Hello, 1983

"Sanfeng'er, what are you talking about, you are so happy?"

Liu Jinfeng came to the front, she was holding some bought medicine in her arms, it was the medicine noodles mixed into the chicken feed.

Liu Qingshan winked at the eldest sister: "I'm talking about the million-dollar household."

Liu Jinfeng is also very interested in the topic of 10,000 yuan households: "Then how many 10,000 yuan households are there in our commune, who are they?"

Thanks to the propaganda above, households with 10,000 yuan are synonymous with hard work and become rich, which is very honorable, so Liu Jinfeng is also full of envy.

"If no one else knows, I know that one of them is Comrade Liu Jinfeng."

Liu Qingshan said seriously.

Liu Jinfeng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's such a coincidence, and there are people who have the same name as me. Tell me how people get rich, and I also learn."

Secretary Sun next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore and said with a big laugh, "This Comrade Liu Jinfeng is you!"

I? Liu Jinfeng was startled, and the medicine bag in his arms fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was not a glass bottle, otherwise it would have been broken.

She couldn't care less and waved her hands again and again: "How can I be a household of 10,000 yuan, I can't, it's still a long way off."

Secretary Sun was also anxious when he heard it: "Why not, Comrade Jin Feng, we visited your chicken farm last time, and the scale is not small. It should be laying eggs now, right?"

At this time, the fourth child started to assist: "Well, we still ate eggs this morning, it's delicious!"

Then she raised her face solemnly and looked at Secretary Sun: "Shan Xing and I have also started saving money, and we will strive to become a household of ten thousand yuan."

"Okay, ambitious."

Secretary Sun restrained his laughter, patted their two little hats, and said, "Comrade Jinfeng, I'll give you an account, your laying hens, one chicken can produce 300 eggs a year, right? "

Seeing Liu Jinfeng nod, he continued: "Each egg is calculated at eight cents, and a chicken can earn twenty-four yuan a year. If you raise hundreds of chickens, the income will definitely exceed Ten thousand yuan."

Liu Jinfeng was confused and nodded, while Liu Qingshan, who was next to him, tried his best not to laugh: The account is not calculated like this, and there are costs involved.

However, the concept of 10,000-yuan households seems to be that the annual income exceeds 10,000 yuan, and there is no mention of expenses.

After Secretary Sun finished speaking, Liu Jinfeng finally reacted: "Secretary Sun, the chickens I raised have only begun to lay eggs. Even if I follow your calculation, I will have to meet the standard next year, right?"

At this time, people are real, but they will not go up when they see the benefits.

Secretary Sun was also stunned for a moment: these days, every day, he helps those who declare households with ten thousand yuan to settle accounts, and he has fooled himself.

So he waved his hand: "Comrade Liu Jinfeng, your story of raising chickens to become rich is still very representative, and it is worth learning from women comrades."

Speaking, Secretary Sun raised his finger and pointed at the jeep: "As for the question of whether it is enough, you don't need to worry about it. Qingshan said that if you want to put this jeep in your name, it will be over the limit."

He also reached out and patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder: "At that time, Qingshan is a model worker, Jinfeng, you are a household of ten thousand yuan, and we in Qingshan Township will count on your sisters to win glory."

On the way back, Liu Jinfeng, who was sitting in the car, was still a little dizzy: Why did he suddenly become a household of 10,000 yuan, without any psychological preparation?

The more she thought about it, the more wrong she became, and shouted to Liu Qingshan who was driving in front: "Sanfeng'er, you said this is not a lie, I won't do it!"

"What are you cheating on? Our bicycles, watches, sewing machines, TVs, and tape recorders are not worth the money, let alone two cars."

Liu Qingshan helped the eldest sister in psychological construction: first of all, you have to have self-confidence.

"Those are yours."

Liu Jinfeng can still handle it clearly.

"I'm not yours, it's all family anyway."

Liu Qingshan thinks,

It's not bad to give the eldest sister the honor of being a hard-working and rich leader. This is not only a representative of Liu Jinfeng, but also a representative of the entire Jiapigou.

For example, when a household with 10,000 yuan speaks, it is possible to talk about how to raise laying hens and how to grow greenhouses. These are very valuable for promotion and reference.

For the vast number of farmers, the maneuverability is also strong, which is better than the case of buying a big liberation car and earning 10,000 yuan a year.

Ordinary peasants, who can afford the great liberation?

But the chicken breeding greenhouse is different. The scale can be large or small. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to harvest.

After listening to Liu Qingshan's explanation, Liu Jinfeng felt more at ease, and thought happily: When the literature comes back, ask him to help write the speech.

When he returned to the village, Liu Qingshan reported the matter to the old party secretary first, making his grandfather too happy:

Jiapigou is a model worker and a household of 10,000 yuan. He is a party secretary, and his face is bright.

After dinner, at six o'clock, there was a clatter, and all the little dolls in the village rushed into Liu Shikui's house as if they had emerged from the ground.

It's a pity that there is no such show as the big windmill jigsaw puzzle, otherwise, the little kids must be even more crazy.

Liu Qingshan was helping to maintain order, and was greeted outside by Datou and Er Biaozi.

"What's the matter, can't you talk in the room?"

Liu Qingshan looked at the two people suspiciously, and he saw Er Biaozi grinning badly, while the big head was chattering, his face flushed red.

"Big head, I guess, has someone introduced you to someone these days?"

Liu Qingshan guessed that it must be a big deal, so he couldn't help but want to tease this good friend.

"Sanfeng'er, you all know?"

The big head finally spoke, and this time, Liu Qingshan was shocked: Is this all right?

