Goldfinger is a bit strange

Liu Qingshan put down his chopsticks and took time to go home.

More than a dozen people followed him, all of whom had eaten first, and followed him to the boss's house to take a look.

There were Gao Lingfeng, several of Liu Qingshan's classmates, and Sister Zhang led A Mao and the others. The rest had not left the table yet.

"Boss, your house must be the best in the village, right?" Xiao Dengzi asked. In his opinion, the boss's family was the richest, so of course they lived in the best house.

Liu Qingshan smiled without saying a word, pointing to the yard in front: "We're here, this is my home, welcome."

There were lights on in the yard, and it was clear. The low thatched house had a layer of plastic cloth on the windows, yellow mud walls, and a few strings of red peppers and dried mushrooms hanging under the eaves.

It had a farmhouse atmosphere, but it was a little different from what everyone imagined. It seemed a little too shabby.

In their opinion, they should live in a small Western-style building.

The big dog in the yard rushed out happily, pounced on Liu Qingshan, and made a baby-like humming sound.

I haven't seen my little master for several months, and I miss him very much.

Sister Zhang is not afraid of dogs. She even went up to touch the dog's head, and then she babbled: "There is a small one behind. Hey, what kind is this one?"

The fire fox dodged her claws, ran to Liu Qingshan in small steps, and rubbed his head on his thigh twice.

At this time, everyone saw the big fluffy tail and immediately exclaimed: "Fox!"

Liu Qingshan took off his gloves and gently stroked the fire fox's head with his hand. With the help of the light, he saw that the white hair around its mouth was even thicker.

"Old Four, Old Five, take out a bottle of wine from my bag." Liu Qingshan shouted into the house. His backpack had long been carried back by Old Four and the others.

Soon, the two little girls ran out, the fourth one was holding a bottle of good wine, and Shanxing took out the wine bowl used by Fire Fox directly from the outer room.

He poured more than two taels of wine into the bowl, and the wine aroma immediately filled the air. Fire Fox was not polite and licked it with relish.

Everyone looked at this scene and felt a little weird, and no one spoke for a while.

After Fire Fox finished drinking the wine, he staggered to the firewood fence and lay down to sleep.

The solemn look on Liu Qingshan's face disappeared, and he smiled and opened the door: "Everyone come in, this is my home."

The house was very warm, still the same as before, but with a few more electrical appliances.

Several old men and women were sitting in front of the kang table playing cards.

Liu Qingshan hurried forward: "Grandpa and grandma, Grandma Qiuju, Grandpa, Uncle, Grandpa Wang, I'm back!"

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Grandma and Grandma Qiuju were waiting on the side, happily inviting everyone to sit down and handing over snacks such as melon seeds, hazelnuts, and pine seeds.

"Grandpa, how is your health recovering?" Liu Qingshan came to Grandpa's side and helped him pinch his thighs. He felt the muscles in Grandpa's legs tremble, and it seemed that he had already felt it.

Grandpa Lin reached out and touched Liu Qingshan's head: "Now you can use crutches. Your master said that in a few months, you can throw away the crutches."

"Okay, then compete with my grandfather and run a marathon." Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

Then he turned to Grandpa Huang: "Uncle, are you used to living here?"

Grandpa Huang just nodded and stared at the cards in his hand with full concentration.

He was not very skilled in playing cards and could not read the cards. He could only read the whole card, so he held the cards loosely. Professor Wang next to him kept peeking at him.

"Grandpa Wang, stop peeking!" Huang Yueming was of course helping his grandfather.

The old men on the same bed were all having fun. Liu Qingshan was also happy and called Huang Yueming, "Cousin, let me introduce you."

The focus was on Lao Cui and Sister Zhang. Huang Yueming talked to them with great interest.

In Hong Kong Island, entertainment is more developed and more formal, closer to the West.

Like in China, there are currently no formal brokerage companies and brokers.

Huang Yueming took a cassette from the cabinet cover: "I didn't expect the cassette to be released so soon. The songs in it are all very good."

"After the Spring Festival, I will contact and strive to sell it in Hong Kong Island. Mr. Cui and Ms. Zhang will also go to Hong Kong Island to see if they can hold a concert in Hung Hom."

Since she promised Liu Qingshan to help expand the overseas market, she must start from Hong Kong Island.

