Hello, 1983

"Oh!"

Mason let out a strange cry, which scared Zhang Zhanzi: "What are you doing, thanks to the fact that you have rubbed your ears soft just now, or else they would have been pulled off."

"You immediately turned into the one in the cartoon, yes, one ear!"

Mason's mouth was wow, and his expression was very excited.

Zhang Ganzi couldn't understand it, but Liu Qingshan could understand it. He pulled up Mason, who was squatting on the ground:

"You said that you felt a squeak just now, right, then there is no problem, it proves that the blood circulation above the ear has been re-opened."

Is that really the case?

Mason cried with joy, hugged Zhang Zhai in front of him, and kissed the other person's face with all his strength:

"Oh my friend, thank you, thank you so much!"

Although he is also engaged in medicine, he really has no research on frostbite and the like, and he was really frightened just now.

Zhang Zhuzi wiped his face with his sleeve in dissatisfaction, and muttered, "I think I've been arched by the nose of the old sow."

"Friend, what did you say?" Mason asked in confusion, not understanding Zhang Ganzi's words.

Liu Qingshan coughed lightly and explained to him in English: "Uncle Pole tells you, you're welcome, this is what he should do."

Then he patted Mason on the shoulder: "It's all right now, I'll give you some frostbite medicine prepared by my master in a while. Your ears will recover completely in less than a week."

So everyone was happy and went to the restaurant of the team together.

Plates and bowls were served again, and the table was full.

"Come on, sit down."

Liu Qingshan arranged for everyone to be seated, and together with the guests in the village, there were four or five tables in total.

"Oh, very rich, thank you."

Kevin, Liu Qingshan, Professor Zhong and the old party secretary sat at a table, and when they saw the table full of dishes, they thanked them repeatedly.

Liu Qingshan gave a toast, briefly said a few words, and finally wished everyone a good meal and a good drink.

those hairs,

They all drink high-grade liquor; experts from the United States all poured monkey wine, and usually they are reluctant to drink more.

"Don't just drink, eat vegetables." Zhang Ganzi was in charge of accompanying guests at this table, as well as a few foreigners and two college students.

Cheng Zhi from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine knew English, and happened to be an interpreter for Zhang Ganzi.

Mason is sitting next to Zhang Ganzi. This guy is quite close to Zhang Ganzi.

Zhang Ganzi also took good care of him, sandwiching a piece of large blood sausage filled with fat intestines: "Lao Mei, come and try this, it's fragrant and tender, dip it in some garlic paste."

These days, Mason has also learned how to use chopsticks. He dipped his shaky blood sausage in a little garlic juice, and then shoved a large piece of blood sausage into his mouth.

"Good, it tastes great."

The guy nodded while eating, and finally gave a thumbs up to Zhang Zhanzi.

After swallowing it, I remembered that I didn't know what I was eating, so I humbly asked Zhang Ganzi for advice.

Zhang Zhuzi also took a large piece of blood sausage and put it in his mouth: "This is blood sausage, filled with pig blood."

Cheng Zhi is also an honest person, so he translated it truthfully for Mason.

As soon as he heard that it was pig blood, Mason immediately changed his face. They generally don't eat pig blood.

Zhang Ganzi didn't pay attention to the other party's face, and was still in the vernacular: "There is also this layer of skin on the outside, I know what it is, it is pig intestines."

After listening to Cheng Zhi's translation, Mason felt that his stomach was overturned, and he felt like vomiting.

This time Zhang Ganzi found it, stretched out a slap, and patted Mason on the shoulder: "Lao Mei, you've already eaten one slice anyway, so just take a few more slices, and you'll get used to it."

Mason grimaced, and gnawed on another big bone stick.

The most delicious ones are the students of the Chinese Medical College. Usually, they can open their stomachs to eat meat. Today is a good time to eat.

When you are tired of eating, drink a bowl of pickled cabbage soup to relieve the greasy, it is not too comfortable.

For these students, this time is their happiest time.

There are even a few students who have already had this idea in their hearts: If only they could stay in Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory all the time.

After Liu Qingshan was half full, he toasted the wine around the table. When he was toasting Maozi's table, Li Tieniu rushed in from the outside, wrapped in cold air. He had just come down from the mountain.

"Little Senior Brother, I'm here to make a toast. It just happens to be cold. Let's drink a cup to warm up."

Li Tieniu brought a big glass together, but those Maozi waved their hands again and again, they all knew the amount of alcohol this guy had, and they would not dare to drink with Li Tieniu no matter what.

"Tie Niu, come, let's drink together."

There are really people who are not afraid of death and take the initiative to greet Li Tieniu.

