Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan finally returned to Jiapigou. As for the reception, it is better to cool down the little devils first. Anyway, it is they who are anxious.

In this day and age, with more than 3 million investment, not everyone can come up with it. If you want to find a pick-up man casually, how can it be so easy?

It took him more than ten miles to get home in more than an hour. When he was in middle school, he didn't walk back and forth every day.

By the time we arrived at Jiapigou, it was already evening, and the small mountain village bathed in the rays of the sun was extraordinarily peaceful.

When we got home, we were having dinner, and when we saw Liu Qingshan, everyone had a smile on their faces.

They all listened to Zheng Xiao: Sanfeng reported to Peking University, and Erfeng was the same university.

Only Professor Wang was not satisfied. It is estimated that he could not accept Xiaoshanzi as a student.

"Brother, eat."

Shan Xing brought another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

"Brother, Shan Xing and I will also be admitted to Peking University in the future."

The little brother smiled and knocked a salted duck egg onto the table in front of the big brother.

Liu Qingshan tugged at her antenna braid and touched Shan Xing's watermelon head: "Okay, you two must study hard!"

After dinner, the eldest brother-in-law, Gao Wenxue, placed a thick book in front of Liu Qingshan.

Looking at the big black characters "Year" on the cover, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but pick up the book and gently stroked it with his hands. He could smell the fragrance of the ink in his nose.

"Brother-in-law, congratulations, you finally have a tome!"

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hands, and his thin face was full of joy: "However, the sales volume can't compare to your big ship."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "I can't compare, mine is like a shooting star in the sky, passing by in a flash."

"Brother-in-law, works like yours will be different. They will shine in the sky of literature for a long time."

In fact, the sales of this "Desire" are still good, and it has now exceeded 100,000 copies.

For such works, the formation of a good reputation requires a process of fermenting and can be sold for decades.

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In contrast, those things like Liu Qingshan and the others tinkered with have relatively short vitality.

Gao Wenxue's eyes also became extraordinarily shining, as if they were stars in the night sky.

Seeing Zheng Xiaoxiao next to her, her big eyes were full of admiration. She also had a book of desire in her hand, and it was autographed by Gao Wenxue.

In addition, two lines of words were inscribed for her: Desire to fly in the sky, the road is underfoot.

Gao Wenxue had a very lively conversation tonight, and chatted a lot with Liu Qingshan and Zheng Xiaoxiao.

Speaking of his going to the capital to attend a literature seminar, he also met Lu Yao from "Life". The two people, one grew up in the yellow soil and the other took root in the black soil, had very similar temperaments.

Lu Yao was a little older, just one round older than Gao Wenxue, who called him Big Brother Wang.

Both of them belong to the ox, just like two old scalpers who are silently working in the literary world.

Because they have similar temperaments, they go out to restaurants to chat every night.

Of course, it was all a treat from Gao Wenxue, and Brother Wang was not asked to pay.

When they chatted, they all knew each other's situation. Lu Yao's side was really hard.

Lunch is steamed buns, rice soup and pickles, and in the evening, noodles are cooked; not to mention the milk and eggs at Gao Wenxue’s side, not even green vegetables.

Gao Wenxue also mentioned that Lu Yao also has a tome about to be published. Of course, it is the ordinary world that no one can surpass in the modern and contemporary literary world.

Although it hasn't been published yet, the first one has already been broadcast on the radio.

Liu Qingshan has been listening silently, his guidance to the eldest brother-in-law, in fact, is to imitate the road of Master Lu.

However, the eldest brother-in-law may be more fortunate, at least not worry about food and clothing, and can concentrate on creation.

On the other hand, Master Lu's fate was a bit bumpy, which made countless people in the future couldn't help but sigh.

In order to immerse himself in creation, he owed more than 10,000 yuan in debt, and his wife left him. In the midst of poverty, he created immortal works.

But after winning the Mao Dun Literature Award, he didn't even have to pay to receive the award. No wonder he angrily scolded the phrase "Japanese TM literature"!

Not only was this book overdrafting his life, but also the hardships and hardships of life that made him die young, only forty-two years old.

Liu Qingshan thought about it a lot. Is it only the most difficult tempering that can create the most brilliant works?

Like Du Fu's thatched hut, Cao Xueqin's red building, and Lu Yao's world?

He suddenly felt as if he should do something.

If you give money directly, I'm afraid it won't work, and the literati who are particular about it must be honest.

Liu Qingshan thought about it, and suddenly his heart moved, and his brows were overjoyed: "eldest brother-in-law, how about we also hold a literature award?"

