Goldfinger is a bit strange

In the Museum of Ancient Anthropology, the tourists were really shocked, especially after seeing the plump goddess statue, they felt an urge to worship her.

They may worry about other people's opinions, but poets don't care about that.

Haizi knelt directly on the cold cement floor, worshiped devoutly, and was still mumbling something, probably a new poem.

"We people, who have lived in vain for decades, are not as free and easy as others. We can cry when we want, laugh when we want, and kneel when we want."

Master Biao also muttered with emotion, and then slowly knelt down on the ground.

Liu Qingshan did not stop him, he knelt down to worship his ancestors, it was only natural and right.

It was already afternoon when everyone came out of the Museum of Ancient Anthropology, and everyone's soul seemed to have been baptized.

An old gentleman also said excitedly: "This place is really good. When I go back, I will promote it with the old guys."

An old lady next to her also nodded: "I kowtowed a few times just now, and I feel much happier. The guilt I felt towards my parents and elders seems to be gone."

Everyone felt the same and nodded one after another.

Chu Yunxiu also suddenly interjected: "Then this place will be the base of our travel agency from now on!"

Liu Qingshan smiled and poked her forehead: "What kind of stronghold? If you don't know, you might think it's a Japs bunker."

Everyone looked at them and smiled. Only Sun Xiaohong pulled the corner of Liu Qingshan's clothes: "Brother Qingshan, that man is still in a daze in front of the statue of the goddess."

"It's okay. He's a poet. He probably has some inspiration again. Don't bother him." Liu Qingshan waved his hand and took everyone directly to the adjacent wild vegetable factory for dinner.

When eating at the Wild Vegetable Factory, of course, you will mainly focus on mountain delicacies.

I also heard from deputy director Liu Wenjuan that after most of their wild vegetables were exported, these tourists bought some.

After everyone finished eating, Haizi ran back happily, snoring and grabbing three bowls of rice, and then he followed them back to the village.

Looking at his current state, Liu Qingshan was completely relieved.

Liu Qingshan had just returned to the village. Before he could go home, he was pulled to the village headquarters with a smile. Everyone was waiting for him to arrive and then distribute the year-end dividends.

With this excitement, Taiwanese compatriots like Mr. Biao were also surprised to see it.

There is no such thing as betrayal, and since there is only one hundred thousand yuan village in the country, it would make Taiwan compatriots look at it and it would make them look bad.

So even the official staff who came with him did not stop him.

The meeting room in the village headquarters was crowded and almost full.

The old party secretary tapped his small pipe: "Don't smoke, it's too choked in the house."

"Second uncle, when you're done smoking with me, you won't care about anyone else."

Zhang Gongzi was smoking a piece of Huazi that Liu Qingshan handed him. He just took a few sips and was a little reluctant to throw it away.

A hand stretched out from the side and pinched out Zhang Zhanzi's cigarette: "If you smoke again, you will be strangled to death as well."

Look, it's Marshal Zhang. Zhang Gangzi didn't dare to say a word.

Before the dividends were distributed, Liu Qingshan said a few words: "Folks, please be quiet. This year's dividends will not be distributed to each household. Our cooperative will pool this money and invest it."

"Qingshan, what is investment? Isn't it the one we talked about a few years ago, which is to invest in capitalism? Isn't that a mistake?" Someone yelled below.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It is to use our idle funds. It has nothing to do with capitalism."

"I have discussed with the party secretary and the others to open a Jiapigou mountain product store in a big city, and from now on we will specialize in selling the mountain products we produce."

"To open a store, we need to have a good reputation. Let's use the dividends to buy the store. Everyone understands, right?"

Everyone seemed to understand a little bit, and Zhang Gangzi even shouted:

"Qingshan, you don't have to tell us this. You can do whatever you want. Everyone supports you. We don't understand anyway."

This is true. The village representatives nodded vigorously. They all believed in Liu Qingshan anyway.

This has been tested in practice. Besides, Qingshan has gone out to drink foreign ink now, and his vision and knowledge must be better than before.

No matter what the facts are, this is what everyone thinks.

Those who attended the meeting were a little puzzled. They couldn't understand why Liu Qingshan, a young man, could be so trusted?

Liu Qingshan pressed his hands down, and the conference room became quiet again:

"One more thing needs to be explained. If each family needs money urgently, they can borrow money from the cooperative for turnover, and then pay it back in time."

The cooperative has public accumulation, which is enough to cope with it. After all, it is very rare for large sums of money to be spent.

After Liu Qingshan finished speaking, he gave up his seat to the boss uncle, who announced the cooperative's income.

In fact, Liu Qingshan also wanted to hear it. He had hardly been in the village this year, and he didn't know some specific situations.