It was that lady Catherine, the eyes that looked at Li Tieniu seemed to be dripping water.

This lady Catherine was quite open. She failed to hook up with Liu Qingshan, so she changed her target to a strong man like Li Tieniu.

Li Tie Niu shook his head: "I have already married a wife."

It caused everyone to snicker, but Catherine didn't care, and smiled tenderly: "You men in China are too conservative."

Liu Qingshan refuted her with a smile: "It's not conservative, it's responsible for the family and wife."

After speaking, he picked up the glass and touched Catherine.

The dinner ended in a happy atmosphere. The old party secretary put down his chopsticks, filled a bag of cigarettes, and said to Liu Qingshan:

"Qingshan, tomorrow will be a little year. We haven't paid dividends this year. It happens that everyone is here today, so I will use a loudspeaker to announce."

The main reason is that Liu Qingshan hasn't been at home much during this time, so he's just waiting for him.

In fact, it is the same whether Liu Qingshan ginseng participates in the dividend meeting, but the villagers do not agree:

If the biggest hero of Jiapigou did not participate, they would feel ashamed to take the money.

"Grandpa Zhi, you can arrange it."

Of course Liu Qingshan has no objection. It just so happens that there is nothing to do at night.

The old party secretary immediately went to use the loudspeaker to notify, and after Kevin understood it, he also showed great interest and asked to attend.

He took the lead, and those foreigners also wanted to watch the excitement, along with Professor Zhong and those college students, they all stayed.

Everyone went to the large conference room together, and the villagers also came one after another, with beaming expressions on their faces: Who is not happy when the money is divided?

Just as it was about to start, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and Gao Wenxue and Lu Writer walked in excitedly.

Behind them, there was a large group of people who were about to rush in, but found that the room was full of people, and they couldn't squeeze in at all.

Anxiously, a little girl in front jumped and waved vigorously at Liu Qingshan: "Mr. Liu, I'm here, we're all here!"

"Small stool!" Liu Qingshan looked at the sound and saw familiar faces, all those singers under the big tree.

Even Lao Cui and Big Sister Zhang were mixed in, and they all looked at him cheerfully.

Liu Qingshan hurried up to meet him and said to Gao Lingfeng, the leader of the team, "Brother Gao, why didn't you make a call in advance?"

After speaking, he waved to the people behind him: "Everyone is here, let's go to the cafeteria to eat first."

The small stool hugged Liu Qingshan's arm: "Mr. Liu, we are going to give you a surprise!"

This girl, Liu Qingshan rubbed her little head, and suddenly felt that with this girl's lively temperament, if she danced in the square, she would definitely be able to do it.

Gao Lingfeng said with a smile: "Many people have performances during the Spring Festival. Knowing that you can't go to the capital to celebrate the New Year, they came together, just to give a New Year to the villagers."

"Boss, what's there to eat?" Huanzi asked with a big grin.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Today I killed twenty pigs, enough to eat."

Oh, this group of people cheered, and then they were led by the villagers to the cafeteria. They are all ready-made, and they can be cooked as soon as they are hot.

Seeing this group of singers, the villagers are also happy in their hearts: How can I listen to the tape and watch me sing live?

This group of people all went to eat first, only Gao Wenxue and Lu Writer were left, and a young man in his thirties was next to him.

"Qingshan, this is Writer Yu." Gao Wenxue introduced Liu Qingshan.

"Hello, welcome to Jiapigou."

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook hands. This is the winner of this year's Jiapigou Literature Award.

Later masterpieces mainly include Living and Xu Sanguan Selling Blood. Since last year, Liu Qingshan has been studying at the Lu Xun Academy of Literature, so Liu Qingshan entrusted Gao Lingfeng to invite people to Jiapigou. Unexpectedly, these singers also came to join in the fun.

Writer Yu is one year younger than Gao Wenxue. He has small eyes, simple and honest appearance, and shook hands with Liu Qingshan very politely.

Liu Qingshan introduced the old party secretary, Captain Zhang, and others. Seeing that there were many foreigners present, Writer Yu couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart: Are there still foreigners in the awards?

He was born in an ordinary small county town in the south and has been fond of literature since he was a child.

After resuming the college entrance examination, he participated in the college entrance examination, but he failed, so he was arranged by his family to be a dentist in the town.

Later, I started writing short stories one after another and became famous, so I was transferred to the Cultural Center. Last year, I went to the School of Literature for further studies.

By the way, among the classmates, there is one named Mo Yan.

Writer Yu is still a little self-aware. In terms of fame and influence, he feels that he is a lot worse than Writer Lu and Writer Gao, and he writes short stories.

