Goldfinger is a bit strange

Master Yang from the pharmaceutical factory described the situation: it was a friend of his who brought a Hong Kong businessman to the door.

The ginseng was not from that Hong Kong businessman, he was also entrusted by someone.

It is said that it was an old man from Taiwan, who was over 80 years old and suffering from a terminal illness. He wanted to go back to his hometown to see it.

Finally, an old Chinese doctor prescribed a prescription, saying that it could last for three years, but the main medicine in it was an old mountain ginseng.

Liu Qingshan had no way to judge the authenticity of this matter, but judging from the current folk customs, the possibility of it being true was greater.

As for how to decide, he had to listen to the master's opinion.

The dumb grandfather gestured a few times with his hands, and Liu Qingshan said to Master Yang: "My master said, make the best use of everything."

Make the best use of everything, this is the most simple concept of the dumb grandfather. In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low among various herbs. As long as they can be used to their full potential, it is worth it.

Is this a promise?

Master Yang was also happy: "Don't worry, the price is not a problem, the starting price is 100,000, and the price will increase by 20,000 every ten years or so."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It's not about money. My master asked if he could see the prescription?"

This is the power of the dumb grandfather. He can tell whether what the other party said is true or false by looking at the prescription.

If it is not true, then he will definitely not be willing to dig out a old mountain ginseng, after all, digging one less.

But Master Yang misunderstood and thought that the dumb grandfather wanted to steal other people's prescriptions. He couldn't help but look embarrassed: I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to call to ask.

This is more difficult. I have to transfer several people in the middle. It is estimated that it will take two days to get a reply.

Liu Qingshan handed over the construction of the pharmaceutical factory to Gao Feng and Lu Xiaolong. He just went there occasionally to take a look and give some constructive suggestions.

If these people don't experience, they will never be independent.

The factory building basically does not need to be rebuilt, just move the original equipment for processing wild vegetables to the Jiapigou wild vegetable factory opposite.

After freeing up space, the newly transported equipment will be installed and debugged, and it is estimated that it will take more than a month to complete.

The construction of several factories is in full swing, and Liu Qingshan follows the elderly in the village to plant trees every day.

If it is a rest day, there will be a large group of children.

In fact, in Liu Qingshan's eyes, the significance of planting trees is even greater than those factories.

In his spare time, he will also carry a small basket and lead the fourth and fifth children to dig some motherwort and shepherd's purse.

Now the grass and trees have just emerged, and other wild vegetables have not grown yet.

The little white ape also squatted on the ground, plucking a few leaves of motherwort with his little claws and stuffing them into his little mouth.

After chewing it twice, his already twitching little face became even more twitchy, because motherwort is still quite bitter.

"Don't spit it out, bitterness will reduce heat." Liu Qingshan poked its little head.

"Brother, tell me a story, tell me Journey to the West." Little Lao Si squatted on the ground, digging a dandelion with a knife, and said his request.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "The journey to the West is over."

"Brother, tell me another one." Little Lao Si still pestered him.

Liu Qingshan thought about it, and it seemed that the only image that could be on par with Sun Wukong was Calabash Brothers. It seemed that the animation would start to be produced next year.

Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he told the two little girls about seven melons on a vine.

When they finished their work and went home, the two little guys were fascinated by it. They put down their chopsticks and pestered Liu Qingshan to tell them the story of Calabash Brothers.

Even Xiaohuo was holding Liu Qingshan's calf, mumbling incoherently: "Captive baby, captive baby."

Liu Qingshan touched his little head: What you said makes sense, aren't all the Calabash Brothers captured one by one?

There is no way, who asked Liu Qingshan to spoil them, so let's continue.

Little Lao Si also took out paper and crayons, and asked the eldest brother to draw the Calabash Brothers while talking.

This seems to be a bit difficult, Liu Qingshan doesn't know how to draw, and the Calabash Brothers he drew are uglier than the little white ape.

Little Lao Si held the paper and looked at it for a long time:

"Brother, if this Calabash Brother didn't have a gourd on his head, I would have thought it was a goblin."

Liu Qingshan was silent with tears in his eyes, and the sound of car horns rang in his ears.

He jumped from the kang to the ground as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Guests are coming, I'll go out and take a look."

A guest really came. As soon as Liu Qingshan and his friends went out of the house, they saw a graceful figure rushing in from the gate, opening his arms and rushing towards Liu Qingshan.

Wu Tong?

Liu Qingshan was stunned. Why did this girl come? Do you think I should hide or not?

Before he could figure it out, Wu Tong hugged the fourth child in front of him, and then picked up the fifth child, shouting:

"Caifeng, Shanxing, do you miss your sister?"

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes, and then went to the gate to greet them:

"Uncle Wu, Brother Wu, you are here; haha, Brother Piezi, you are back too, and this is classmate He, welcome to our Jiapigou."

Professor Wu is still energetic, with long silver hair and a hint of artist's demeanor: "Qingshan, during the May Day holiday, it's just right to come to you to find inspiration."

The writer's field trip and the artist's search for inspiration are all very magical things.

Wu Song was dressed in casual clothes, and smiled and hugged Liu Qingshan. They once fought the Japanese together, and their revolutionary friendship was extraordinary.