These days in this quiet mountain village, she has not been idle. She has written a plan and contacted Hong Kong Island.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "It's good to put Hong Kong Island as the first stop, but don't force it. Hong Kong Island has a high self-esteem and is relatively xenophobic. It is not the focus of our development. We still have to focus on Europe and the United States."

Huang Yueming blinked her clear big eyes: This little cousin has a big heart. I guess in his heart, Hong Kong Island is just a small place, right?

As everyone was chatting, they heard the sound of a loud speaker faintly coming from outside the house. The house was tight in winter, so it was a little hard to hear.

But there were the fourth and fifth children. They went out to listen and then ran back to report: "Dividends are distributed, dividends are distributed!"

The old people on the kang were still playing cards.

So Liu Qingshan led everyone to get up, said hello to the group of old people on the kang, and rushed to the meeting room of the village office.

The meeting room was already crowded with people, and they couldn't get in at all. Then they heard the voice of Captain Zhang from the room:

"The shopkeepers of each shop stay here, and the rest go to other rooms first. Er Niuzi, if you little bastards make trouble again, I will cut off all the little things!"

Then I saw a few little kids running out of the house with a smile. Er Niuzi, the famous crying spirit, is now much tougher, and his little hands are still covering his crotch.

There was a lot of space in the house, and Liu Qingshan led the audience in.

Scanning the crowd, I saw that my eldest brother-in-law Gao Wenxue was also present, and Lu Writer was sitting next to him. The two brothers were chatting.

Next to them, there was a pretty figure, Zheng Xiaoxiao.

She was holding a ballpoint pen and a small notebook in her hand, and seemed to be writing something on it.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing: You're starting to learn skills now, have you become a disciple?

Zheng Xiaoxiao learned Wenxue, although I didn't hear her say it, but Liu Qingshan knew her too well, and she must want to be a female writer.

"Brother Wang."

Liu Qingshan went over to say hello and looked at Writer Lu's complexion. He looked pretty good.

"Qingshan is on vacation."

Writer Lu's eyes behind his glasses also lit up, flashing with excitement.

After a few months of recuperation, he could clearly feel the changes in his body, and in this quiet little mountain village, he could also devote himself to his creation. Now he has finished writing the third part of the world.

With like-minded friends accompanying him, his wife also moved here, and was arranged to work as the deputy director of the instant noodle factory in the county.

All the unsatisfactory things in life seemed to disappear at once.

Of course, all this was the credit of the young man in front of him, so his heart was full of emotion.

After chatting for a few words, Liu Qingshan was happy for him when he heard that the manuscript was successfully completed.

In the original trajectory, after Writer Lu finished this masterpiece, he threw the ballpoint pen in his hand out of the window with all his strength.

There are too many things in it, and others can't understand it at all.

But now it's much better, and he can continue to create.

The pen in the hands of writers is like the steel gun in the hands of soldiers.

A sense of achievement in changing history surged in Liu Qingshan's heart: "Brother Wang, the next step is to strive for the third Mao Dun Literature Award. I think it is very promising."

Writer Lu's eyes were firm. He still had this confidence. Zheng Xiaoxiao beside him also nodded his head vigorously, as if he was more confident.

Liu Qingshan continued: "Then we will hire a good translation team to translate the works and sell them abroad to compete for the Nobel Prize in Literature!"

Everyone was stunned: Who is this person?

Liu Qingshan heard the discussion behind him and introduced them to everyone: "These two are writers. This is Brother Wang, the author of Ordinary World."

"The author of that book is not Lu..."

Amao was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and hurried forward to shake hands, "I like Tian Xiaoxia in it the most!"

Liu Qingshan then introduced: "And this one is my brother-in-law Gao Wenxue, whose representative work is Desire."

Everyone was shocked again. Since last year, the two most popular novels have been The World and Desire. Unexpectedly, these two great writers are hiding here.

In this era, poets and writers are the most respected, and singers like them have to sit in the back row.

They introduced each other. Everyone is considered a literary and artistic worker, so they can talk to each other.

At this time, the old branch secretary in front knocked on the table, and everyone fell silent.

The old branch secretary said: "Everyone has been looking forward to the dividend for a long time. Qingshan is back today. Without him as a leader, everyone will feel uneasy with the money."

I don't know who took the lead, but warm applause rang out in the room.

Liu Qingshan stood up and bowed: "Thank you for your trust and kindness."

The people in the company under the big tree finally knew the true status of their boss in this small mountain village.