You know, in the literary world, if you don't have a full-length work, you can only be regarded as a small fish.

So he also felt a little surprised that he could win the Jiapigou Literature Award.

After two years of fermentation, the Jiapigou Literature Award has gained a high reputation in the industry.

The most important thing is that the bonus is high enough.

Writer Yu also wondered: How could such a good thing fall on his own head?

With this kind of question in mind, he was about to ask Mr. Liu, who was too young in front of him, when he listened to Liu Qingshan's instructions to his eldest brother-in-law to lead the guests to dinner first.

Writer Yu could only keep his doubts in his mind for a while. After dinner, he heard the singers chatting, saying that they wanted to see the cooperative's dividends, so they all crowded into the conference room.

I saw the uncle in front of the boss, who was reading about the income of the cooperative this year, when Zhang Ganzi shouted:

"Boss, divide the money quickly, the money grabber is here!"

Everyone burst into laughter, the small stool squeezed in front of Zhang Pole, and extended a small slap to him: "Hand over all the banknotes and passbooks!"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing, because he remembered the line later: ICIPIQ card, tell me the password.

Zhang Pangzi smiled and said, "Wait a while, when I get the money, I will donate 10,000 yuan to you, but you still have to sing the little girl under the street lamp to us."

"Okay!" The small stool applauded.

It is possible to sing, but don't need to donate. It has already been donated the year before.

The owner of the car also finished reading the income of this year, and then according to the usual practice, he was the first to read Zhang Ganzi's name:

"Pole, the income of the two of you this year is a total of 320,500 yuan."

Wow, there was an exclamation in the house, and the villagers were also very excited: it's over 300,000!

Outsiders were shocked. Professor Zhong, Professor Zhang and those students couldn't believe their ears. To them, it was simply astronomical.

Even those foreigners clapped their hands vigorously after being surprised, and some people whistled a few times.

300,000 dollars, in US dollars, there are also 100,000 US dollars. Among these foreigners, except for the executive Kevin, the rest cannot reach this income.

Mason finished whistling, took his fingers out of his mouth, and muttered, "Whoever wants to say this country is poor and backward, I'll definitely give him a big neck first."

Sure enough, I didn't stay here in vain, and I even learned to slip my neck.

Also shocked was Writer Yu, who now finally understands: why the Jiapigou Literature Prize is so generous.

Even those singers clapped their hands with envy. They are considered high-income groups, but except for Lao Cui and Sister Zhang and a few people, their annual income can reach this amount, and the rest are even worse. .

This year's dividend is a little more than last year, because in addition to the original industry, there is also an additional income from truffles.

In addition, with the growing scale of the pharmaceutical factory and the unified food factory, the dividends received by the cooperative have also increased year by year.

Zhang pole squeezed to the front, took the passbook in his hand, and raised it and waved it twice. Naturally, Er Biaozi clicked and took pictures of him.

After taking the photo, Zhang Ganzi directly returned the passbook to the old party secretary: "Second uncle, our family doesn't need this money for the time being. We should ask the cooperative to continue investing."

The big Zhang Luo in the crowd shouted: "The pole, you have to take it home first, keep it warm for a night, and turn it in tomorrow."

Zhang Ganzi thought about it for a while, and it was the same reason, why he had to make his wife and children happy along with him.

Afterwards, every family began to go forward to collect money, and most of them had more income than Zhang Ganzi's family.

Those with slightly more shares went for 400,000 yuan.

Of course, there are also less, such as Shan Xing, who only received 200,000, and then happily handed it over to Lin Zhi, asking Er Niang to save it first.

"Oh, it's amazing that even a child can get so much money!"

Foreigners are a little bit confused.

The other lesser ones are Wang Jun and Tian Jing, who joined after the village primary school. They have all worked here for three years this year, so they have also started to participate in dividends as normal.

However, taking the lowest value is about the same as the amount of Shan Xing.

Now, even the two professors are a little envious: We two professors just can't earn primary school teachers?

"Wei Tiezhu!" Uncle Boss read Wei Tiezhu's name, Wei Tiezhu stepped forward with his head held high, and took back a passbook worth 250,000 yuan.

Liu Qingshan introduced to the surrounding students from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine: "This Comrade Wei Tiezhu is from the Agricultural University. Professor Wang brought them to us for an internship and voluntarily stayed."

The college students headed by Cheng Zhi opened their mouths involuntarily, and looked at Wei Tiezhu with envy, and many people's thoughts came alive.

Professor Zhong next to him smiled and coughed lightly: "Qingshan, you are planning to dig our walls."