Hello, 1983

In the Jiapigou area, there are a lot of legends related to the weasel, what Huang Daxian is charming, what Huangpizi asks for seal and so on.

In short, in the eyes of the common people, the weasel is a very evil animal.

Liu Qingshan didn't believe it at first, but today's events really subverted his original cognition.

It is estimated that this weasel should be the one he let go. Does this really know that he has come back to repay his gratitude?

Some behaviors of animals are very confusing, even zoologists do not understand, Liu Qingshan will not waste the brain cells, as long as it is not to steal chickens.

Liu Jinfeng just used a shovel to shovel up the big field mouse and threw it outside the gate.

Liu Qingshan patted the big yellow dog, and the guy happily ran away with the dead mouse in his mouth. Looking at it, he might be looking for a good place to eat.

It is said that dogs who take mice are nosy. Dogs of this age eat mice.

In the cauldron of the courtyard, the old hen was stewed, and some hazel mushrooms were put in it. When it was about to be cooked, put some vermicelli, it was a delicious meal.

Liu Qingshan squatted in front of the stove, and while burning the fire, he chatted with Brother Fei and Gangzi.

Since these brothers want to do business, that's not bad. First, they will exercise and gain some experience. When the border trade opens, they can go ahead.

However, they are now in the clothing business, and they all get the goods directly from Spring City, and basically there is not much profit.

If you can't sell it, you will lose money if you hold it in your hands.

So Liu Qingshan pointed them to a clear path: go directly to the wholesale market in Yangcheng to get the goods.

After seeing that the quality of Liu Qingshan's jeans was better than what he was wearing, Gangzi was completely tempted: one was a profit of more than ten yuan.

But if he wants to go to Yangcheng, a place he doesn't know well, he is a little timid, and his mentality is roughly similar to that of rural people entering the city.

And there is another big problem: the hundreds of dollars he has on hand have already been put into the goods, and there is no capital turnover.

Liu Qingshan went into the room and rummaged in the cabinet for a while, and found two business cards, which he asked for from the small boss in the wholesale market when he was wandering around in Yangcheng. Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

Holding the exquisite business card, Gangzi couldn't help but praise: "The people over there are still amazing, look at the print on this thing, and at a glance, it is the big boss."

On their side, business cards have yet to emerge.

As for the funds, Liu Qingshan also helped to solve some of them. He still has 2,000 yuan of spare money on hand, and he is going to give Fei brother 1,500 yuan.

"Then even if we are a partnership, you pay, we contribute, and then we will earn half and half."

Of course, Brother Fei would not take advantage of this little brother, so he came up with such a method.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "If you lose money and make money, don't care too much, just practice your hand. Now it's a small fight, and the days of making big money are coming."

"It's still a small fight? Fifteen hundred yuan is enough for more than a hundred pairs of jeans!"

Gangzi felt that Brother Qingshan was good at everything, knowledgeable and capable, but he spoke too loudly.

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes at him: "In the winter, what kind of jeans are you wearing? Who do you think is wearing a large cotton jacket and two cotton pants, and a pair of jeans on the outside?"

"Then what?"

Just thinking about this is also the reason, and suddenly felt worried again.

"Let's get a batch of tunic suits. On our side, this year is the year of contracting production to the account. Everyone has a little spare money on their hands, and many get married in winter."

Liu Qingshan remembered that in the past few years, Zhongshan suits were sold like crazy, and the gentlemen in the family basically got a set.

Selling tunic suits in winter and jeans in other seasons, at least not a loss.

When they first came, Brother Fei and Gang Zi were still very worried. They were in a period of confusion about starting a business and could not find their goals and directions.

As a result, after chatting with Liu Qingshan,

Suddenly, they dare not say that they will succeed. At least they can feel that success is not far away, waving a small hand to them.

It's really worth it!

Wu Jianjun patted Liu Qingshan hard on the shoulder: "Good brother!"

Gangzi was also in a good mood, sniffing his nose with a smile on his face: "This chick stewed with mushrooms is really fragrant."

Beep beep!

A car horn sounded suddenly, and even Liu Qingshan stood up and looked out on the avenue.

A white car slowly drove to the west end of the village, followed by a group of three or five-year-old little dolls, running and screaming.

"Look at Qingshan, the big cadres who don't know where they came from, wouldn't they be looking for our family?"

Liu Jinfeng temporarily acted as a fire girl, and Liu Qingshan and the others went out together.

"Damn it, it's the old Volga, this car is advanced enough!"

Gangzi shouted loudly.

Yes, that year, a Volga, even a luxury car.

Looking at the man who got out of the car, Liu Qingshan silently clenched his fists: This guy really has the face to come back?

It was a man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

There is also a pair of brown mirrors on the bridge of the nose, and he is wearing a windbreaker. In this small mountain village, he looks so graceful, like a person from another world.

"He Jiakang!"

It was Gao Wenxue's voice, which seemed to be extremely excited.