"Literature Award, like Mao Dun Literary Award?" Gao Wenxue was a little confused,

Liu Qingshan nodded vigorously: "Yes, maybe, like the Nobel Prize, we can set up several more awards in the future, but let's start the literature award first!"

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hand, always feeling that something was wrong.

The auditor Zheng Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help but ask: "Student Sanfeng, it seems that those awards must first be advocated by famous people, you..."

She was too embarrassed to go on, even if Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan were a little famous now, they were obviously still a thousand miles away.

Of course Liu Qingshan understood, he blinked twice: "Not in the name of an individual, just use our Jiapigou cooperative, yes, how about the Jiapigou Literature Award?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao was also shocked, and her eyes flashed for a long time before giving a comment:

"Jiapigou Literature Award seems to have a strong local flavor."

Liu Qingshan didn't care either: "The soil is a bit dirty, but our bonus is high, eldest brother-in-law, how much is the Mao Dun Literature Award now?"

This Gao Wenxue still knows: "It's only a few thousand yuan."

Liu Qingshan remembered, it seems that the third time Lu Yao won the award, the bonus was 5,000 yuan. This is because in recent years, prices have risen continuously, so the bonus has increased.

After that, it gradually increased to 50,000, and later it reached 500,000.

Even the 500,000 in the future may sound like a lot, but in fact, it is not enough to buy a house.

With a wave of his hand, Liu Qingshan said proudly: "Then our Jiapigou Literature Award, the starting bonus is 50,000 yuan, and as the price increases in the future, the bonus will continue to increase, and it has to reach the same level as the Nobel Prize. "

After he finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere was not quite right. Looking left and right, he saw Gao Wenxue and Zheng Xiaoxiao both looking at him with strange eyes.

In the current situation where households with 10,000 yuan are relatively rare, a bonus of 50,000 yuan is definitely a huge sum of money.

Liu Qingshan grinned and said, "Hey, why do you have to be an award-winning writer, who can afford a house, can afford food and clothing, and create with peace of mind?"

After he finished speaking, his hands were tightly clasped by the excited Gao Wenxue:

"Sanfeng, if you really want to be able to do this, then I will represent all the authors, thank you!"

He is well aware of the hardships of being a writer, and he felt distressed when chatting with Lu Yao.

On the other hand, I am much fortunate, and I have suffered some hardships in the past few years.

"Then let's hurry up to get this award up, and strive to select this year's award within a month or two, and then distribute the money."

Liu Qingshan is also in a hurry, not in a hurry, Lu Yao's body has been boiled down in the past two years.

"Sanfeng, are you in a hurry? You have to collect works, and then organize judges to conduct evaluations. It takes more than half a year."

After all, Gao Wenxue is an insider and knows these processes.

Zheng Xiaoxiao also added next to it: "Qingshan, how do I feel, you seem to want to send the money now?"

Liu Qingshan glanced at him with a smile: "Of course, the first Jiapigou Literature Award is going to be awarded to Comrade Gao Wenwen and Comrade Liu Qingshan, why not hurry?"

Although he knew he was joking, Zheng Xiaoxiao gave him a roll of eyes: "I've never seen such a thick skinned person before, I'll give myself an award."

Liu Qingshan didn't care, he took Gao Wenxue and left: "Let's go to the old party secretary and the captain first, and we'll settle the matter tonight."

After all, the name of the Jiapigou Cooperative is to be used. Although the money was prepared by Liu Qingshan, he had to inform the two family members.

After a while, several people gathered at the village headquarters, and Captain Zhang asked excitedly:

"Qingshan, have you come up with some good ideas to make a fortune, just say it, everyone will definitely listen to you!"

The development of Jiapigou today is of course inseparable from Liu Qingshan's golden ideas. Everyone has incomparable confidence in him.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle Captain, this time it's money."

Captain Zhang waved his hand proudly: "It's time to spend money, money is for spending, the more you spend, the more talent you earn. What is this called?"

"It's called investment." The old party secretary said quietly, taking a sip of a small cigarette pouch.

The public accumulation of the cooperative has also reached hundreds of thousands, so the two heads of family are now a bit rich.

"Grandpa Party Secretary, Uncle Captain, I'm afraid this investment won't pay off."

Liu Qingshan briefly talked about the preparation for the establishment of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

After listening to the old party secretary, his eyes lit up: "Qingshan, I understand what you mean. This is a great thing to expand our reputation in Jiapigou. Grandpa supports you!"

"It's like choosing a model worker, I support it too!"

Captain Zhang also raised his hand, and then added: "It's just that the bonus is a little higher, but don't make too many people. If you evaluate ten or eight a year, then our cooperative can't afford it."

Liu Qingshan was also amused, and Gao Wenxue added: "It's only one or two a year, and Qingshan paid for it."

