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Xiao Liuzi's serious look made Liu Qingshan a little confused: for the ear award, if there is a small eye award, I guess you will definitely win the top three.

Liu Qingshan looked up at Wu Tong, and Wu Tong couldn't stop laughing.

Since this matter involved Writer Lu, Liu Qingshan basically had some guesses, so he asked with a smile: "Liu Zi, is it a Nobel?"

"Yes, that's it."

Xiao Liuzi finally remembered.

"Haha, this is the name of a scientist, please don't get it wrong in the future."

Liu Qingshan was also overjoyed. He picked up Xiao Liuzi and kissed her on the face: The day we have finally waited for!

Putting Xiao Liuzi down, Liu Qingshan rushed to Wu Tong and kissed him: "Haha, Brother Wang finally got his wish!"

Not only did writer Lu get his wish, this news also fulfilled the dream of the Chinese people for decades.

Especially now, Chinese people attach great importance to national honor and have the strongest sense of national pride. .

Thinking about future generations, if the first writer to win the award is so loved, let alone at this stage, the whole country will be delighted.

Liu Qingshan's heart is also filled with a sense of accomplishment, because he has always been a participant in this matter.

"How did you get the news? Is it correct?" Liu Qingshan asked Wu Tong.

Wu Tong also had a sweet smile on his face: "It shouldn't be wrong. It was the Writers' Association who came directly to the village."

Liu Qingshan nodded. The Nobel Prize list is basically announced in October and awarded in December.

At this moment, in Jiapigou, the villagers have begun to have a carnival.

Writer Lu was lifted up by the villagers and lifted up to the sky with such force that his glasses fell down.

"This award sounds great at first sight. It must be more powerful than winning the gold medal at the Asian Games!" Zhang Dashuai's bald head seemed to be particularly bright because of excitement.

Zhang Gangzi scoffed: "Don't talk about the Asian Games, it's simply better than winning a gold medal in the Olympics."

"One can win several gold medals in one Olympic Games. I heard that no one in our country has ever won this award. Lao Wang, what award did you win? I can't remember it?"

Writer Lu was finally put down by the enthusiastic crowd. He muttered: "Where are my glasses? Where are my glasses?"

"Here it is."

Da Zhangluo handed over the glasses, "Old Wang, I'm really sorry. I didn't look at you just now and stepped on the temples of my glasses. It doesn't matter. I'll find you an elastic band later and tie it up for the same purpose."

Writer Lu waved his hand: "It's okay, just change it into another one."

"Yes, get a new one. I've heard about it. This Nobel Prize is higher than our Jiapigou Literature Prize." Zhang Gangzi shouted again.

Zhang Dashuai became anxious when he heard this and wiped his bald head vigorously: "That won't work. The price of our Jiapigou Literature Prize has also increased. It must exceed this Nobel Prize!"

However, it is not easy to surpass it. The Nobel Prize bonus was initially 30,000 US dollars. Later, the bonus continued to increase. In the 1970s, it reached more than 200,000 US dollars, which was already quite considerable.

In the 1990s, the bonus increased to 6 million crowns, worth a million dollars.

Since then, it has been gradually increased to 10 million kronor, which has exceeded one million US dollars.

Writer Lu was equally excited. He waved his arms vigorously: "The prize money for our Jiapigou Literature Award should indeed be increased."

"All the prize money I received this time will be donated to our Jiapigou Literature Award!"

"Okay!" The villagers applauded thunderously. They had long regarded Lao Wang as a member of Jiapigou.

Writer Lu was also very excited. It was the Jiapigou Literary Award that changed his life.

The 50,000 yuan bonus completely freed him from financial troubles and saved his family, allowing him to devote himself wholeheartedly to creation.

So he was very grateful to this small mountain village and the Jiapigou Literature Award.

The best way to repay this small mountain village is to donate your winnings to benefit more people who have the same experience as yourself.

This is the feeling of writer Lu, and it is also the unique feeling of people of this era.

Their thoughts and behaviors have not been corrupted by money and fame, and everyone has their own unique personality charm.

"Okay, Lao Wang, if you have this intention, we Jiapigou can't just watch. The cooperative will use some funds to reward the winning writers!"

The old party secretary also expressed his opinion that no matter how much public accumulation there is in cooperatives, millions can still be used.

Dashuai Zhang was also excited: "Such a big happy event, we must kill a pig to celebrate, pole, pole, don't run away, catch the pig!"

"I'll just keep it in mind. There must be brothers who want to sacrifice their lives. What a fate for me." Zhang Gongzi stopped running and asked Da Zhangluo to grab his collar. He could only look up to the sky and sigh.

