Goldfinger is a bit strange

In the past two days, guests have been coming from all directions to the small mountain village of Jiapigou.

Liu Qingshan's house has long been overcrowded, and he had to disperse the guests to the dormitories of the wild vegetable factory and the pharmaceutical factory.

On December 30, several more cars drove into Jiapigou, with a sedan in front and two buses swaying behind.

"Wow, there are more guests." Zhang Ganzi, who was just coming back from the pig farm, stood by the roadside and waved to welcome them.

The car in front stopped with a squeak, and then the little fourth child in a down jacket jumped out of the car:

"We are back, Uncle Ganzi, have you killed pigs?"

Zhang Ganzi was very happy: "It's Caifeng, you are back late, we just killed two yesterday."

The fifth child Shanxing also jumped out of the car: "Uncle Ganzi, look who is back..."

"Xiaoman, haha, my daughter is back, so I must kill pigs for my daughter to eat pork!"

Zhang Ganzi saw Zhang Xiaoman also jumped out of the car, and immediately smiled.

"Biased."

The little fourth child also said with a smile, of course she knew that Uncle Ganzi was joking with her just now.

The people in the car also got off one after another, including Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu, as well as Chen Dongfang and Yu Guangming from Longteng Company.

There were also Lin Zizhou and He Min's family, and the family of Lu Writer in the capital, as well as Gao Wenxue, etc., all came back together by car.

The people who got off the bus were Gao Lingfeng and his wife from the Big Tree Company, followed by a large group of singers.

Chu Yunxiu was also in the mix. The two buses belonged to her travel company.

"Why is this kid so dark?" Xiao Dili, led by Xiao Wu, was the most eye-catching, with a dark and shiny face.

Xiao Dili was raised by Xiao Wu to be lively and healthy. As soon as she got off the bus, she ran to the side of the road, shouting, "Snow, snow!"

Living in Africa, this was the first time for her to see white snow.

As a result, the snow in the ditch was quite deep, and the little girl stepped into it and lost most of her body.

Everyone pulled her out in a hurry. Zhang Ganzi said as he pulled her out, "Thanks to her dark color, she is conspicuous in the snow."

"Uncle Ganzi, have you slaughtered the pig? Let's eat the slaughtered pig dishes!"

Chu Yunxiu jumped over and helped Xiao Dili pat the snow off her body. The little girl was tough and smiled with her white teeth bared.

"Xiu girl, make as much pickled cabbage and blood sausage as you want!"

Zhang Ganzi patted his chest vigorously. Chu Yunxiu sometimes took tourists to Jiapigou for tourism, so she was already familiar with everyone.

The large group had more than a hundred people, led by the fourth and fifth brothers, and walked towards Liu Qingshan's house in a mighty manner.

Halfway through the journey, Liu Qingshan came to meet them, and seeing so many people, he felt a little dizzy.

Chu Yunxiu rushed forward: "Haha, Sanfeng, we are all here to eat at the rich man's house!"

"Girl, your belly is your own."

Liu Qingshan was also happy, and then greeted everyone. There were so many people, and it was freezing cold, so he couldn't shake hands one by one, so he could only wave:

"Everyone is here, welcome, welcome, let's go home to warm up first."

Little Lao Si interrupted: "Brother, there is no room at home, let's go to the team headquarters first."

Yes, yes, yes, there was really no room for so many people in the house. Liu Qingshan touched Little Lao Si's hat, and then said to Shan Xing: "You go home first, your mother is back."

"Okay!" Lao Wu ran away, ran two steps and turned back, pulling Xiao Dili to run home together.

Liu Qingshan led everyone to the village office, but as the time went by, there were fewer and fewer people. People like Chu Yunxiu and Lin Zizhou who came and went frequently were directly dragged away by the villagers.

When Liu Qingshan's family was doing things, the whole village was busy with it.

It was good to disperse like this, so Liu Qingshan ignored them and chatted with everyone while walking.

When they arrived at the team headquarters, there were only more than 20 people left. They went into the house, took off their coats, sat down to drink tea and chat.

Writer Lu and Gao Wenxue introduced a stranger they brought to Liu Qingshan.

This man was less than 40 years old, with long hair, just like a bad youth in society.

But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are deep, and it is a kind of rebellious criticism.

"You are writer Wang, welcome to Jiapigou." Liu Qingshan extended his hand enthusiastically. This person was invited by him on behalf of writer Lu.

Writer Wang Xiaobo extended his hand and shook hands with Liu Qingshan: "Why did you choose me?"