The old party secretary was not happy when he heard it: "That's not good. We can ask Qingshan to pay for the fame of Jiapigou. Don't worry, our cooperative can still afford it."

In the past, when I was poor, I was looking forward to making money; now I am rich, I have to figure out how to spend it. The old party secretary still knows how to spend it regardless of his age.

Spending money like this is absolutely beneficial to Jiapigou and must be strongly supported.

The matter was settled like this, and the old party secretary seemed to be more concerned than Liu Qingshan, so he quickly set up the jury's frame, and several members of the village committee were all judges.

Of course, there are two experts, Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan.

Captain Zhang Zhang and the judges were the first to speak: "I'll mention a book first, everyone's staff, I heard a good one on the radio these days..."

The uncle of the boss also nodded again and again: "Yes, Yue Fei's biography is really good, I agree to give Liu Lanfang an award."

The old party secretary knocked on the table: "It's still Lao Yuan's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, it sounds exciting."

Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue looked at each other: It doesn't seem right?

Captain Zhang shook his hand vigorously: "It's not from our northeast, it seems to be from Nagada on the Loess Plateau, or the one with brothers Sun Shaoping and Sun Shaoan in it. What's the title of the book?"

"Ordinary world." Gao Wenxue said quickly, pushing his glasses.

Captain Zhang slapped his thigh vigorously: "Yes, this is the book. This one is just to listen to. It's like our Jiapigou before. It's so poor, but the people in it are all motivated."

Look, the eyes of the masses are sharp, what is an excellent work?

If the people like it, then it is called a good work.

Liu Qingshan was also very pleased: "Then it's settled. Our first Jiapigou Literature Award will be awarded to the book of the ordinary world."

"Zhong, what you said, Qingshan, is definitely not bad."

Everyone raised their hands in unison.

Such an award involving 50,000 yuan was decided in just a few words.

This made Liu Qingshan a little surprised, and Gao Wenxue also kept blinking his eyes: He didn't want to win this award, mainly because he felt that it was a bit too hasty and too playful.

But thinking about the winners and the winning works, he respects and admires the most, so he didn't raise any objections.

After everyone made a decision, the old party secretary just remembered one thing: "Then I have to inform the author to come to Jiapigou to receive the award, how can I contact them?"

The owner of the car is full of brains: "Do you have to invite some reporters or something to promote it well, fifty thousand yuan?"

"By the way, I have to get a certificate of honor and stamp it with the stamp of our cooperative."

Captain Zhang remembered the procedure for participating in the Model Workers Conference and thought that would be good.

Maybe he can sit on the podium to give out an award once, and it's fun.

Seeing that everyone's enthusiasm is so high, Liu Qingshan is of course not happy. The earlier the money is delivered, the earlier the status quo can be changed.

The matter of contacting the writer falls to Gao Wenxue, who has Lu Yao's contact information.

I still have to contact the reporter. According to the old party secretary's intention, it is better to invite Lin Zizhou, but Liu Qingshan stopped him. It is better to keep a low profile for this kind of thing.

Your bonus is so high that it outweighs all other literary awards.

Moreover, the literati are light-hearted, and when the time comes, some people have hot eyes and crooked mouths, making irresponsible remarks, but they are not beautiful.

After thinking about it, just make a phone call to Lu Xiaofeng from Songjiang City. This young female reporter is Lu Xiaolong's sister, and she is also her own.

I'm off work now, so I'll contact Lu Xiaofeng tomorrow.

Gao Wenxue started to contact Lu Yao anxiously.

According to him, Writer Lu is currently squatting in a coal mine, experiencing life while creating.

The phone call was quite laborious, and after a long time of tossing and going, I finally found the right master.

Gao Wenxue excitedly announced the good news: "Brother Wang, congratulations, you have won the award!"

On the other end of the phone, there was a simple voice: "What is the reward? If you don't go, I don't have the money to collect the toll."

Liu Qingshan, who was sitting next to him and listening, felt inexplicably sour in his heart.

The old party secretary, Captain Zhang, and the others all looked at each other in dismay. Captain Zhang scratched the back of his head: "I thought that writers were all rich?"

Gao Wenxue continued to say cheerfully: "Brother Wang, you won't come to receive the 50,000 yuan bonus."

"What, how much?"

"Fifty thousand dollars!"

"real or fake?"

"Exactly!"

"Okay, Brother Literature, I believe you, I'll pay for the travel fee. When will you award the awards?"

This has not been studied just now, so Gao Wenxue turned his head and asked the old party secretary: "When will we award the award?"

The old party secretary and the others looked at Liu Qingshan again, and Liu Qingshan thought about it: "Whenever they come, we will award the prize."