Goldfinger is a bit strange

The Jiapigou Literary Award will of course be awarded in Jiapigou.

In fact, according to the intention of the county Culture and Sports Bureau, it was to be held in the county seat, but Liu Qingshan did not agree.

If it's not a big city like the capital or Hujiang, there doesn't seem to be much difference between Bishui County and Jiapigou.

Whoever gets the money has the final say, so the county has no choice but to give up. However, the leaders of the Culture and Sports Bureau still took the initiative to apply to attend the award ceremony.

Even Secretary Wang was impressed and excitedly came to attend such a grand event.

Liu Qingshan quickly called Secretary Wang and explained the stakes.

Once he heard that this might be a bomb, Secretary Wang gave up the idea of ​​coming to present the award.

In fact, even Zheng Hongqi and Liu Qingshan would not ask him to get involved to avoid any negative impact.

As for the bonus of 50,000 yuan, in this era when the per capita annual income is about 1,000 yuan, what kind of trend might such a huge sum of money cause?

As for Jiapigou and Liu Qingshan, they are not afraid anymore: the old party secretaries and the others are the most basic cadres, how can they be demoted?

Even if he is no longer a village cadre, he is still the leader of Jiapigou Cooperative, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

So on the day of the award ceremony, except for a few leaders from the county Culture and Sports Bureau, there were no official people.

Even the publicity committee members of the commune were blocked by Liu Qingshan to avoid being implicated.

As for the leaders of the Culture and Sports Bureau, they were not invited but forced to come, so there was nothing Liu Qingshan could do.

But there were quite a lot of people attending the ceremony, and most of the villagers from Jiapigou were present.

The scene was located in the courtyard of the village headquarters, and cheerful music was also played from the loudspeakers.

A temporary podium was set up at the front, and a few tables were moved from the school. At first glance, it was the Caotai team.

The media representatives, in addition to the reporter Lu Xiaofeng sent by Songjiang City, are two reporters from the county TV station. They have been to Jiapigou many times before.

One of them is responsible for taking photos and the other is responsible for video recording, and they are relatively conscientious.

Also invited to attend the ceremony were Mr. Song, a representative from Hong Kong Island, and his disciples.

Victor, a best-selling author from France, and his assistant Leo.

There is also Choi Minho, a representative from South Korea, and together they form an international delegation.

These few foreign faces have suddenly raised the level of the Jiapigou Literature Award, giving it a somewhat international feel.

"Liu, it would be great if your Jiapigou Literature Award was an international award. I would definitely sponsor it."

Victor feels that Liu Qingshan's narrow nationalism reflects very little internationalism and must be criticized.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: "Okay, if you are willing to spend money to sponsor, then ours will immediately become an international award!"

Victor combed the corners of his hair with his hands and said calmly: "If you can name it, I will sponsor it all."

"It's better not to use it. It's sunny here, so you'd better find a cool place to stay."

Before Liu Qingshan could express his stance, Captain Zhang flatly refused.

Victor didn't know the profoundness of Chinese, so he thought it was because he was afraid of exposing him to the sun, so he kept thanking Captain Zhang.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the award ceremony officially started.

Although it is a grassroots team, there are still procedures that should be followed.

The first item on the agenda is for everyone to stand up, raise the national flag and play the national anthem.

Immediately, the majestic national anthem rang out in the audience, and the little kids sang especially enthusiastically.

They all learned it in school, and the village primary school held a flag-raising ceremony every Monday.

On the second agenda, the old branch secretary announced the list of winners.

The list is very simple, just the name of Writer Lu, but it is quite formal.

Below is the signature of the recommender. If you don't know how to sign, just print your fingerprint. There are several long lines, all of them are villagers from Jiapigou.

The list of winners took less than three seconds to read, but the recommenders below took several minutes to read.

This is what Liu Qingshan meant. After all, everyone is getting money, so they have to join in and mix in, which is a bit of a ritual.

"Hehe, this money is not in vain, you even read my name just now."

Zhang Gangzi was smiling. He also liked to listen to the ordinary world broadcast on the radio every noon.

Da Zhangluo next to him curled his lips: "What's so exciting about this? Everyone has their names."

Zhang Gangzi said to him: "That's different, Da Zhangluo, haven't you noticed that I look very much like Sun Shaoan in there."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and Dashuai Zhang spoke frankly:

"If Sun Shaoan is as bad as you, then there is no need to award this award!"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Zhang Gangzi also blushed: "What happened to me? It was even published in the People's Newspaper!"

