Goldfinger is a bit strange

Liu Qingshan finally returned to Jiapigou. As for the matter of receiving the school, it would be better to let the Japanese off for now, since they were the ones who were anxious.

In this era, not everyone can come up with an investment of more than three million yuan. How could it be so easy to find a buyer?

It took him more than an hour to walk home, which was more than ten miles away. When he was in middle school, he walked back and forth every day.

It was already evening when he arrived at Jiapigou. The small mountain village bathed in the sunset looked particularly peaceful.

When they got home, they were having dinner. Everyone smiled when they saw Liu Qingshan.

They all heard what Zheng Xiaoxiao said: Sanfeng applied to Peking University, the same university as Erfeng.

Only Professor Wang was not very satisfied. He probably couldn't accept Xiaoshanzi as a student.

"Brother, let's eat."

Shanxing brought another set of bowls and chopsticks.

"Brother, Shanxing and I will also apply to Peking University in the future."

The fourth child smiled and knocked a salted duck egg on the table in front of the eldest brother.

Liu Qingshan pulled her antenna braids and touched Shanxing's watermelon head: "Okay, you two must study hard!"

After dinner, brother-in-law Gao Wenxue placed a thick book in front of Liu Qingshan.

Looking at the two big black characters "Desire" on the cover, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but pick up the book and gently stroked it with his hand. He could smell the fragrance of ink in his nose.

"Brother-in-law, congratulations, you finally have a big book!"

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hand, and his thin face was full of joy: "But the sales volume can't compare with your big ship."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "There is no comparison. Mine is like a meteor in the sky, flashing away."

"Brother-in-law, your work is different. It will shine in the sky of literature for a long time."

In fact, the sales of this "Desire" are still good, and it has now exceeded 100,000 copies.

For such works, a good reputation needs a brewing and fermentation process to be sold for decades.

In comparison, the things that Liu Qingshan and his team created have a shorter lifespan.

Gao Wenxue's eyes also became particularly bright, as if they were stars in the night sky.

Zheng Xiaoxiao next to him had big eyes full of admiration. In her hand, she also had a copy of Desire, which was signed by Gao Wenxue himself.

He also wrote two lines for her: Desire flies in the sky, and the road is under your feet.

Gao Wenxue was in high spirits tonight and talked a lot with Liu Qingshan and Zheng Xiaoxiao.

He talked about his trip to the capital to attend a literary seminar and met Lu Yao of Life. The two of them, one grew up in the yellow soil and the other took root in the black soil, and their temperaments were very similar.

Lu Yao was older, exactly one generation older than Gao Wenxue, and Gao Wenxue called him Brother Wang.

Both of them were born in the Year of the Ox, just like two old oxen working silently in the literary world.

Because they had similar temperaments, they went to restaurants to chat every night.

Of course, Gao Wenxue treated them all, and Brother Wang didn't pay.

When they chatted, they understood each other's situation. Lu Yao's life was really hard.

Lunch was steamed buns, rice soup and pickles, and dinner was noodles; not to mention that Gao Wenxue had milk and eggs every day, and even vegetables were not available.

Gao Wenxue also mentioned that Lu Yao also had a big book to be published, of course, it was the ordinary world that no one in the modern and contemporary literary world could surpass.

Although it has not been published yet, the first part has been broadcast on the radio station.

Liu Qingshan has been listening silently. His guidance to his brother-in-law is actually to imitate Master Lu's path.

However, his brother-in-law may be luckier. At least he has no worries about food and clothing and can concentrate on his creation.

On the other hand, Master Lu's fate is really a bit bumpy, which makes countless people who came after him sigh.

In order to concentrate on his creation, he actually owed more than 10,000 yuan in debt, and his wife left him. In poverty, he created immortal works.

But after winning the Mao Dun Literature Prize, he didn't even have the money to travel to receive the award. No wonder he angrily cursed "F*ck literature"!

Not only did this book overdraw his life, but also the difficult life made him die young at the age of 42.

Liu Qingshan thought a lot. Is it only this most difficult tempering that can create the most brilliant works?

Just like Du Fu's thatched cottage, Cao Xueqin's Red Mansion, and Lu Yao's world?

He suddenly felt that he should do something.

If he gave money directly, it would not work. The sophisticated writers all have integrity.

Liu Qingshan thought about it and suddenly had an idea, and his eyebrows were full of joy: "Brother-in-law, what do you think about us also organizing a literature award?"

"Literature award, like the Mao Dun Literature Award?" Gao Wenxue was a little confused.

Liu Qingshan nodded vigorously: "Yes, maybe we can also set up more awards in the future like the Nobel Prize, but let's start the literature award first!"

