Hello, 1983

The latest website: Jiapigou Literary Award, the place of awarding, of course, must be located in Jiapigou.

In fact, according to the meaning of the county cultural and sports bureau, it is to be held in the county seat, but Liu Qingshan did not agree.

If it's not the capital or a big city like Hujiang, then Bishui County and Jiapigou don't seem to have much difference.

Whoever takes the money has the final say, and the county can only give up. However, the leaders of the Cultural and Sports Bureau still apply and participate in the award ceremony.

Even Secretary Wang was persuaded to come to such a grand event excitedly.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly called Secretary Wang, and Chen talked about the stakes.

As soon as he heard that this might be a dynamite keg, Secretary Wang also gave up the idea of ​​presenting awards.

In fact, even Zheng Hongqi and Liu Qingshan would not ask him to join in, so as not to cause any negative impact.

As for the 50,000 yuan bonus, in this era when the per capita annual income is about 1,000 yuan, such a huge sum of money may not be a trend.

As for Jiapigou and Liu Qingshan, they are not afraid: the old party secretary and the others are the most basic cadres, where else can they be demoted?

Even if he is not a cadre in the village, he is still the leader of the Jiapigou cooperative, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Therefore, on the day of the award ceremony, except for a few leaders from the Cultural and Sports Bureau of the county, there was no official person.

Even the propaganda committee members of the commune were blocked by Liu Qingshan, so as not to be implicated.

As for the leaders of the Cultural and Sports Bureau, they were not invited, but forced to come, so Liu Qingshan couldn't do anything about it.

But there were quite a lot of people attending the ceremony, and the villagers of Jiapigou were basically present.

The scene is located in the courtyard of the village department, and cheerful music is also playing in the loudspeaker.

A temporary rostrum was set up at the front, and a few tables were moved from the school. At first glance, it was a grass-stage team.

The media representatives, in addition to the reporter Lu Xiaofeng from Songjiang City, were two reporters from the county TV station, who had visited Jiapigou many times before.

One of them is in charge of taking pictures,

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One is responsible for video recording and is more conscientious.

In addition, Mr. Song Lao, a representative from Hong Kong Island, and his disciples were also invited to attend the ceremony.

Best-selling author Victor and his assistant Leo from France.

There was also Choi Min-ho, a representative from South Korea, and together they formed an international delegation.

These foreign faces have made the grade of Jiapigou Literary Award abruptly improved, which is a bit international.

"Liu, if your Jiapigou Literature Award is an international award, I will definitely sponsor it."

Victor felt that Liu Qingshan's narrow-minded nationalism was very lacking in the spirit of internationalism and must be criticized.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: "Okay, if you are willing to pay for sponsorship, then ours will immediately become an international award!"

Victor combed the corners of his hair with his hands, and said unhurriedly, "If it can be named, I will sponsor it all."

"That's not necessary. The sun is full here. You should find a cool place to stay."

Without waiting for Liu Qingshan to express his position, Captain Zhang unequivocally refused.

Victor didn't know the breadth and depth of Chinese. He thought that he was afraid that he would be exposed to the sun, and he kept thanking Captain Zhang.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the award ceremony officially began.

Although it is a grass stage team, there are still procedures that should be in place.

The first item on the agenda, everyone stood up, raised the national flag, and played the national anthem.

Immediately, the majestic national anthem rang out in the audience, and the little boys especially sang vigorously.

They have all learned it in school, and the village primary school holds a flag-raising ceremony every Monday.

The second agenda, the old party secretary announced the winners list.

The list is very simple, just the name of Writer Lu alone, but it is quite formal.

The following is the signature of the recommender. If you don't know how to sign, just press your handprint. There are several long lines. They are all villagers from Jiapigou.

The list of winners was read in less than three seconds, but the recommenders below took several minutes to read.

This is also what Liu Qingshan meant. After all, it's everyone who takes the money. Anyway, they have to follow along with it, which is a bit of a ritual.

"Hey, this money is not in vain, I just read my name."

Zhang Ganzi was grinning, he liked to listen to the ordinary world broadcast on the radio every noon.

Da Zhangluo, who was next to him, pouted: "What's so exciting about this, everyone's names are all there."

Zhang Ganzi broke up with him: "That's not the same, Da Zhangluo, didn't you find out, I'm very similar to Sun Shaoan inside."

There was a burst of laughter around, and Zhang Dashuai was straightforward:

"If Sun Shaoan wants to be like a bear like you, then this award doesn't need to be awarded!"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Zhang Ganzi was also anxiously pale: "What's wrong with me, I've even been in the People's Newspaper!"