When he learned that he was named the winner of the "Jiapigou Literature Award", he had never figured out this question, so he had to ask it in person.

"The Jiapigou Literature Award is different from other awards. We pay more attention to the future development of writers." Liu Qingshan explained with a smile.

He knew that the man in front of him was a maverick, just like a novel he wrote: A maverick pig.

Writer Wang nodded seriously: "Then I understand. Thank you for your trust. I think I will not discredit your literary award. I will strive to reach the level of Lu Writer in the future."

To reach the level of Lu Writer is to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. This is a proud writer and a writer with aspirations.

Liu Qingshan knew that the peak of Writer Wang's creation was in the 1990s. His trilogy of the era, the Golden Age, the Silver Age, and the Bronze Age, are all great works.

In short, he is a very unique existence among the writers.

If he had not died suddenly in 1997, he might have really hit the Nobel Prize. You know, Writer Wang was only 45 years old that year, which was the golden age of creation.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan was moved: Writer Wang seemed to have died of a sudden heart attack. It seems necessary to ask the mute grandfather to help him.

So far, the Jiapigou Literature Award has been held for five sessions. The winners are Writer Lu, Poet Senior Brother Hai, Writer Yu, the one who wrote about life, and Writer Chen, the one on Bailuyuan.

It can be said that this award has changed the fate of writers and poets invisibly.

Although the masterpieces of Writer Yu and Writer Chen are still in the process of creation, once they are published, they will surely shake the Chinese literary world.

After learning that this long-haired person is the winner of this year's literature award, the old branch secretary also came up to say hello.

Although Writer Wang looks unruly on the outside, he is very respectful to the old man: "Old man, you can just call me Wang Er."

After saying that, looking at the smoking pipe in the old branch secretary's hand, Writer Wang immediately laughed: "Old man, your tobacco leaves smell very strong, let me try it."

Well, he is also a smoker, maybe his early death is also related to this.

Soon, writer Wang got along well with the villagers. He had been to the countryside, worked as an educated youth, and worked as a private teacher. There was no obstacle for him to contact farmers.

Liu Qingshan looked at writer Wang puffing on his cigarette and couldn't help frowning: staying up late and smoking are the two biggest killers of the heart.

So he went outside to call a little kid and told him to go and invite the dumb grandfather.

Soon, the fourth and fifth children came in with a large group of children. The youngest was Xiao Yueyue, whose face was red.

Gu Sa "Brother, who are you treating? No need for grandpa, I'll try first."

Xiao Liuzi shouted as soon as she entered the door. Her little eyes swept through the crowd. They were all acquaintances, so her eyes finally fell on writer Wang.

Writer Wang pointed at himself and said, "Do you think I'm sick?"

Xiao Liuzi stared at him carefully for half a minute and said, "You are sick."

Writer Wang was very happy: "Oh, then you have to explain it carefully. If you say something wrong, I won't agree and spank you."

He didn't know Xiao Liuzi's ability and was just teasing a child.

Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Second Brother Wang, don't underestimate Liuzi. You studied in the United States, so you should know MJ. Xiao Liuzi even treated him."

At this moment, Writer Wang also put away the smile on his face, and bowed to Xiao Liuzi: "Then I'll trouble you, the little genius doctor."

Xiao Liuzi waved his little hand happily: "My grandfather is a genius doctor, but I can't do it now."

"Look, smell, ask, and feel. The first item is to look. Your lips are purple, which proves that the blood flow is not smooth; your eye sockets are blue, your sleep is irregular, and your qi is stagnant and blood is stagnant, which will definitely block the heart meridian."

Xiao Liuzi said a lot, and stretched out his little hand to check Writer Wang's pulse, nodding while feeling the pulse:

"The pulse is floating and weak, and the heart pulse is relatively weak. When you are about to fall asleep at night, do you occasionally feel a sudden shiver?"

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Writer Wang Er nodded seriously, he was now convinced.

"Don't smoke, don't stay up late, and ask grandpa to prescribe you some medicine, you should be fine." Xiao Liuzi clapped his hands, indicating that he had finished reading.

Writer Wang Er smiled bitterly: These two things are so difficult?

"You must listen to the doctor." Xiao Liuzi reminded him again, then put on a hat and cotton gloves, and followed Xiao Lao Si and the others away.

Writer Wang Er sighed: "She is really a little girl like the wind. When she grows up, she must be a wonderful woman."

He likes Tang legends the most. There are many wonderful women in Tang legends, such as Nie Yinniang.