The man in the trench coat looked at the prestige, raised his right hand and made a gesture: "Literature, you are still here, looking at you, you are becoming more and more like a peasant."

When Gao Wenxue rushed to the front, the man in the trench coat spread his arms in a graceful manner, ready to hug Gao Wenxue, after all, he was an educated youth who used to live together.

Snapped!

A loud slap slapped the unprepared man in the trench coat on the cheek.

"He Jiakang, you bastard, come back with a face!"

Gao Wenxue growled, hugged each other like crazy, and started fighting.

What's the matter, do you want to help?

Brother Fei and Gangzi looked at Liu Qingshan at the same time, and they saw that Xiaoshanzi's eldest brother-in-law had never fought at all, and was really a novice.

"Now that we are advocating five principles and four beauties, it's wrong to fight, so hurry up and grab it!"

Liu Qingshan had never seen the eldest brother-in-law fight, and he was obviously anxious today.

All because of this man who got out of the car.

He Jiakang, one of the three educated youths in Jiapigou, the scumbag who occupied Qian Yuzhen's return to the city, Shan Xing's biological father!

Just as Gangzi was about to go to pull the frame, he saw Liu Qingshan directly hugging the arm called He Jiakang, letting Gao Wenxue in front of him punch and kick.

I understand, I understand, it's not just pulling a side frame.

Gangzi also jumped over, stretched out his hand and grabbed He Jiakang's other arm, and kept shouting: "Don't hit, don't hit your eyes, you will turn into black eyes if you hit again, you can't hit your nose. , it's all nosebleeds..."

With his prompts, Gao Wenxue's punches gradually had a clear purpose.

And He Jiakang's screams also followed the twelfth lunar month, like killing a pig in Jiapigou.

He Jiakang, who was still well-dressed and graceful just now, became extremely embarrassed in a blink of an eye:

His eyes were swollen, his nose bleeds, and his beige windbreaker was covered in blood.

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

Another woman got off the car, shouting loudly.

The driver of the car also got out, and the woman immediately shouted: "Little Wang, fire the shot!"

Liu Qingshan's eyes twitched involuntarily: he was still equipped with a gun!

"I want to see, in Jiapigou, who the hell dares to shoot!"

An old and domineering voice also sounded.

The young driver looked around and saw several shotguns, foreign artillery, etc., and he could only helplessly raise his hand, cursing in his heart: Who are these people, they are too cowardly!

After the old secretary roared, he walked over step by step. Seeing this, Gao Wenxue also pushed his glasses and stopped his fists out of breath.

At this time, he felt that his fist was hot, a little painful, and swollen!

"Zhishu, your boss is here!"

He Jiakang recognized the old party secretary at a glance. He did have one eye now, and the other one was swollen as if it had been stung by a wasp.

"you are back!"

The old party secretary greeted him, slapped He Jiakang heavily, and slapped He Jiakang heavily, cursing:

"You bastard, you still have the face to come back, don't think of Jiapigou today!"

Well played!

Liu Qingshan also applauded secretly in his heart, unexpectedly, the old party secretary, who is always smiling, also has such a domineering side.

"Don't fight, why are you doing this!"

The woman jumped in front of He Jiakang, opened her arms, and protected him behind her.

The other villagers also began to denounce one after another, the loudest being Da Zhangluo:

"Bah, He Jiakang, you drove Yuzhen crazy, made Shan Xing homeless, abandoned his wife and daughter, and returned five people with a shy face. Why didn't you die from the plague!"

"Cut this Chen Shimei to death!"

"Yes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com slash him to death!"

Once the public anger erupts, it will be like a flood. He Jiakang is really afraid of being beaten to death here. He still has a bright future.

He hid behind the woman tremblingly, and suddenly saw a group of children, surrounded by them, among them a young figure, vaguely familiar.

He Jiakang hurriedly shouted: "Shan Xing, my good daughter, Dad is here to pick you up!"

dad?

Shan Xing was walking home from school holding hands with the fourth child when she suddenly heard this unfamiliar but familiar word, and she was stunned for a while, her big eyes staring at the person in front of her.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Lao Si stood in front of Shan Xing and looked at the man who was beaten into a pig's head with full of alertness.

When He Jiakang lived in Jiapigou, she was still young, so she had little impression.

"Shan Xing, it's me, I'm dad."

He Jiakang took out a photo from his shirt pocket as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw:

It was a group photo of a family of three: in the photo, Qian Yuzhen was still smiling so happily, and Shan Xing, who was just two years old, was also smiling so sweetly.

"dad--"

Shan Xing's little face turned pale, she muttered softly, and then shook her little head vigorously:

"I don't have a father, I only have a brother now!"

As she spoke, she pursed her lips tightly, ran a few steps to Liu Qingshan, and grabbed his big hand.

Click, click, Liu Qingshan felt the hot tears dripping onto the back of his hand.

He leaned over and picked up Shan Xing, hugged him tightly, gently pressed her little face, and then smiled coldly at He Jiakang:

"People like you are not qualified to be a father, get out!"