Captain Zhang next to him was relatively fair, so he fought for Zhang Ganzi: "Our pole has been good for the past two years. We watched a movie in the past two days. Our cow is a hundred years old. I think it is like the pole is inside... "

"Cow hundred years old!" Zhang Ganzi was also delighted.

Captain Zhang shook his head: "It's not Niu Baisui, it's the lazy guy Tian Fu inside."

Zhang Ganzi blushed suddenly, and finally came out: "Captain, believe it or not, I also held a big rock and smashed your pot."

"You learn well!"

Captain Zhang gave this guy a hard look, and then heard the old party secretary in front read his name.

"Next, I invite Comrade Zhang Guofu, the village chief of Jiapigou, to present certificates to the winners!"

Captain Zhang immediately pushed forward happily, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

Then, from the hands of these two little guys, the fourth and fifth, took a large frame with both hands, and inside it was a certificate of award that had been written long ago.

On the rostrum in front, the leaders of the county's cultural and sports bureau were a little unhappy: this Jiapigou doesn't understand the rules, who shouldn't have a high official position, who will present the awards?

But how do they know that this is Liu Qingshan's intention to protect them, and if there is any trouble in this matter, it will not matter to them.

Writer Lu also took the certificate from Captain Zhang in a dazed way, and shook hands with Captain Zhang.

As expected, he received a certificate of honor, but this really can't help to change his status quo.

The villagers under the stage were quite enthusiastic, and they all clapped their hands hard.

Especially those little kids, they are all envious. As soon as their term ends, they are looking forward to getting a certificate.

The award ceremony continued, and the old party secretary also read slowly: "I will award commemorative medals to the winners below."

The fourth and fifth came on stage again, and they held a plate together, and the plate was covered with a red flannel.

The old party secretary opened the velvet cloth, and saw a golden object in the middle of the plate. It was a round medal, about the size of a child's fist.

The medal is relatively heavy, with an animal carved on it, with its head and tail held high, majestic and majestic, looking like a dinosaur.

The old party secretary continued: "This is the symbol of our Jiapigou, the Qingshan Dragon, and it is also our Jiapigou Literature Award..."

"mascot!"

The little elder next to me reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, it's a mascot. I hope the award-winning writers can become dragons!"

The old party secretary picked up the Qingshan Dragon medal in both hands, and then looked at Writer Lu with a smile.

This medal was specially designed by Liu Qingshan for Zhang Guizi.

Writer Lu stepped onto the podium again, and he felt helpless and moved.

After all, if your work can be recognized by others, no matter who the target is, you should be proud of it.

"Writer Lu, congratulations, this mascot is quite heavy, you have to keep it well." The old party secretary also shook hands cordially.

Writer Lu was busy shaking hands with his right hand and holding the medal in his left hand, feeling his hand sinking and almost falling to the ground.

He also sensed something was wrong, weighed the heavy medal, and was stunned: this thing is actually gold!

Of course, it is gold, and it weighs nearly three hundred grams. Even at the current gold price, it is worth more than two thousand yuan.

The old party secretary continued to present the awards: "Let's invite Comrade Liu Qingshan from Jiapigou to present prizes to the winners!"

The following applause broke out again, and this time it was extraordinarily enthusiastic.

The old party secretary knocked on the microphone again: "Because the bonus is a bit large, no money is found, and it is distributed in the form of a passbook."

The people on the podium were completely disappointed: they had nothing to do with them at all.

Liu Qingshan also walked to the stage, picked up a passbook from the tray carried by the fourth and fifth, and showed it in public:

"The bonus is 50,000 yuan."

"it is good!"

The villagers below cheered in unison, and then began to applaud enthusiastically. After all, each of them had a share of the money, so they all felt that their faces were bright.

The leaders on the stage were also taken aback: what, so much money, is it real or fake?

Also stunned there was Writer Lu. The gold medal just now surprised him enough. He never imagined that there was a bonus, and it was really 50,000 yuan.

Is this real, it's not a dream, is it?

"Brother Wang, accept the award, this is an honor that belongs to you, and no one else can take it away."

Seeing Writer Lu in a daze, Liu Qingshan couldn't help calling him.

Writer Lu finally came back to his senses, walked to Liu Qingshan, stretched out his slightly trembling hands, and took the passbook.

Look at the numbers above, yes, it's really 50,000 yuan.