Liu Qingshan took over the conversation: "Brother Wang, this matter is not to be trifled with. Ask my master to help you take a good look at it later."

Writer Lu also nodded in agreement: "Yes, my health was cured by Mr. Sun."

"Brother, health is the capital of revolution. You must not be careless. I am still waiting for you to surpass me."

"Okay, I will listen to you, brother."

Writer Wang Er nodded vigorously, and then laughed: "This time I received the prize money, I will buy more melon seeds to occupy my mouth and not think about smoking. By the way, is your prize money really 50,000 yuan?"

Writer Wang Er is currently teaching at a university with a medium salary, so 50,000 yuan is also a huge sum of money for him.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Not 50,000 yuan."

"I said, the prize money of the Mao Dun Literature Award is only 5,000 yuan." Writer Wang Er didn't care.

Liu Qingshan continued, "This time, Brother Wang won the Nobel Prize and donated 700,000 US dollars to the Jiapigou Literature Award."

"Then the branch secretary grandfather also decided that the cooperative would match another 700,000 US dollars, and a total of 1.4 million US dollars would be raised to establish a special foundation to invest this money."

"The bonus will be distributed according to the income generated by the investment, so this bonus may be like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, but starting from you, Brother Wang, you can only get 50,000 US dollars."

Liu Qingshan decided to invest this money himself. Not to mention anything else, it is very likely to increase dozens or even hundreds of times.

Although the amount is still 50,000, it has become US dollars.

The current exchange rate is about 1 to 4.7, that is, 50,000 US dollars is more than 200,000 Chinese yuan.

So much?

Writer Wang Er was also quite surprised. He looked at the old branch secretary and writer Lu and others. Seeing that they all nodded together, writer Wang became even more uneasy:

"No, no, it's too much, it's really too much, I can't take so much."

After thinking for a while, he said: "Let's do this. I'll take 10,000 US dollars. When my husband and I went abroad two years ago, we still had some debts to pay off."

"The rest will be left in the foundation as capital. Brother Wang can donate 700,000, but I don't have that much ability for the time being."

Everyone nodded repeatedly: It seems that this writer Wang Er is still very honest, which is the true nature of being a man.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Wang Er, the bonus is the bonus. This cannot be less. It still has to be issued according to 50,000 US dollars."

"But if you donate, you don't have to donate it back. You can donate anywhere else."

Liu Qingshan knew that he couldn't start this. It would be more troublesome for writers who won awards in the future.

When someone wins the award, should he donate or not?

"Okay, then I will build a school for the village where I worked as a sent-down youth." Writer Wang Er also made a decision quickly.

This matter is still very meaningful, so Liu Qingshan didn't care.

Not long after, the mute grandfather came over. It must be Xiao Liuzi who told him about this matter.

After checking Writer Wang Er's pulse again, the mute grandfather's opinion was basically the same as Xiao Liuzi's, but he was more detailed.

He also prescribed a prescription, mainly to promote blood circulation and nourish the body.

This is a long process, which needs to be done slowly.

"It's worth the trip. It's more exciting than winning the award." Writer Wang Er was also in a good mood.

The old branch secretary frowned: "Xiao Er, are you saying that our award is not important?"

"Old man, I don't mean that. Come on, let's talk while smoking." Writer Wang Er went to touch the cigarette again.

As a result, the old branch secretary coughed, which made Writer Wang Er very embarrassed: he had just vowed to quit smoking.

Quitting smoking is indeed a big problem, both physiologically and more importantly psychologically.

However, the mute grandfather was an expert in this area. He went out to tinker with it for a while, and soon came back with a small medicine bottle and handed it to the writer Wang Er.

Then he gestured a few times, and Liu Qingshan helped to translate: "My master said that before you smoke, you should dip some medicine liquid behind the filter tip, or apply some medicine on your tongue."

Writer Wang Er was addicted to smoking. He had been holding back for a long time just now, and he couldn't help it, so he chuckled twice: "Then I'll smoke a cigarette first."

After that, he couldn't wait to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Wait a minute." Liu Qingshan found a matchstick, dipped some medicine juice, and dripped it on the writer Wang Er's tongue.

Wang Er smacked his lips and felt that there was no taste, so he was relieved. He was really worried that the old man would tinker with some unpleasant smell for him.

So he struck a match, lit the cigarette, and took a beautiful puff.

Including the old branch secretary, the surrounding villagers looked at him with a smile, and their faces were a bit gloating.

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.

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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 mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remains, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

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 fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie 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 tattered clothes, 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 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 to 80 meters away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

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

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

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