Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan and his party returned with honors. When they returned to Bishui County, it was already late October.

This time, Liu Qingshan enjoyed the treatment of a handful of Young Pioneers offering flowers. Looking at the two Young Pioneers who had a serious face and salute him, he couldn't help but muttered in his heart:

It would be better if it was replaced by the fourth and fifth.

Since Feng Shouxin took the newspaper and looked around for people to "study", everything has become calm.

However, this incident also reminded Liu Qingshan. If he talks about pure market games, he is not afraid of anyone, but in this world, how can there be such pure things?

Right now, he is just a student from a small mountain village. He has no intricate relationship network, and no one is behind him.

At present, these contacts have been carefully weaved over the past year, which is not easy.

He can rely on the elders and villagers in Jiapigou, as well as his family and friends.

Therefore, he needs to put a strong enough helmet on his head and ask for nothing else. As long as he can guarantee a fair competition opportunity, he will be satisfied and will not be afraid of any opponent.

After attending the county's celebration feast at noon, it was almost night when it was over, Liu Qingshan retrieved his jeep, pulled a lot of things in the car, and rushed home anxiously.

It's been nearly half a month since he went out this time, and he was really homesick.

Most of the trees outside the car window have become bare; most of the crops in the fields have been harvested.

Occasionally flashed a green wheat stubble, cattle and sheep and snow-white geese, eating wheat seedlings.

Winter wheat cannot be planted here. These wheat seedlings are all born from naturally shed wheat grains and cannot survive the winter.

There are also some hard-working villagers who are busy preparing the land in the fields. It is very necessary to prepare the land in autumn, so that the land can be better cultivated.

Some lazy farmers just waited for the spring to plough the fields together. As a result, the yield of the same fields must be lower.

The jeep drove into Jiapigou, and someone with sharp eyes immediately shouted: "Qingshan is back, it is Qingshan is back!"

Soon, people kept pouring in, with a cheerful face, greeting Liu Qingshan.

Zhang Ganzi said what everyone said in their hearts: "Qingshan, you are back. You have been out for so many days, everyone is not at ease, as if you have lost your backbone!"

Even the old branch secretary,

They all clapped at the small cigarette pot, smiled and nodded: Qingshan is the hope of Jiapigou, he likes it too late, how can he be jealous?

It happened that the village school was also out of school, and when he saw the jeep, the fourth child immediately cheered and ran over with Shan Xingfei.

Liu Qingshan quickly opened his arms to welcome the two little guys.

"Brother, everyone misses you!"

The little fourth patted the position of his chest with his little hand, indicating that he thought about it here.

But Liu Qingshan looked at it, how could the position she shoot looks like her stomach?

So he happily took out a packet of candy and asked the little old man to give it to the children.

"Brother, you are a little thin."

Shan Xing's small hand gently stroked Liu Qingshan's face.

"Haha, our Shan Xing has gotten fat, and her little face is full of flesh."

Liu Qingshan pinched the little girl's face, maybe it was the return of her mother, unraveling Shan Xing's heart, and the little girl really grew flesh.

Shan Xing felt a little embarrassed by him pinching her, her face turned red, struggling to get down from Liu Qingshan's arms, but she still held his hand and was reluctant to let go.

Liu Qingshan also enjoyed this feeling very much. No matter how hard he was running around outside, when he saw the smiling faces of his relatives at home, all those suffering and tiredness disappeared.

"Sanfeng, Brother Gangzi and Brother Dalong have called several times. It seems that there is something urgent." Datou told Liu Qingshan the news first.

Communication these days is really inconvenient.

Liu Qingshan changed his mind for a while, and guessed what was going on, and reached out and patted Datou's shoulder: "I see, Datou, has the fungus in the greenhouse been picked again?"

Hearing this, Datou's face immediately showed a silly smile: "It's more than the first crop, Professor Wang said, the third crop is the big harvest!"

"Where's Er Biaozi, why didn't you see Ying'er?"

Liu Qingshan asked another friend.

"I took back all the rice a few days ago, and now it's dried and husked." Datou said cheerfully.

The little kids next to them, with sugar in their mouths, shouted, "Eat rice, eat rice!"

This year's wheat harvest is bumper, and every household has distributed a lot of flour, and there is no shortage of white flour.

And rice, it's not nonsense, more than half of these kids in the village don't even know what rice is like.

They didn't grow rice before, and at this time there was very little material transportation and exchange, and even if they had money, they might not be able to buy it.

The rural people don't eat the food supply, and they can't even get the two or two rice. Where can they eat rice?

No wonder the kids are so happy, it's like a holiday.

While he was talking, Er Biaozi also ran over in a hurry. His clothes and hat were covered with rice chaff, making them ash, and he ran with a puff of smoke.

"Sanfeng, we have a bumper rice harvest this year. Guess what is the yield per mu?"

Er Biaozi shouted excitedly, opened his arms, and wanted to hug Liu Qingshan, but he was grabbed by the big head: You are all gray.

"Over eight hundred pounds?" Liu Qingshan asked back.

"Haha, eight hundred and eighty pounds, almost over a thousand!"

Er Biaozi is so excited. Even in Longjiang Province, where his godfather is, the current yield per mu has not exceeded 1,000. Only in the experimental field, it may be able to reach it.