Captain Zhang next to him was quite fair, so he defended Zhang Pangzi: "Our pole has been pretty good in the past two years. I watched a movie in the last two days, and our cow is 100 years old. I think, the pole is like the inside... "

"Niu is 100 years old!" Zhang Gangzi was also happy from ear to ear.

Captain Zhang shook his head: "It's not Niu Baisui, it's Tian Fu, the lazy guy inside."

Zhang Gangzi's face suddenly turned red, and he finally said: "Captain, believe it or not, I am also holding a big stone and smashing your pot."

"You should learn something good!"

Captain Zhang glared hard at this guy, and then heard the old branch secretary in front of him read his name.

"Now, I would like to invite Comrade Zhang Guofu, the village chief of Jiapigou, to present certificates to the winners!"

Captain Zhang immediately squeezed to the front happily, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

Then the two little guys, Lao Si and Lao Wu, took over a large frame with both hands, and inside was a certificate that had been written long ago.

On the rostrum in front, the leader of the county culture and sports bureau was a little unhappy: This Jiapigou doesn't understand the rules. Shouldn't it be whoever has the higher official position should award the prize?

But how did they know that Liu Qingshan intended to protect them? If this incident caused any trouble, nothing would happen to them.

Writer Lu was a little dazed as he took the certificate from Captain Zhang and shook hands with Captain Zhang.

Sure enough, it was pretty much what he expected. He won a certificate, but this really couldn't help change his current situation.

The villagers in the audience were quite enthusiastic and clapped their hands vigorously.

Especially the little ones, they were so envious. They were looking forward to receiving certificates as soon as the exam was over.

The award ceremony continued, and the old branch secretary also read slowly: "I will present commemorative medals to the winners."

The four and five children came on stage again, holding a plate together, which was also covered with a piece of red flannel in a decent manner.

The old branch secretary opened the flannel and saw a golden object in the middle of the plate. It was a round medal, about the size of a child's fist.

The medal is relatively thick, with an animal carved on it, with its head and tail wagging, majestic, and looks like a dinosaur.

The old branch secretary continued: "This is the symbol of our Jiapigou, the green mountain dragon, and it is also the name of our Jiapigou Literature Award..."

"mascot!"

The little old boy next to him reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, it is a mascot. I hope that the winning writers will all become dragons!"

The old party secretary picked up Qingshan Long's medal with both hands, and then looked at Writer Lu with a smile.

Liu Qingshan specially asked Zhang Bizi to design this medal.

Writer Lu once again stepped onto the podium, feeling helpless and a little moved.

After all, if your work can be recognized by others, no matter who it is, you are worthy of pride.

"Writer Lu, congratulations. This mascot is quite heavy. You should keep it well." The old party secretary also shook hands cordially.

Writer Lu was busy shaking hands with his right hand. He was holding the medal in his left hand. He felt his hand heavy and almost dropped it to the ground.

He also sensed something was wrong, weighed the thick medal, and was stunned: This thing is actually gold!

Of course it's gold, and it weighs nearly three hundred grams. Even according to the current price of gold, it's worth more than two thousand yuan.

The old branch secretary continued to present the awards: "Now, let's invite Comrade Liu Qingshan from Jiapigou to award the prizes to the winners!"

The applause from below erupted again, and this time it was particularly warm.

The old party secretary tapped the microphone again: "Because the bonus is a bit large, we will not pay it in cash, but in the form of passbooks."

Those on the rostrum were completely disappointed: it had nothing to do with them.

Liu Qingshan also walked to the stage, picked up a passbook from the tray carried by the fourth and fifth children, and showed it in public:

"The bonus is 50,000 yuan."

"good!"

The villagers below cheered in unison, and then began to applaud enthusiastically. After all, each of them had a share of the money, so they all felt proud.

The leaders on the stage were also shocked: What, so much money, is it real or fake?

Also stunned was Writer Lu. The gold medal just now had surprised him enough. He never expected that there was really a bonus, and it was really 50,000 yuan.

Is this real? It's not a dream, right?

"Brother Wang, accept the award. This is your honor and no one else can take it away."

Liu Qingshan looked at Writer Lu in a daze and couldn't help but call him.

Writer Lu finally came to his senses, walked to Liu Qingshan, stretched out his slightly trembling hands, and took the bankbook.

Look at the number above, yes, it’s really fifty thousand yuan.

In an instant, all the hard work, all the suffering, all the injustices disappeared at this moment.

The monetary reward is not what he hopes for, but it is what he needs most!

With this money, he can create with peace of mind and finish writing the trilogy.

