Hello, 1983

Ten thousand yuan per home?

The people who followed Liu Qingshan to this small mountain village were stunned.

Nowadays, households with 10,000 yuan in rural areas are quite rare. How many households with 10,000 yuan do you have to donate?

Xu Changsheng grabbed the fourth child and said, "Fourth sister, how many households are there in your village?"

The little fourth tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and then said with his fingers:

"If even Shan Xing, Grandpa Dumb, Brother Tie Zhu, and Teacher Liu Ying are counted, there are exactly forty households!"

Forty households, then you have to donate 400,000!

Even the queen of tapes felt a little bit unbelievable. She thought about it and donated 10,000 yuan of money from the company in the past few days.

"Don't forget, everyone, this is the famous village of 100,000 yuan." It was Wei Bing who knew some details and reminded him.

Everyone has heard of the 100,000 yuan village, but if they want to come, it should be more propaganda, and at most it can reach the 10,000 yuan village.

Therefore, these people all looked at Liu Qingshan. After all, this is the hometown of the boss, and they know the situation best.

In fact, Liu Qingshan was also a little shocked. Of course, he knew that the old man in Jiapigou had donated 10,000 yuan from each family, and it was not that he couldn't get it.

The key is, are you really willing to do it?

Glancing at the unpretentious faces around, everyone was happy, as if no one objected to the old party secretary's words.

"Come here, collect the money, 10,000 yuan for each family, go home and get the passbook!"

Da Zhang Luo raised his voice and started to talk.

Then the crowd dispersed with a hoot.

Liu Qingshan grabbed the fourth child and said, "Why are you running away?"

"Brother, Shan Xing and I go home to get the passbook." Xiao Lao Si responded with a sigh, broke free from his brother's palm, and then took Lao Wu's hand and ran away.

Liu Qingshan has a feeling that the child is getting older and out of control. Looking at the two little girls, it seems that they have grown a lot.

So he waved his hand: "Go,

Let's go to my house first, it seems that we can't let it go, let's go to the team first, it's very cold outside. "

The more the troops went to the west of the village, the more surprised they were: the mud-thatched houses gradually turned into spacious brick houses, lined up in rows and rows.

Liu Qingshan was also surprised to find that the team was expanded, and two new houses were built, with long wooden signs hanging on the doors. There were activity rooms, conference rooms, and guest houses, all of which looked decent. of.

The old party secretary led everyone into the conference room, and it looked like it could hold more than 100 people, all of which were newly made tables and chairs.

Greet everyone to sit down, and half of them will pour boiling water.

Everyone was indeed a little cold, holding white porcelain teacups in both hands and drinking.

"What kind of tea is this?" someone asked in surprise.

"It's a medicinal tea produced by our pharmaceutical factory. Everyone is empty stomach. Drink less first to warm the stomach."

The old party secretary explained next to him, and then asked a kid: "Who kills pigs today?"

"Zhang Guizi's house."

"Okay, let's eat their house, and let's eat pig-killing vegetables at night!" The old party secretary even arranged the meals.

The half-eldest man was also clever: "I'll go and tell Brother Handsome."

After saying that, he ran away.

In the conference room, the three elders in the village were ready: the old party secretary was holding a pen, ready to write his name; the boss was holding a yellow schoolbag in his arms, ready to collect money; Captain Zhang was mainly supervising.

These outsiders are all wondering: looking at this, it is quite formal, are you really going to collect money?

After a while, some villagers entered the house one after another, and a loud voice sounded: "I'll come first!"

I saw a spirited old man, wearing a grass-green military uniform, leaning on crutches, limping over and placing a passbook on the table.

Captain Zhang opened the passbook and looked at it: "Uncle kidnapper, ten thousand yuan."

A smile appeared on the face of the kidnapper, and the crutches slammed on the ground: "This money is spent with an open mind!"

Kacha, Er Biaozi was holding a camera in his hand, taking pictures of this memorable moment.

Since Liu Qingshan went to school, Er Biaozi has become his successor.

real or fake?

A few young people still didn't believe it, so they went up to look at the passbook, and carefully counted the string of zeros. It was indeed ten thousand yuan.

"My family's, my family's!" Zhang Zhanzi ran in, snapped, and slapped the two passbooks on the table.

Captain Zhang opened it and took a look: "Two five thousand, Zhang pole, ten thousand."

The few young people next to him also stretched their necks to see that they added up to 10,000.

After handing over the passbook, Zhang Ganzi rubbed his hands together: "Qingshan, why didn't you invite the reporter to Nirvana? I haven't been in the newspaper for a year."

The old party secretary was furious: "Flicker from a distance, you have impure motives at first sight, hurry up and feed the pigs!"

Liu Qingshan blinked: "We don't have such a donation method in Jiapigou, it's strange that we don't publish in the newspaper."

"That's good, that's good. When the interview happens, will it be in the order of donations?"