In an instant, all the hard work, all the suffering, all the grievances, all vanished in this moment.

The monetary reward was not what he hoped, but what he needed the most!

With this money, he can create with peace of mind and finish the trilogy.

With this money, he can maintain the stability of the family and fulfill the responsibilities of a husband.

With this money, he can create more works...

In the warm applause, the voice of the old party secretary resounded: "Next, please give the award-winning writer Lu, and give his acceptance speech, everyone is welcome!"

With applause, Writer Lu finally woke up. He raised his arms, waved them all around, and said aloud:

"Thank you to the folks in Jiapigou, thank you all."

"Before I got this passbook, I was skeptical, because this bonus is indeed a bit large, too much to believe."

"But I believe it now. Thank you for the encouragement from the villagers. I will continue to work hard and write more and better works to repay everyone."

Speaking of which, Writer Lu is not very good at words, but he is in a very agitated mood now, and some words are unpleasant:

"What I want to say in particular is that writers are also human beings, and they also need to live and eat and drink, so I am especially grateful to the Jiapigou Cooperative for giving me such great support in material terms."

"Please rest assured, I will definitely turn these into spiritual motivation and produce more and better spiritual food!"

"I'm so excited right now, I don't know what to say, I just want to give this to everyone."

"Work like an ox, give like the land!"

Writer Lu bowed to thank him.

The incomparably simple words reverberated in everyone's heart, and the farmers present nodded vigorously, and they recognized this sentence the most.

Zhang Ganzi's heart was also touched. He changed from a lazy man to a typical hardworking and rich. Didn't he rely on labor?

I saw him waving his arms vigorously, shouting excitedly in his mouth:

"It's still a good writer. I've used this sentence, and I'll take it as my inscription. Yes, the epitaph!"

Zhang Xiaoman next to him quickly reminded: "Dad, it's the motto, and the epitaph was carved after death."

There was silence, and then a burst of laughter broke out.

Zhang Ganzi squeezed Kaba's eyes a few times: "It's okay, it's used anyway. When you're alive, use this as your motto, and when you're dead, you use it as an epitaph!"

This time, everyone didn't laugh anymore, but looked at Zhang Ganzi with some respect.

Liu Qingshan was also very uneasy: isn't this the power of literature?

"It's really worth it, it's so touching!"

Lu Xiaofeng was also deeply infected, and her eyes were red.

After she decided to go back, she must write a good report to promote such a meaningful event.

In the crowd, a young voice suddenly sounded:

"I want to be a writer when I grow up!"

I saw Er Xiaozi waving her small arms and shouting excitedly there.

The other children were also infected and shouted, "Yes, we all want to be writers!"

The old party secretary was also very relieved, and gently stroked Er Xiaozi's little head with his hand:

"Good baby, really grown up, study hard, in the future, like writer Lu, write a good book that the people like!"

Um!

Er Xiaozi nodded vigorously: "I have to make a lot of money!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed kindly. They all understood now: writers are people, and they also need money.

Less than half an hour before and after, the simple and simple award ceremony was over.

However, the influence on the villagers in Jiapigou is far-reaching, and they have witnessed the power of literature together.

The most influential are the children, who have planted a precious seed in their hearts.

Sooner or later, it will take root and sprout and grow into a towering tree.

Everyone gathered in the courtyard of the team headquarters, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time. Just by taking this opportunity, Yang Hongying also had something to announce, so she stood in front of the microphone and tapped lightly.

"Haha, the bride has something to say, everyone listens." Someone shouted.

Yang Hongying blushed slightly and bowed first: "Thank you everyone for attending our wedding yesterday. There are so many people who came with some money. Hongqi and I are deeply grateful."

"However, there are several foreign friends who received a large amount of gifts, which we deserve."

"So I discussed with Hongqi and decided to donate the money to the nursing home in our town to improve the lives of the elderly. Thank you everyone, I'm done."

Bowing again, Yang Hongying hurriedly stepped down.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they didn't know who took the lead in applauding. Soon, the applause broke out.

Zhang Pangzi looked envious and shouted, "Wait for my wife to give birth to a baby in two days. If you guys use eggs or something to breastfeed, I will donate them all to the nursing home..."

Just as he was talking, he saw the captain's aunt running over in a hurry:

"Pole, you are still talking nonsense, your daughter-in-law is about to give birth!"

As soon as Zhang Ganzi heard this, he turned around and ran, shouting, "I'm going to be a father again, don't forget to breastfeed."