After all, the big head is one year older than Liu Qingshan, and he will be eighteen years old after the new year. In rural areas, it is early to get married, and it is time to get engaged.

"Big head, which village girl, do you want me and Er Biaozi to help you see each other first, if the looks are not good enough, the character is not good enough, that's not good!"

Liu Qingshan knows Datou's temperament, he is not good at words, and likes to keep everything in his heart. If he finds someone who is not virtuous, he will be sullen after watching it.

Er Biaozi immediately began to speak loudly: "It's from the Shoulin Brigade, the granddaughter of the old secretary Liu, who is in the same class as us, and is not in the same class, her name is Liu Wenjing, San Fenger, do you remember? ?"

Having said that, Liu Qingshan is really not impressed, mainly because it has been too long.

When he came back, it was already summer vacation, so there was no interaction at all.

Seeing how he was thinking hard, Er Biaozi laughed again.

"It's the handsome one with big eyes. I asked a few of her classmates and they all said she was quiet and not crazy at all."

It seems that Er Biaozi is also attentive, and the overall look is not bad, but Liu Qingshan feels that it is better to look at himself. With his decades of life experience, it is more accurate to look at people.

He was thinking about it, when he heard Datou say again: "Tomorrow, I'm going to the gate of the forest guard brigade. My father said, I asked you to take us for a run tomorrow."

It turned out to be for this matter, so it goes without saying that it happened to help the little friend with palms and eyes.

The next day, when Liu Qingshan came back from the mountains, after having breakfast, he drove a jeep to pick him up at Captain Zhang's house.

The captain's uncle, the captain's aunt, the big head, and the village's matchmaker, Zhang San's grandmother, pulled a car full of people and went straight to the forest guard brigade.

"It's still a good car. It sits securely, and it's not cold at all."

Grandma Zhang San was a bit rambunctious. It is said that when she was young, she could dance the gods. Later, when she managed it strictly, she changed her career as a matchmaker, running errands and learning tongues.

Of course, this is not for nothing. It is said that it is a marriage. Generally, the host will thank her for a big cock and a few dollars.

On New Year's Eve, I have to take gifts to thank the matchmaker, so I have a good life.

After complimenting a few words, the third grandmother said again: "Qingshan, whose girl do you like, the third grandma will help you protect the media, just drive the little jeep to the door of your house and directly pull the girl away, everyone will definitely be happy. "

After hearing this, Liu Qingshan shook his head again and again: "I'm still in school, it's not urgent."

Datou also heard hehehe, and he also made some arrangements today, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a pair of large leather shoes on his feet.

The young man is simple and honest, and at first glance, he is an honest child of a dutiful family.

To go to the forest guard brigade, there is no need to go through the commune, and there is a dirt road connected directly. In winter, the road is covered with a layer of ice and snow, which is relatively flat.

All the way to the east, I basically drove along the foot of the mountain. After running for more than 40 minutes, I saw a small village under the hillside.

Like Jiapigou, because it guards the mountains, the land is vast and the people are sparse, so a brigade is a natural village, and there are no other teams.

As soon as the jeep entered the village, there were a lot of little kids running around in front of and behind the car, so Liu Qingshan had to slow down, lest these little guys get into the car by themselves.

"It's the one in front. Look at how grand the big brick house is. Let's Jiapigou, but we still don't have a brick house."

Grandma Zhang San muttered, her tone full of envy.

As Liu Qingshan pulled over to park, he smiled and said, "In the future, we will definitely be better than this in Jiapigou. We will directly build a two-story building, which is the same for every household."

"That's good, I hope my old lady can live to that day."

The third grandmother also grinned, revealing several broken teeth.

Liu Qingshan is confident: "Third grandma, don't worry, I will definitely ask you to stay."

When they got out of the car, several people came out to greet them, and Liu Qingshan knew the old secretary Liu.

There is also a middle-aged couple standing behind Secretary Liu, and behind them, there are men and women, who should be seven aunts and eight aunts or something.

At this time, it was time for the third grandmother to show her skills. She first introduced the two sides briefly, and then was let into the house by the old secretary Liu's family.

Liu Qingshan's status today is the driver and observer, so he kept slipping away, but he also noticed that many people were staring at his jeep.

After entering the room, we greeted each other and sat down, handed over the cigarette roll and the cigarette basket, and then the old secretary Liu opened his mouth: "Where are the girls, I don't know how to pour tea when we are here."

"Wen Jing, Wen Juan, come out to entertain guests!"

Liu Bin, the old son beside him, shouted at the Westinghouse, and then two girls opened the embroidered curtain and walked in.

As soon as he saw the girl in front of him with big braids and bowing her head slightly, Liu Qingshan finally recalled that in his memory, she was indeed a quiet girl.

And the girl's figure is also good, although she is wearing thicker clothes, she can still be seen.

Taking a closer look at his face, Liu Qingshan knew in his heart: he was lucky.

"Look at how handsome this girl is."

The third grandmother boasted, and then introduced: "This is your Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, this is his family's big... The big name is Zhang Jinsong."

I got used to calling it, and I almost called out the nickname Datou.

Fortunately, she was an old matchmaker, with rich experience, so she went straight to it.

"Uncle and aunt, drink water."

Liu Wenjing poured a few bowls of water and carried them one by one. Her face was slightly red, and her eyelids were drooping.

But Liu Qingshan still noticed that she raised her eyelids and glanced at her head secretly, and then her face turned even redder.

What made Liu Qingshan even more dumbfounded was that this guy with the big head hung his head down during the whole process of handing him water, but he didn't dare to look at the girl.

The whole face was red, like a big red cloth, even redder than other girls' faces.