn't graduate from primary school came to the city for the first time, strolled around and pretended to say to his relatives in the city: You city people are a little crazy. Relatives in the city asked quickly: Where are you crazy? The man replied: You see, it is written all over the street that China people are good, China agriculture is good, China industry and commerce are good, and China transportation is good. ...

There is also a true story that I read in old books when I was a child. In the Republic of China, there was a warlord, Hu Dashuai, who was arty and often wrote poems. I still remember a poem: Why there are white clouds in the sky, just because God is smoking. If God doesn't smoke, why are there white clouds in the sky?