The owner of the car put on his reading glasses and began to announce one by one: Agriculture, Forestry, Animal Husbandry, and Deputy, very detailed.

The Taiwanese compatriots headed by Mr. Biao became more and more frightened the more they heard this: Compared with them, this income is only high but not low.

Master Biao's son Zhang Xiaozhong originally planned to invest some money here, but now he has completely given up the idea: If you don't see that the spare money in other people's hands cannot be spent, why do you still take the initiative to invest?

It made Zhang Xiaozhong want to attract some investment from Jiapigou and put it into his industry.

There are indeed a lot of industries in Jiapigou. The car owner talked about it for a long time, but everyone only remembered a few main incomes:

One is the Songjiang green rice produced, which is mainly exported to South Korea, with revenue reaching three million Chinese dollars.

They have eaten this rice in the past two days. It tastes really good. They didn't expect the export price to be so high.

"Then why don't you expand production?" Master Biao was a little anxious. They also use rice as their staple food and want to import Songjiang green rice.

Liu Qingshan, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said: "We have limited arable land in Jiapigou and can only plant so much. However, we have led the surrounding areas in the past two years and vigorously developed rice cultivation. The output will definitely increase year by year." More than 7K years.

Master Biao gave a thumbs up, and then glanced at Zhang Xiaozhong. Zhang Xiaozhong nodded. He decided to take the time to talk to Liu Qingshan about importing Songjiang green rice.

The second major income comes from the export of special cultured meat to Europe. This part has doubled from last year, earning US$5 million in foreign exchange.

Here, Jiapigou can get half of the profits.

The third item is the export of wild vegetables, and the fourth item is the income from the export of Monkey Wine, both of which are worth more than one million.

The remaining income, in comparison, is less, with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars in profits, such as dairy farms, pig farms, plastic greenhouses, etc.

It feels like it's small, but it doesn't mean it's really small compared to those with incomes exceeding one million.

If this were placed in other villages, it would be a huge amount of income.

There are also some dry stock dividend projects, mainly from pharmaceutical factories, instant noodle factories, ham sausage factories, etc. that are affiliated with cooperatives, and they are also very impressive.

Complete liberalization of the private economy would have to wait until 1992, after the second southern tour.

After the uncle boss made the announcement, more than an hour had passed. The uncle hurriedly held the teapot and drank it hard.

Taking advantage of this free time, some of the group also went out to smoke a cigarette and relax.

Master Biao and other Taiwanese compatriots all turned into curious babies. Master Biao directly asked Liu Qingshan: "Xiao Shanzi, how come your village is doing so well?"

"When I went back to my hometown in Fengtian, the noise was much better than in previous years, but the annual income of each household is only a few thousand yuan. How do you manage this?"

An old lady next to me also felt strange: "Yes, Xiao Shanzi, who came up with all the money-making projects you have?"

Liu Qingshan didn't want Mrs. Wang to sell melons, so he kept saying: "More people bring wisdom, it's all done by everyone."

"Stop talking about these useless things. The folks in my hometown are still working hard. Why are they not like you? Aren't they in need of leaders?"

"This is just like before liberation. The common people have no food to eat, and they all want to go up the mountain to become beards. But if there is no leader, they still can't pull off the hair."

Liu Qingshan blinked: Isn’t this Mr. Biao born with a beard? Fengtian is a place that specializes in beards. Isn’t that the hometown of Marshal Zhang?

But if according to your statement, wouldn’t I become a bearded man?

A picture emerged in Liu Qingshan's mind:

Two groups of beards were confronting each other. The other party pointed in Liu Qingshan's direction: "Whoever is in charge of the opposite side, who is from the top of the mountain? Can you give me your number?"

Liu Qingshan slapped his chest: Northwest Xuantian is a flower, Jin Gelanrong is the same family, brother Liu Qingshan, nicknamed Liu Sanfeng!

If he raised his orchid finger, he would probably get a piece of it from the other side, right?

While Liu Qingshan was guessing, Grandpa, the party secretary, walked over with a small pipe in his hand: "Brother Zhang, our business in Jiapigou is not all created by Qingshan."

After finishing speaking, the party secretary walked out of the door, leaving only the curl of green smoke.

Ahem! Master Biao choked and coughed twice due to the spicy smell of leaf cigarettes. Of course, he might also have been shocked.

He looked at Liu Qingshan again: "You're such a little kid, you're not honest at all, and you're still here ambushing Master Biao."

Liu Qingshan glanced at Zhang Xiaozhong next to him: "Master Biao, if you always have something to say, just give me orders. Whatever I can do, I will do my best."

"You..." Master Biao pointed twice: "I know you are a monkey spirit, okay, I originally wanted to invest some money in the interior to help you."