As for Zhang Piezi, he has changed a little after not seeing her for a few months, mainly in terms of clothing and temperament, but his inner simplicity remains the same.

Finally, He Mengfei, Liu Qingshan saw her once in the classroom when he went to the Academy of Fine Arts last time. She is Wu Tong's best friend and seems to have some interest in Zhang Piezi.

She even came with him this time. Did she chase him home?

Talking about the recent situation, Professor Wu didn't have much to say, but Wu Song complained a few words, saying that the public security in Chuncheng was becoming more and more difficult to manage.

In the final analysis, it was all caused by Clivia.

Liu Qingshan advised cheerfully: "It's almost time, Brother Wu, you can bear it for another two months, and you will probably get through it soon."

According to the original development trajectory, this crazy farce will end in July.

"Two months, Qingshan, what do you mean?" Wu Song firmly believed in Liu Qingshan's words.

"The higher-ups will not let this situation continue." Liu Qingshan couldn't say it clearly, so he covered it up and invited everyone into the house.

When entertaining regular customers, he still prefers to be in the old house, which seems more friendly.

When they entered the house, they found that Wu Tong was already sitting next to the kang table, with a little girl on the left and another little girl on the right.

Then Wu Tong was drawing on paper with crayons.

Obviously, the fourth and fifth children were not satisfied with their eldest brother's paintings, and since an expert had come, they asked Sister Wu to help.

While Wu Tong was drawing, the two little girls were still adding, saying that the eyes should be big and the face should be round.

Professionals are different. After Liu Qingshan asked everyone to sit down and brewed tea, he heard the fourth and fifth children cheering in unison.

The little fourth child ran over with paper: "Brother, look, this is the Calabash Brothers!"

Liu Qingshan took a look and it was true. It was about 70% similar to the original.

He looked up at Wu Tong again and saw that the latter was looking at him with a smile, and his big eyes blinked twice mischievously.

Liu Qingshan then noticed that Wu Tong was holding a piece of paper, which was the gourd monster he had just drawn, so his face turned red.

"Sanfeng, your story is very good, and the characters are also in line with children's thinking." Wu Tong praised, and he thought that this story was originally written by Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan has never had the habit of plagiarizing his compatriots, so he shook his head:

"It's a cartoon being produced by the Art Film Studio. I told it to the fourth and fifth children for fun."

The fourth and fifth children pestered Wu Tong again: "Sister Wu, continue to draw, draw all the seventh brother gourd dolls, and their grandfather!"

"Seven, Feifei, come and help."

Wu Tong waved to He Mengfei, and the two art majors started to work for the two little girls.

After drawing two, He Mengfei found a problem: "These gourd dolls look the same, how to tell them apart?"

"The color of the gourds on their heads is different." Shanxing explained.

"If you watch black and white TV, you really can't tell them apart. They are like twins, they look exactly the same, how can you tell them apart?" The fourth child had a lot of ideas.

This, it seems to be a real problem.

So, the two little girls and the two big girls were all thinking hard.

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes. Many people in his previous life had criticized this, but for Liu Qingshan who had experienced the information bombardment of the future, it was not a big deal.

So he smiled and said, "Combing my hair by the window, applying flowers in front of the mirror."

Wu Tong couldn't help rolling her eyes at him: It's inexplicable, you still have the mind to read poetry at this time?

Then she suddenly had an idea: applying flowers in front of the mirror, yes, there is a way!

So she drew a flame shape on the forehead of the gourd baby.

"It's the fire baby!"

"It's the fourth baby!"

The two little girls immediately clapped their hands with joy, and Xiaohuo, who was sitting on the kang, also clapped his hands foolishly: Fire baby, I am the fire baby!

With this idea, the gourd dolls that were drawn began to have marks on their foreheads.

Liu Qingshan thought that when the gourd dolls were produced next year, he could ask the fourth and fifth children to write a letter to the Magic City Art Film Studio to mention this suggestion.

If it is feasible, the image of the seven gourd dolls will surely be more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The fourth child looked at them with a smile on his face and suddenly had an idea: "Sister Wu, it would be great if you were at our house every day. Big brother tells stories and you draw the stories."

Oh, a barely detectable blush appeared on Wu Tong's face: "It's a pity that Sister Wu is going to study abroad."

"Where are you going to study?" Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking.

Wu Tong stretched out his hand and pointed to the east: "To the island country."

Liu Qingshan shook his head a little dissatisfiedly: "The paintings of the island country are actually borrowed from our ancient Chinese paintings. It seems a bit of a waste of time?"

"It's to learn the drawing and production of animation. Feifei and I are going." Wu Tong explained.

Liu Qingshan finally understood and joked: "Will you all become animation directors in the future?"

Unfortunately, this joke has not appeared yet. The two girls nodded honestly: "Not necessarily directors, but animation designers."

So, Liu Qingshan suddenly had an idea: Should we start with the animation industry of the island country?

If we can make Chibi Maruko-chan, Dragon Ball, Slam Dunk, and later Digimon and Dead Fire Ocean, we will definitely dominate the animation industry of the island country.

Liu Qingshan couldn't get over the plagiarism of Chinese people.

But Liu Qingshan had no pressure to get the Japanese's things and make money from them.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, fell to the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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