"Our Jiapigou Cooperative did well last year. The original advantageous industries continued to develop, and some industries have completed the replacement."

The old branch secretary wore reading glasses and spoke more and more skillfully: "More importantly, we played a demonstration and leading role last year. Songjiang green rice has been developed to more than 2,000 acres along the Xiaosongjiang River..."

"Songjiang green rice, I've eaten it, it's delicious, it turns out it's produced here!" A Mao whispered excitedly.

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes at her: "When you leave, take as much as you can carry."

"Really?" This girl has a big frame. If she tries hard, she might be able to carry a hundred or eighty kilograms.

The old branch secretary continued, "And our partners in Jiapigou have all embarked on the road of characteristic development, planting black fungus, breeding sika deer, breeding wild boars, breeding wild geese, etc., all of which have been successful."

The group of people under the big tree also understood a little: the wild game they eat in the county is probably from this.

At that time, I heard from the county leaders that all of them were exported to Europe to earn foreign exchange. I didn't expect that they were also made by this small mountain village. No wonder it can become a 100,000 yuan village, and the donations are donated one by one.

The old branch secretary continued, "While they are getting rich, they also generate income for our cooperative. Everyone gets rich together. This is what our country advocates."

"In the past few days, several village leaders have come to our Jiapigou to discuss cooperation. It happened that Qingshan came back and made a decision tomorrow."

Liu Qingshan quickly stood up and agreed, "Grandpa Secretary, OK, we will study it together then."

Perhaps the villagers felt a little bored listening to the speech of the old party secretary.

But Liu Qingshan was very pleased. He could feel that the theoretical level of Grandpa Party Secretary had improved a lot. It was not easy at such an old age.

Maybe in the future he can become an influential representative of rural grassroots cadres, on the same level as the old leader in West China.

Then he looked at the old branch secretary. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a straight collar on his shirt, and his silver hair was combed meticulously and carried back.

With his dark and rosy face, he has begun to take on the spirit of a farmer entrepreneur.

"Now let's ask the boss of the car to announce the income. It's still the same old rule. Just give a rough outline. Later, I will post the detailed income and expenditure outside so that everyone can take a closer look."

The old party secretary waved his hand and handed the microphone to the uncle.

The boss of the car coughed lightly: "Last year, for us, Jiapigou, while solidifying our foundation, we also embarked on the fast lane of economic development..."

Oops, okay, the cadres in this village always talk in one way, that’s awesome!

The group of onlookers under the big tree were completely convinced. This was the first time they heard about the fast lane, and the country had never mentioned it like this.

But when you think about it, you can understand: This small mountain village is leading the country in development, so it is of course on the fast track.

But the villagers didn't give him any face, and a group of people started to boo: "Boss, Lao Gan said, it will be midnight soon!"

The owner of the car glanced down: "That's not a good time. Go home and feed the cow twice."

These people from the city didn't understand and thought they were just feeding the cattle and horses in the middle of the night.

Then the owner of the car started to read one by one: "Songjiang Qingdao, we produced nearly 500 rice in Jiapigou, and the foreign exchange earned from exports, converted into our own money, totaled 2.4 million."

"In addition, the sales of green rice produced in other places, which we help contact, also have a profit of nearly 600,000 yuan, so the total income from this area is 3 million yuan."

I don't know who took the lead. There was warm applause in the conference room. Even the people Liu Qingshan brought back clapped their hands vigorously, as if they had a share of the money.

Gao Lingfeng had the deepest feeling: Three million, and it is still earning foreign exchange through exports. This small mountain village is really amazing!

For today's people, millions are simply astronomical figures that are unimaginable.

When the room calmed down, the owner of the car continued to read: "The second item is mainly the income from special breeding. According to the original agreement, our cooperative will underwrite the sales and share the profits."

"This part is mainly the contract signed at the Canton Fair. The total foreign exchange earned is more than 2 million US dollars, and we can share half of it."

"Of course, the country needs foreign exchange, so what comes to us is our own country's money. This is just right. If I give you US dollars, we don't have anywhere to spend it."

Everyone calculated in their minds: this item is another more than three million yuan. wWw.seven

There are only about 40 households in the small mountain village. On average, the household income has already exceeded 100,000 yuan.

This is not the most awesome thing. The most amazing thing is that all the money they make is in foreign exchange. Just tell me whether you are convinced or not?

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's 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 red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and 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 with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

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

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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

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