"Now it seems that there is no need for this. Your kid is richer than me."

Liu Qingshan quickly said politely: "We in Jiapigou are one step richer than other places, but our country is big and has just developed, and is most short of funds. You should invest."

At this time, Zhang Xiaozhong interjected: "Qingshan, we don't know much about the situation in the interior. If you have time, you can chat with us."

As he spoke, he paused: "I heard that there are Taiwanese compatriots on the Hujiang River producing instant noodles, but they are so overwhelmed by your unified instant noodles that they can't raise their heads."

"Haha, business is business. We really didn't target Taiwanese compatriots on purpose." Liu Qingshan quickly put aside his responsibility. He couldn't afford to wear such a big hat.

When it comes to instant noodles made by a certain chef, it's quite miserable. They encountered a big enemy like Tongyi. Ever since Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage Noodles came out, they were so sour that they were defeated. Looking at it, half of the country in the south of the Yangtze River will not be saved.

In the end, the higher-ups couldn't sit still, so they sent word to the unified factory to leave a way for them to survive.

After all, they are Taiwan compatriots who come to invest in the mainland. If they really suffer heavy losses, the impact will be bad and it will also dampen the enthusiasm of other compatriots to invest.

Zhang Xiaozhong smiled and nodded: "I'm just telling you, why are Master X and his brothers so embarrassed? I just realized it when I heard it. It turns out that it was you who created the unified instant noodles. No wonder."

Since Zhang Xiaozhong has the intention to invest, Liu Qingshan also welcomes him. They agreed to find time to chat, and the dividend meeting here continued.

The second half was mainly the boss talking about the income of each household. Although the money was not distributed to each household today, Zhang Ganzi's name was still read out first according to custom.

"Zhang Ganzi, the total dividend for you two is 238,200 yuan."

More than 200,000!

When the representatives of each household heard this, they immediately knew the answer, because compared with Zhang Ganzi, they had only more and no less.

Liu Qingshan was also a little surprised: last year it was a 100,000 yuan village, and this year it officially entered a 200,000 yuan village, not bad, one step forward every year.

"I know." Zhang Ganzi, who was sitting below, stood up and agreed, then smacked his lips: "I even brought a big sack, it was in vain."

Everyone laughed, and the car owner couldn't help but teach him a lesson: "Now they are paying out fifty and one hundred bills, your more than 200,000 yuan is just more than 20 stacks, which can be put in a schoolbag."

Zhang Ganzi curled his lips: "The bills are getting bigger and bigger, and they are getting less and less expensive. Pork has risen to more than two yuan."

Everyone agreed with this point, but they didn't know that they had just entered the fast lane and the days of price increases were still to come.

Liu Qingshan also stood up: "So, everyone's money can't just be put in the bank to earn interest, it must be reasonably invested to maintain its value."

Now everyone understood more deeply, and Zhang Ganzi patted his pocket very straightforwardly: "No more, my pocket is cleaner than my face."

"The dividends from the past few years have all been taken out, and now I seem to be back to the days when I was a bachelor, poor as a ding-dong."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing, looking at the old branch secretary and Captain Zhang. These two heads of the family were really cruel. They were afraid that the villagers would show off their money in their pockets, so they took it all.

The money added up to several million, all of which continued to contract the forest with other villages in accordance with Liu Qingshan's request last year.

Jiapigou Group is like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger; the only thing is that the money in the villagers' pockets is rolling less and less.

In fact, this is not bad. If you really need money, you can borrow from the cooperative.

Having too much money is also a scourge, especially in the winter, when there are many people who gamble and play games.

There are similar cases in other villages around: after calculating the grain sales money from the grain depot, several thousand yuan was lost in one night after playing a round of Pai Gow.

A year's hard-earned money was lost in one night.

Especially villages like Jiapigou, which are well-known. Everyone in Bishui County knows that Jiapigou is rich.

So there are many people who come here to collect money and cheat people.

Although the old secretary and Captain Zhang are not well-educated, they are well-informed about the twists and turns in the countryside and take precautions against them.

Even Liu Qingshan is convinced by this.

He was just thinking about it when he heard the boss' uncle read his name:

"Qingshan, your family's dividend is a total of 2,658,000, and your master's, Shanxing's, and Hongying's, all together, a total of 3,015,000."

Wow, wow, wow, I don't know who started to applaud, warm applause rang out.

No one was jealous, this is what Qingshan deserved.

Liu Qingshan bowed to thank him, and then heard Zhang Xiaozhong beside him whispered to him: "Qingshan, I want to ask you for investment, otherwise let's do business together."

March, early spring.

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

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 alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a 13 or 14-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, swept through his whole 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 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

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

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

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