Zhang Ganzi was browsing and dancing in the vernacular, but his second uncle kicked his butt, and he ran off to feed the pigs.

The villagers donated one by one, and it was really 10,000 yuan. These outsiders who followed Liu Qingshan believed all of them.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes were complicated, they were surprised, admired, and thoughtful.

A Mao finally couldn't help it, and caught a donation question: "Uncle, don't you feel bad for donating so much money?"

It was Zhang Lao Liner who was questioned by her, and he said slowly, "I feel bad, why don't I feel bad."

"Then why do you still donate?" A Mao was even more confused.

Zhang Lao Linger said, "Just do a wedding with someone else's house, we go to the ceremony for a reason. That sports meeting is equivalent to a big happy event for the country, and it should be done with the ceremony."

Ah Mao was confused: You are a bit too polite, aren't you?

She caught another question, it was Zhang Kuizi's father, and the old man wouldn't say anything:

"We, Jiapigou, have had a good time in the past two years. We have two spare cash in our hands. The state uses money, so of course we have to help. ?"

I asked several people, and one was more honest than the other, and none of them sang in a high-profile manner.

But the real money was all taken out.

"Girl, don't ask, this money must be taken voluntarily by everyone, no one forced it." The old party secretary said cheerfully.

"I didn't mean that, I was just a little weird..." A Mao waved his hands again and again.

Of course, the old party secretary could guess what she was wondering, so she tapped her cigarette pouch and said:

"Girl, if it were a few years ago, we wouldn't have donated so much money. At that time, I was poor, and I knew what it was like to be poor. It was really uncomfortable."

"In the past few years, the national policy has been improved, and life has been better. We must not forget this. This is the idea of ​​​​our rural people."

These words were true, everyone nodded vigorously, and their hearts filled with respect, and when they looked at these simple villagers, they suddenly felt so cute.

"I still have money, otherwise, I want to donate so much, but I can't give it." Gao Lingfeng knows what it's like to be short of money, and he can't even see a disease, so he feels the deepest.

Of course, this is a necessary prerequisite. This small mountain village is indeed rich.

At this time, the fourth and fifth children came in holding hands: "Grandpa Zhishu, this is what we donated!"

Uncle Captain took a passbook from Shan Xing: "20,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan for each of you two little fellows?"

After he finished speaking, he touched the head of the fourth child: "You don't count, your mother will definitely donate it later."

Two dimples appeared on Shan Xing's little face: "Uncle Captain, I didn't find a bankbook of 10,000 yuan, so I took this, and I have to find me 10,000 yuan."

There was a burst of laughter in the room immediately, and Big Sister Zhang opened her arms: "You are too cute, fifth, come on, big sister hugs."

She is rough, but some people are careful, A Mao also joined up: "Five, you, where did you get so much money?"

10,000 yuan, anyway, the current Ah Mao can't get it.

Xiao Lao Si's small mouth began to babble: "Shan Xing has dividends in the cooperative, and the advertising company also has dividends. I have saved tens of thousands of dollars now."

Wow!

Everyone exclaimed: It's amazing, children have become households of 10,000 yuan?

"And an advertising company, which company?" Ah Mao was completely convinced.

"Qingshan advertisement." The little boy's face was full of pride.

As for the Qingshan Advertising Company, I was in the newspaper some time ago, reporting on the advertisement of the Seoul Olympics. I never imagined that the company's little boss is here.

Amao, who was hit hard, didn't say a word, and the others were similar. They all felt that this small mountain village was really amazing.

"mother!"

"Grandpa!" When Liu Qingshan saw his mother and grandpa walking in, he hurried up to meet him, not even thinking about going home.

Liu Shikui looked at his eldest grandson cheerfully: "I'm back, with so many friends, let's go home and prepare a meal."

"Master, no need, I'll go to the skimmer's house to eat pork-killing vegetables." Liu Qingshan hadn't seen his mother and grandfather for several months.

I feel as if I'm getting younger and younger, and I'm not only relieved.

Lin Zhi stepped forward and took out a few passbooks and put them on the table: "In addition to our family's, there are also Jin Fenghe and literature, Hongying's family, and Uncle Dumb, and Lu Writer also donated. One copy; Mr. Huang, who came to visit relatives on Hong Kong Island, should also express his feelings."

"Okay, we didn't take Brother Huang as an outsider. We took the money and told Brother Huang that we will treat Jiapigou as our own home in the future."

The old party secretary was even happier. Since Huang Shuwen came to Jiapigou, he and the old people in the village got along very well.

And today's act of donating money has won everyone's respect.

At this time, Captain Zhang interjected: "Jin Feng, Wen Xue, and Hong Ying, don't you have to pay separately?"

There are a lot of situations like this in the village. The children get married, and those who have been separated will also pay a share.

Lin Zhi waved his hand with a smile: "It's their voluntary choice, it's all a matter of heart."