Liu Qingshan, who was at the wild vegetable factory, also received a call from the village. Since pigs were killed in the village, he would not have dinner at the wild vegetable factory and simply led Wang Zhenguo and others back to the village.

Experts from the pharmaceutical factory were also invited to come. There was no room for two cars, so there happened to be a small four-wheeler delivering mountain goods. They were standing in the car compartment, and the wind was cool as they arrived at Jiapigou.

"Brother Wang, haha, congratulations on getting what you wanted!" Liu Qingshan hugged Writer Lu and spun him around a few times.

Then I discovered that Writer Lu’s glasses were quite unique. They had no temples, and a large half circle of elastic band was tied on the back and put on the back of the head.

"Qingshan, the person you should be grateful to the most is you!"

Lu Writer was a little dizzy. He wanted to pat Liu Qingshan on the shoulder, but he patted his forehead instead.

He knew very well that if Liu Qingshan didn't help and a professional team was hired to translate and promote, how could the international influence come from?

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Wang, let's not talk about this. Should we change our glasses? Don't wear them when you receive the award."

"It was stepped on just now!" Everyone laughed together.

Liu Qingshan saw Gao Wenxue standing happily beside Lu Writer. There was no jealousy in his eyes, only joy for his friend.

So he walked up and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, come on, maybe you will be the next one."

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses hard with his hand: "I will!"

Then, Liu Qingshan introduced Wang Zhenguo and others. As for the experts from the pharmaceutical factory, they often come to Jiapigou to eat and drink, and they are basically acquaintances.

Just like Mason, he is not shy at all. He just went into the garden to pick a few tomatoes and was eating them.

Wang Zhenguo had also heard about the Nobel Prize, and he had also read Ordinary World.

I never thought that the author actually lived in this small mountain village. Isn't he from northern Shaanxi? Why did he come to the Northeast?

Wang Zhenguo now had only one thought in his mind: This place is really full of hidden talents.

Several foreign experts also came forward to congratulate him. As the highest-level award in the world, the winner will naturally be respected by the world.

After the greetings were over, he went directly to the team headquarters. In the yard, a big fat pig had been cleaned on the chopping board.

Each household was distributing meat. Each family, according to the number of people, took home three or five kilograms, which was enough for eating.

In the big pot in the cafeteria, the pork bones were already stewed, and large pieces of pork belly were also thrown into the pot.

Several large pots were used, four large elbows were braised, and the heart, liver, intestines and stomach were also cooked.

Two ribs were also stewed with soaked morels.

In addition to the wild vegetables such as mushrooms and fresh truffles, the dinner was very sumptuous.

There were ten tables in the canteen, and many young and old men from the village came, basically one or two representatives from each family.

Everyone gathered together to celebrate the award of Lu writer.

Only Zhang Ganzi was a little dissatisfied, and he shouted:

"I just counted on my fingers. From the beginning of the year to now, we slaughtered pigs every time there was a happy event. We slaughtered pigs every time there was a happy event. We slaughtered 25 pigs. My brothers suffered heavy losses."

After saying that, he bit the big bone stick in his hand hard, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed it in his mouth.

"Come on, you eat more deliciously than anyone else." Da Zhangluo was exposing the secret beside him.

"I'm turning grief into strength." Zhang Ganzi said.

Zhang Dashuai took over the conversation: "I think you turn grief into appetite."

Killing so many pigs a year, two or three a month, basically there is no end to meat.

While eating, Wang Zhenguo and Dr. Wu sighed in their hearts: Look at how they live, it's really enviable.

Although pork is not as scarce as in previous years, no family eats meat regularly, and they can only eat a few meals during the New Year and other festivals.

And it's not just meat. Look at the dishes on the table, fresh fish, wild delicacies, venison, wild geese... everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, swims in the water, and grows on the mountains, there is nothing missing.

There is no comparison, no comparison, so let's eat first.

They drank until dark, and the banquet was over.

As the protagonist of today's banquet, Writer Lu drank too much for the first time.

It can't be too much, you toast one cup, he toasts one cup, there are too many people. wWw.7

Liu Qingshan called a few young men, carried Writer Lu home, put him on the kang, and then said: "Sister Wang, I'm happy today and drank a little more. Take good care of him at night."

"It's rare to get drunk in life..." Writer Lu muttered unconsciously.

Liu Qingshan was also full of emotion: Yes, Writer Lu endured too many hardships and pressures, and then he transformed from a cocoon into a butterfly.

Many times, the hardships of life are also wealth.

The next day, Liu Qingshan got up for morning exercises as usual. The master came back, so of course he had to go up the mountain.

The dumb grandfather led Xiao Liuzi back to the wooden house on the mountain last night.