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hand, always feeling that something seemed a little wrong.

The auditor Zheng Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help asking: "Student Sanfeng, it seems that those awards must first be advocated by famous people, you..."

She was too embarrassed to continue, even if Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan were now a little famous, but it was obviously still a long way from being famous.

Liu Qingshan certainly understood, he blinked twice: "Instead of using the name of an individual, just use the name of our Jiapigou Cooperative, yes, how about calling it the Jiapigou Literature Award?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao was also shocked. His eyes flashed for a long time before he made a comment:

"The Jiapigou Literature Award seems to have a strong local flavor."

Liu Qingshan didn't care either: "It's a bit cheap, but our bonus is high. Brother-in-law, how much is the bonus for the Mao Dun Literature Award now?"

This Gao Wenxu still knows: "It's only a few thousand yuan."

Liu Qingshan remembered that the third time Lu Yao won the award, the bonus was 5,000 yuan. This was because prices had been rising continuously in recent years, so the bonus had been increased.

Later, it gradually increased to 50,000, and later to 500,000.

Even the later five hundred thousand, which sounds like a lot, is actually not enough to buy a house.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand and said proudly: "The starting bonus for our Jiapigou Literature Prize is 50,000 yuan. In the future, as prices increase, the bonus will continue to increase. It has to reach the level of the Nobel Prize. "

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was not right in the atmosphere. He looked around and saw Gao Wenxue and Zheng Xiaoxiao looking at him with strange eyes.

In the current situation where households worth 10,000 yuan are relatively rare, a bonus of 50,000 yuan is definitely a huge sum of money.

Liu Qingshan grinned: "Hey, you can't be called an award-winning writer. He can afford a house, have enough food and clothing, and create with peace of mind."

After he finished speaking, his hands were tightly grasped by the excited Gao Wenxue:

"Sanfeng, if you really can do this, then on behalf of all the authors, thank you!"

He was well aware of the hardships of being a writer, and he felt heartbroken when chatting with Lu Yao.

On the other hand, I am much luckier, and I have suffered some hardships in the past few years.

"Then let's hurry up and get this award started, and strive to select this year's awards within a month or two, and then distribute the money."

Liu Qingshan is also in a hurry, so he can't be in a hurry. Lu Yao's body has been damaged in the past two years.

"Sanfeng, are you in a hurry? We still have to collect works, organize judges, and conduct reviews. It will take more than half a year anyway."

After all, Gao Wenxue is an insider and knows these processes.

Zheng Xiaoxiao also added: "Qingshan, why do I feel like you want to send the money out now?"

Liu Qingshan glanced at him with a smile: "Of course, the first Jiapigou Literature Award is going to be awarded to Comrade Gao Wenxue and Comrade Liu Qingshan, why are you not in a hurry?"

Although she knew he was joking, Zheng Xiaoxiao still gave him a roll of her eyes: "I have never seen such a thick-skinned person give myself an award."

Liu Qingshan didn't care and pulled Gao Wenxue away: "Let's go find the old party secretary and team leader first, and we'll settle the matter tonight."

After all, the name of Jiapigou Cooperative was to be used. Although Liu Qingshan was going to pay this money, he still had to inform the two heads of the family.

After a while, several people gathered at the village headquarters. Captain Zhang asked excitedly:

"Qingshan, if you have come up with another good idea to make a fortune, just tell me, and everyone will definitely listen to you!"

Jiapigou's development today is, of course, inseparable from Liu Qingshan's brilliant ideas, and everyone has great confidence in him.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle Captain, this time it's money."

Captain Zhang waved his hand proudly: "It's time to spend money. The money you make is meant to be spent. The more you spend, the more you can earn. What's this called?"

"It's called investment." The old party secretary slowly took a puff from his small pipe and said quietly.

The cooperative's public accumulation has reached hundreds of thousands, so the two leaders are now somewhat wealthy.

"Grandpa, Party Secretary, Uncle Captain, I'm afraid this investment won't be able to get back the original cost."

Liu Qingshan briefly told the story of preparing to establish the Jiapigou Literary Award.

After hearing this, the old party secretary's eyes lit up: "Qingshan, I understand what you mean. This is a great thing to expand our reputation in Jiapigou. Grandpa supports you!"

"This is just like selecting model workers, and I support it too!"

Captain Zhang also raised his hand, and then added: "The bonus is a little higher, but don't punish too many people. If there are ten or eight evaluations a year, our cooperative cannot afford it."

Liu Qingshan was also amused, and Gao Wenxue added: "It's only one or two a year, and Qingshan pays for it."