Although a few decades later, the yield of rice per mu will exceed 1,000, which is normal, but now, if this yield can be achieved, it is very high.

In this, Er Biaozi contributed greatly; in addition, the soil and water quality on their side are excellent, which is also the guarantee of high yield.

As for the situation in the village, everything is normal. After cleaning up Qiuer, in addition to the two mountain-picking labor teams that go up the mountain every day, Captain Zhang also organized several tree-planting teams to plant trees with shovels and picks every day.

To plant a tree is to plant money. This is what Liu Qingshan said, and everyone believes it: Don’t everyone say that as a cash cow.

After chatting with everyone for a while, Liu Qingshan threw a circle of cigarettes, and the three packs of cigarettes were gone. Zhang Ganzi was the least promising, with one in his mouth and one in each of his ears.

It is said that it is this kind of Hongta Mountain, and he is the first time to smoke.

Liu Qingshan called Datou and the others again, and removed a few cardboard boxes from the car. This was a gift for everyone.

He didn't forget to remind: "There is bean curd and stinky tofu in it. Choose a small jar according to your taste."

"Stinky tofu, I am most proud of this!"

Zhang Ganzi rushed over immediately and happily took away a jar of stinky tofu.

Zhang Dashuai next to him made fun of him: "Pole, you are in the pig farm every day, why haven't you smelled enough?"

This time, the chatterbox was opened, and Da Zhangluo also began to bury the pole with a smile on his face:

"What kind of stinky tofu do you eat, pole, you can eat all the pig manure in the pig farm, it's more delicious than stinky tofu!"

Zhang Ganzi is not easy to provoke: "Da Zhangluo, believe it or not, I will pick up two buckets of pig manure at night and throw them at your door!"

This power is no worse than a bomb, and Zhang Luo was so frightened that he quickly picked up a jar of stinky tofu and ran home.

"You still lick your face and say that others, you eat more deliciously than anyone else!"

Zhang Ganzi laughed and cursed again.

Everyone laughed for a while, and all took their share.

It happened that Er Zhizi ran out with a bowl of rice from Shang Jian'er, and directly asked his mother to put a piece of fermented bean curd on top of the rice, and he didn't need any vegetables. It was delicious to eat.

"The rice is so delicious, and the fermented bean curd is so delicious!" This guy was still grinning happily, his face was stained with rotten red.

Liu Qingshan wiped his face for him: "In the future, when you get tired of rice, you should want to put cakes."

"You can still eat enough rice, Brother Qingshan, I don't believe it."

Er Zizi usually believes in Brother Qingshan's words the most, but he doesn't believe it a hundred times.

Liu Qingshan smiled and rubbed his head, then called the fourth and fifth to drive home.

Seeing the small courtyard that he was familiar with, Liu Qingshan's impetuous mood tossed outside, but he calmed down all of a sudden, and the exhaustion all over his body completely dissipated.

"Sanfeng is back!" Liu Shikui looked at his grandson cheerfully.

"Master, this is the Maotai liquor that my brother bought for you!"

The little fourth held two bottles of Maotai and showed off with his grandfather.

"Moutai, good wine, I'll have a bottle first." Professor Wang happily grabbed a bottle first.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and said, "Grandpa Wang, your share is in the car."

At this time, mother and eldest sister also came out and moved things into the house.

Lin Zhi's face was full of smiles, but she muttered: "This child, how much does it cost to buy so many things?"

"Mother, these things are all given by others and rewarded by the county." Liu Qingshan knew that his mother lived a careful life, and even if she had money, she would not spend it lavishly, so she quickly comforted her.

Liu Jinfeng also praised next to him: "Mother, it's still our Sanfeng who has the ability!"

The family happily entered the house, and Liu Qingshan began to distribute things: basically, each person had a set of clothes and shoes, and the fourth and the fifth received two sets.

"Brother, what is this, is it a soda?" Little Old Fourth held a bottle and shook it vigorously in his hand.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said: "It's a drink from the United States, it's called Coke, I'm giving you a taste, don't, don't open it yet!"

But the little old man was fast, he used a bottle opener to pry it, and then he exhaled, and the foam suddenly splashed out.

This thing was bumpy all the way, and the little brother shook for a long time. It would be strange if it didn't turn into a fountain.

Xiao Lao Si was taken aback, seeing that a bottle of "soda" became half a bottle in the blink of an eye, and immediately became anxious. Such a good thing cannot be wasted.

So she hurriedly put her mouth up and blocked the mouth of the bottle.

As a result, the bubbles in it were strong, and the little brother swelled his cheeks hard, but he couldn't resist it. Coke poured out directly from her two small noses and eyes.

Xiao Lao Si's tears came out, and he said with a cry in his small mouth: "This soda drink, it's all gas, I haven't tasted any taste, it's all gas!"

Liu Jinfeng quickly brought a hand towel and wiped it for her, but the more she wiped it, the stickier it became, so she should take it to the washbasin and wash it thoroughly.

Everyone looked at the small appearance of the fourth child, and they all endured it, but they didn't laugh, and the grandmother whispered:

"Don't say it, the name is appropriate, it's really quite cola."

After she finished packing, Liu Qingshan opened a jar of Jianlibao for her and Shan Xing. The little old man took a sip carefully, and then he smiled brightly:

"Brother, it's still delicious from our country!"