With this money, he can maintain the stability of the family and fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.

With this money, he can create more works...

Amidst the warm applause, the voice of the old party secretary sounded again: "Now, I would like to invite the award-winning writer Lu to give his acceptance speech. Everyone is welcome!"

The applause was overwhelming, and Writer Lu finally came to his senses. He raised his arms, waved around, and then said loudly:

"Thank you folks from Jiapigou, thank you all."

"Before I got this passbook, I was always skeptical, because the bonus is indeed a bit large, so much that people can't believe it."

"But I believe it now. Thanks to the folks for their encouragement. I will continue to work hard and write more and better works to repay everyone."

Speaking of which, Writer Lu is not very good at words, but he is in a very agitated mood right now, and there are some words that he cannot say without saying anything:

"What I especially want to say is that writers are also human beings and they also need to live and eat and drink. Therefore, I am particularly grateful to Jiapigou Cooperative for giving me such great material support."

"Don't worry, I will definitely turn these into spiritual motivation and produce more and better spiritual food!"

"I'm very excited now and don't know what to say. I just want to send this sentence to everyone."

“Work like an ox, give like the land!”

Lu the writer bowed to express his gratitude.

The extremely simple words echoed in everyone's heart. The farmers present nodded vigorously. They agreed with this sentence the most.

Zhang Ganzi's heart was also touched. He changed from a lazy man to a typical example of hardworking and getting rich. Wasn't it because of labor?

He waved his arms vigorously and shouted excitedly:

"The writer is still good. I used this sentence. It will be my motto, yes, epitaph!"

Zhang Xiaoman next to him hurriedly reminded: "Dad, it's a motto. The epitaph is engraved after death."

The scene was silent, and then there was a burst of laughter.

Zhang Ganzi smacked his eyes hard: "It's okay, anyway, I used it. When I'm alive, I use this sentence as a motto. When I die, it will be an epitaph!"

This time, everyone didn't laugh again. Instead, they looked at Zhang Ganzi with a bit of respect.

Liu Qingshan was also very uneasy: Isn't this the power of literature?

"It's really worth the trip, so touching!"

Lv Xiaofeng was also deeply moved, her eyes were red.

She decided to write a good report after she returned to publicize such a meaningful event.

A young voice suddenly rang out in the crowd:

"I want to be a writer when I grow up!"

Er Niuzi waved his little arms and shouted excitedly.

The other kids were also moved, and they all shouted: "Yes, we all want to be writers!"

The old branch secretary was also very pleased, and gently stroked Er Niuzi's little head with his hand:

"Good kid, you have really grown up, study hard, and write good books that are loved by the people like Lu writer in the future!"

Yeah!

Er Niuzi nodded vigorously: "I still have to make a lot of money!"

Everyone was stunned, and then laughed kindly together. They all understood now: writers are also people, and they also need money.

In less than half an hour, the simple and plain award ceremony ended.

But the impact on the villagers of Jiapigou was extremely far-reaching, and they witnessed the power of literature together.

The biggest influence was on the children, and a precious seed was buried in their hearts.

Sooner or later, it will take root and sprout, and grow into a towering tree.

Everyone gathered in the courtyard of the team headquarters, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time. Taking this opportunity, Yang Hongying also had something to announce, so she stood in front of the microphone and tapped it gently a few times.

"Haha, the bride has something to say, everyone listen." Someone shouted.

Yang Hongying blushed slightly, and bowed first: "Thank you all for attending our wedding yesterday, and so many people gave money as gifts. Hongqi and I are deeply grateful."

"However, there are several foreign friends who gave more gifts, and we are unworthy of it."

"So Hongqi and I discussed and decided to donate this money to the nursing home in our town to improve the lives of the elderly. Thank you everyone, I'm done."

After another bow, Yang Hongying hurried off the stage.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then someone took the lead in applauding. Soon, the applause was loud.

Zhang Ganzi was envious and shouted: "My wife will give birth in two days. If you take eggs and other things to increase milk production, I will donate them all to the nursing home..."

As he was talking, he saw the captain's aunt running over in a hurry:

"Ganzi, you are still talking nonsense here, your wife is about to give birth!"

Zhang Ganzi turned around and ran away, shouting: "I'm going to be a father again, don't forget to increase milk production."

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 overlapped and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning and rumbling thunder.

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

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

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, 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 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 fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking 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 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 shabby coat from all directions, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, it will instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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After a long time, the opportunity comes, and the greedy vulture finally completely buries its head in the belly of the wild dog.

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