The old party secretary was unhappy when he heard this: "That's not possible. How can we ask Qingshan to pay for our Jiapigou's fame? Don't worry, our cooperative can still afford it."

When I was poor before, I looked forward to making money; now that I have money, I have to think about how to spend it. The old party secretary still knows what he is doing despite his age.

This way of spending money is absolutely beneficial to Jiapigou and must be strongly supported.

The matter was settled like this, and the old party secretary seemed to be more concerned about it than Liu Qingshan. He quickly set up a judging committee, and several members of the village committee were judges.

Of course, there are also two experts, Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan.

Captain Zhang and Judge Zhang were the first to speak: "Let me mention a book first. Everyone, I heard a good novel on the radio these days..."

The uncle boss also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Yue Fei's biography is indeed good. I agree to give Liu Lanfang a prize."

The old party secretary knocked on the table: "It's Lao Yuan's Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It's exciting to listen to."

Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue looked at each other: Something seems wrong, right?

Captain Zhang shook his head vigorously: "It's not from our Northeast, it seems to be from the Loess Plateau, the one with Sun Shaoping and Sun Shaoan, what's the name of the book?"

"The Ordinary World." Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses and said quickly.

Captain Zhang slapped his thigh vigorously: "Yes, that's it, this one sounds good, just like our Jiapigou in the past, poor as hell, but the people there are all motivated."

Look, the eyes of the masses are sharp, what is an excellent work?

A good work is one that the masses like.

Liu Qingshan was also very pleased: "Then it's settled, our first Jiapigou Literature Award will be awarded to the book Ordinary World."

"In, Qingshan, what you said must be good."

Everyone raised their hands in unison.

Such an award involving 50,000 yuan was actually decided in just a few words.

Liu Qingshan was a little surprised, and Gao Wenxue also kept blinking his eyes: he didn't want to win this award, but he felt it was a bit too hasty and too frivolous.

But thinking about the winners and the winning works, he respected and admired them the most, so he didn't raise any objections.

After everyone made the decision, the old branch secretary remembered something: "Then we have to notify the author to come to our Jiapigou to receive the award. How can we contact them?"

The boss of the car was smart: "Do we have to invite some reporters to promote it well? 50,000 yuan?"

"By the way, we have to get a big award certificate and stamp it with the stamp of our cooperative."

Captain Zhang remembered the procedure of participating in the model workers' conference and thought it would be great.

Maybe he could even sit on the rostrum to present an award, which would be fun.

Seeing that everyone was so enthusiastic, Liu Qingshan was of course not happy. The sooner he got the money, the sooner he could change the status quo.

The task of contacting the writer fell on Gao Wenxue, who had Lu Yao's contact information.

He also had to contact the reporter. According to the old branch secretary's idea, he should invite Lin Zizhou, but Liu Qingshan stopped him. It's better to keep a low profile on this matter.

Your prize money is so high that it surpasses other literary awards.

Besides, writers look down on each other. If someone gets jealous and says something bad, it will be bad.

After thinking about it, he just needs to call Lu Xiaofeng in Songjiang City. This young female reporter is Lu Xiaolong's sister, so she is also one of us.

Now it's off work, so he can contact Lu Xiaofeng tomorrow.

Gao Wenxue, on the other hand, started to contact Lu Yao anxiously.

According to him, Lu is currently squatting in a coal mine, creating and experiencing life at the same time.

It was very difficult to make the call. After a long time of going back and forth, he finally found the real person.

Gao Wenxue excitedly reported the good news: "Brother Wang, congratulations, you won the prize!"

A simple voice came from the other end of the phone: "What prize? I won't go, I don't have money to pay for the trip."

Liu Qingshan, who was sitting next to him and listening, felt a pang in his heart.

Old Party Secretary Captain Zhang and the others looked at each other. Captain Zhang scratched the back of his head: "I thought writers were all rich?"

Gao Wenxue continued to say happily: "Brother Wang, you didn't come to collect the 50,000 yuan prize."

"What, how much?"

"50,000 yuan!"

"Is it true?"

"Absolutely true!"

"Okay, Brother Wenxue, I believe you, I will arrange the travel expenses right away, when will you give out the prize?"

This had not been studied just now, so Gao Wenxue turned around and asked the old Party Secretary: "When will we give out the prize?"

The old Party Secretary and the others looked at Liu Qingshan again, and Liu Qingshan thought: "When they come, we will give out the prize."

March, early spring

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

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

It's like the roar of 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, falls to the mortal world.

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

The city is in ruins, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

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

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remain, and it is hard to tell which is which.

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

The white fur has long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seem to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure is lying.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and 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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