As a registered disciple, Wang Zhenguo also followed, obviously to discuss the prescription with the master.

When Liu Qingshan ran to the mountain, the dumb grandfather also led Xiao Liuzi up and was standing in front of the wooden carving.

Big Bear also pretended to stand behind Xiao Liuzi, raising his two front paws, which made Liu Qingshan want to laugh: Is he practicing with him?

But Big Bear was obviously not very focused, and his little eyes kept looking at Xiao Liuzi's pocket.

And Wang Zhenguo also stood up, yawning, obviously he talked with his master until late last night.

But his face was full of excitement. Needless to say, his prescriptions were greatly improved with the consultation of the mute grandfather.

"Little brother, next time you go to the United States, please call me." Wang Zhenguo said happily when he saw Liu Qingshan.

"That will definitely have to wait until next year. Old Wang, you should do experiments in the provincial hospital first and write the cases in more detail."

Liu Qingshan knew that the United States looked at people with tinted glasses, so he had to be convincing.

Wang Zhenguo nodded. He had already set a goal: just like the master's treatment of AIDS, use facts to make those arrogant foreigners bow their heads.

After the morning exercise, Liu Qingshan had breakfast on the mountain. The porridge and wild vegetables were plain and contained the simplest natural way.

When he went down the mountain, Wang Zhenguo followed him back to the village. He was going to the provincial capital immediately to try new drugs.

In his backpack, there were several thick manuscripts, which were all the experience accumulated by the dumb grandfather over the years. He needed to go back and experience them carefully.

When he parted with Liu Qingshan, Wang Zhenguo asked Liu Qingshan for his opinion: "Little brother, should we ask the master to name this medicine?"

"Old Wang, this is mainly your research results, which is equivalent to your own child. It is better for you to name it yourself."

Liu Qingshan knew the temperament of the master and didn't care about these false names at all.

Wang Zhenguo also understood Liu Qingshan's meaning, and felt more open-minded. He waved goodbye to Liu Qingshan and set off on the way home with Dr. Wu.

For him, this trip to Jiapigou was really a big gain, not only a breakthrough in the anti-cancer drugs he had studied for many years.

More importantly, he had a deeper understanding of character after taking the mute grandfather as his teacher.

In the following two days, Jiapigou became lively. The news that writer Lu won the literary award quickly attracted the attention of the media after fermentation.

Songjiang Daily was close to the water and got the moon first, so it sent an interview team first, led by Lu Xiaolong's sister Lu Xiaofeng.

Then the reporters from the provincial newspaper came, and finally even Lin Zizhou came with reporters from the People's Daily.

With Lin Zizhou's current status, of course he didn't have to go there in person. He mainly wanted to come to Jiapigou to take a look. He had too much affection for this small mountain village.

Waves of interviews made writer Lu annoyed. After accepting the interview with the People's Daily, he and Gao Wenxue disappeared.

The reporters who arrived later couldn't find him at all. When they asked the villagers, they all said that the two had gone out.

Information is not smooth these days, where can they find him?

Since he was here, the reporter was unwilling to give up, so he interviewed the villagers. At least he could collect more anecdotes about Lu, so that he could have an explanation when he returned.

"What the hell, you asked what Lao Wang likes? I know this best. Lao Wang likes to eat the pork I raise the most. He can write such a good book because he eats my pork."

The reporter looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was talking in colloquial language with white foam at the mouth. He didn't know how credible his words were.

Interview another villager, this short bald man: "Fellow villager, tell me, how diligent is Lu writer in his daily creation?"

"Diligent, who said Lao Wang is diligent, this guy, he gets up very late every day."

This answer also made the reporter speechless: these villagers don't seem to be very reliable.

Or interview the old party secretary of the village. Old people must be accurate.

"You are talking about Lao Wang. Lao Wang is a particular person. He has decided to donate all the prize money to our Jiapigou Literature Award."

Seeing the old branch secretary puffing on his pipe happily, the reporters sighed in their hearts: It's not easy. Finally, valuable news has been discovered.

The winners donate the prize money. This is good. The glorious image of the writer has risen all of a sudden.

Then the old branch secretary continued: "Our village can't ask Lao Wang to take the money himself. Let's make a rule. When the time comes, we will take more from Lao Wang."

The reporter was a little dizzy: "Comrade branch secretary, do you know how high the Nobel Prize is?"

The old branch secretary waved his hand: "It's less than one million US dollars. It's okay. Our village can still afford it."

The reporters looked at each other: It seems that the people in this village are really not unreliable.

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 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 blood 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 were bustling in the past are now bleak.

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

Only blood mud mixed with minced 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 eerie 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, 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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