It's not easy for others to say anything. Everyone knows that Liu Jinfeng and Yang Hongying are both in charge of the factory, and they are not less than ten thousand yuan.

Just in Liu Qingshan's house, six or seven copies were taken out at once, but there were some that couldn't be taken out.

Seeing that everyone had finished donating, Wei Tiezhu and the three teachers from the village primary school, Liu Ying, Wang Jun, Tian Jing, and the others came up together, all a little embarrassed, all blushing and thick necks.

Teacher Liu Ying said, "Grandpa Zhi, we can't get 10,000 yuan now, can we take credit first?"

Everyone also listened to the fresh: donations and credit?

The old party secretary has a delicate mind and considers issues comprehensively, so he happily said:

"You are all new members of our cooperative. You have never participated in dividends, and you don't have so much money on hand. The cooperative will give it to you first."

Those few people let out a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa Zhishu, give me my share first." Lu Xiaolong also came up with a smile.

The old party secretary glared: "Isn't your kid's bonus from the pharmaceutical factory already distributed?"

"Hey, didn't this buy a jeep, and I still owe Fengfeng 5,000 yuan." This guy Lu Xiaolong smiled, but he still looked like he was not doing the right thing.

However, his approach is very serious, and he also donated 10,000 yuan.

Liu Qingshan looked a little puzzled, so he asked: "Grandpa Zhi, it's almost New Year's Eve, and last year's dividends haven't been settled yet?"

Then he saw that all the villagers in the house were looking at him, Captain Zhang laughed: "Just waiting for you to come back, everyone said that you must come back from Qingshan before you can share the money."

Liu Qingshan sweated profusely, and was even more moved: "Next year, I might even go abroad to study, so in the future, dividends will be distributed as normal."

"Qingshan, you have to go abroad too, be good, you have a future!" Everyone praised when they heard it.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly waved his hand: "The eight characters haven't been written yet, the donations are all over, then let's go to dinner."

At this time, Zhang Ganzi's head came in from the door: "When will the reporter come?"

After feeding the pigs, this guy was still thinking about it, so he wandered back.

"Uncle Pole, just put your heart in your stomach. For such a big matter, there must be reporters to interview." Liu Qingshan put a reassurance pill in his mouth.

A small mountain village donated more than 400,000 yuan. This is definitely a big news, the kind that can be published in the people's newspaper.

Especially in the well-known 100,000 yuan village, it is a good positive theme to get rich without forgetting the country.

Liu Qingshan can foresee: Jiapigou will definitely be on fire again.

There were dozens of people on their side, and they went to Zhang Guizi's house.

At the beginning, everyone was a little worried, Zhang Pengfei poked Liu Qingshan: "Fourth, can people let go of so many of us?"

If Zhang Guizi originally added the house, it would definitely not fit, but his family has moved into a new house, with five large tile-roofed houses and eight tables.

The eldest, Zhang Chunxiao, led his daughter-in-law and greeted him at the door with a smile. Next to him stood Zhang Chuan, who was also on vacation.

Liu Qingshan said hello, and the people behind did not need to introduce them one by one, and let them enter the room directly.

"If you can cross your legs, go to the kang, the kang is hot!" Da Zhangluo had already started shouting, and there were five tables left for their group, which was enough.

Everyone sat down in a lively manner, and then began to serve the dishes. Among them, more than half of them had never eaten pork-killing dishes.

When I saw the pork with three layers of flowers, it was oily and fragrant.

It was the blood sausage that was a little dizzy when he looked at it, and he felt like the blood was pulling, and he didn't dare to put down his chopsticks.

"Try this blood sausage, it's smooth and tender, and it tastes great. If you don't dare to eat it, just close your eyes and eat it." Liu Qingshan introduced it to everyone.

Really obedient, Xiao Stool and Ah Mao closed their eyes and stuffed the blood sausage into their mouths: "Well, yes, it's better than egg custard!"

Listening to what they said, everyone threw off their cheeks and started eating with confidence.

"Eat big pieces of meat and drink big bowls of wine, this is the truth!" Zhang Pengfei liked this feeling the most, and praised it while eating.

Song Xue and other girls, who don't usually eat fatty meat, ate a few slices today, and they all shouted deliciously.

If you get a little tired of eating, just drink a bowl of pickled cabbage soup, it's hot, and go to get rid of the greasy.

In addition to the pig-killing dishes, several plates of green vegetables were also fried for these guests: fried leeks with eggs, and a large peel, the cucumbers inside were fragrant.

In this winter, it is not always possible to eat such fresh vegetables in the city.

While eating, everyone praised in their hearts: This is the strength of the 100,000 yuan village.

Suddenly, I heard cheers from the next room.

When I asked, I found out that it was after the meal that the cooperative's dividend meeting would be held.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded together: this one has to be looked at anyway.