Hello, 1983

In the past two days, guests have been coming to the small mountain village of Jiapigou from all directions.

Liu Qingshan's house was already overcrowded, and he had to spread the guests to live in the dormitories of the wild vegetable factory and the pharmaceutical factory.

On December 30, a few more cars drove into Jiapigou. There were cars in front and two buses in the back.

"My good fellow, we're here again." Zhang Ganzi was returning from the pig farm and hurriedly stood on the side of the road to greet him.

The car in front stopped with a squeak, and then saw the little fourth boy in a down jacket jumping out of the car:

"We're back, Uncle Pole, have you killed the pig?"

Zhang Ganzi said: "It's Caifeng, you came back late, you just killed two heads yesterday."

Lao Wushan Xing also jumped out of the car: "Uncle Pole, look who's back."

"Xiaoman, haha, my daughter is back, then I have to kill a pig and give my daughter pork!"

Zhang Ganzi watched Zhang Xiaoman also jump out of the car, and immediately smiled.

"eccentric."

The little fourth also said with a smile, of course she knew that Uncle Rod was joking with her just now.

The people in the car also got off one after another, including Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu, as well as Chen Dongfang and Yu Guangming from Longteng Company.

There were also Lin Zizhou and He Min's family, Lu Shi's family in the capital, Gao Wenxue, etc., all came back together by car.

The people who got on and off the bus were Gao Lingfeng and his wife from the company under the big tree, and they followed a large group of singers.

Chu Yunxiu was also mixed in. The two buses belonged to her travel company.

"Why is this boy so dark?" Little Dilly, led by Xiao Wu, was the most eye-catching, with a swarthy face.

Xiao Dili was raised by Xiao Wu to be lively and healthy. She got off the car and ran to the side of the road, shouting, "Xue, Xue!"

Living in Africa, it was the first time she saw Snow White.

As a result, the snow in the Yanggou is relatively deep,

The little guy stepped in and lost most of his body.

Everyone pulled her out with all their hands and feet, and Zhang Zhan said while pulling the pole: "Thanks to being dark, it stands out in the snow."

"Uncle Pole, have you killed the pig? Eat the pork-killing dish!"

Chu Yunxiu jumped over and helped Xiao Di Li to pat the snow on her body. The little guy was sturdy and smiled with little white teeth.

"Girl Xiu, sauerkraut and blood sausages are awesome!"

Zhang Ganzi patted his chest hard, and Chu Yunxiu would sometimes take tourists to Jiapigou for a tour, so he and everyone had already gotten to know each other well.

There were more than 100 troops in the main force, and under the leadership of the fourth and fifth, they went for a walk to Liu Qingshan's house.

Halfway through the road, Liu Qingshan came up to meet him. Seeing so many people, he was a little dizzy.

Chu Yunxiu rushed up: "Haha, Sanfeng, we are all here to eat the big family!"

"Girl, your belly is yours."

Liu Qingshan was also amused, and then greeted everyone. With so many people, it was freezing cold, so they couldn't shake hands one by one, so they could only wave:

"Everyone is here, welcome and welcome, let's go home and warm up first."

The little fourth interjected: "Brother, if you can't stay at home, let's go to the team first."

Yes, yes, there are so many people that the room can't be squeezed. Liu Qingshan touched the hat of the fourth youngest, and then said to Shan Xing, "You go home first, your mother is back."

"Okay!" The old fifth ran away, took two steps, turned around, and pulled Xiao Dili to run home together.

Liu Qingshan led the group to the village headquarters, but the more they left, the fewer people there were. People like Chu Yunxiu and Lin Zizhou were often dragged away by the villagers.

Liu Qingshan's family is doing business, and the whole village is busy with it.

It's not bad to spread out like this, Liu Qingshan ignored them and chatted with everyone while walking.

When they arrived at the team headquarters, there were only about 20 people left. They entered the room, took off their coats, and sat and drank tea and chatted.

Writer Lu and Gao Wenxue introduced a stranger they brought to Liu Qingshan.

This person is less than forty years old, and his hair is very old, like a bad youth in society.

But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are deep, which is a kind of rebellious criticism.

"You are Writer Wang, welcome to Jiapigou." Liu Qingshan extended his hand warmly. This was invited by Writer Lu.

Writer Wang Xiaobo reached out and shook hands with Liu Qingshan: "Why did you choose me?"

When he learned that he was named the winner of the "Jiapigou Literature Award", he never understood this question, so he had to ask it clearly in person.

"Jiapigou Literature Award, unlike other awards, we pay more attention to the future development of writers." Liu Qingshan explained with a smile.

He knew that the man in front of him was a maverick, just like an article he wrote: a maverick pig.

Writer Wang nodded solemnly: "Then I understand, thank you for your trust, I think, I will not discredit you for this literary award, and strive to reach the height of Lu writer in the future."

Reaching the height of Lu's writer, that is, winning the Nobel Prize for Literature. This is a writer who is arrogant and ambitious.

Liu Qingshan knew that the creative peak of writer Wang was in the 1990s, and his trilogy of times, the golden age, the silver age, and the bronze age, are all very remarkable works.

In short, in the group of writers, he is a very unique existence.

If he hadn't died suddenly in 1997, he might have hit the Nobel Prize. You must know that Writer Wang was only forty-five years old at that time, which was the golden age of creation.

Thinking of this incident, Liu Qingshan also moved in his heart: Writer Wang seems to have died of a heart attack, and it seems necessary to ask the dumb grandpa to help him take a look.

So far, the Jiapigou Literary Award has been held for five times. The winners are Writer Lu, Brother Hai, the poet, and Writer Yu, who is the one who writes alive, and Writer Chen, who is on Bailuyuan.

It can be said that this award, invisibly, has changed the fate of writers and poets.

Although Writer Yu and Writer Chen's masterpieces are still in the works, once they come out, they will surely shake the Chinese literary world.

After learning that this long hair was the winner of this year's Literature Award, the old party secretary also came up to say hello.

Writer Wang doesn't look rebellious on the outside, but he respects the old man very much: "Master, you can just call me Wang Er."

After speaking, looking at Lao Zhishu holding a smoking cigarette pot in his hand, Writer Wang immediately rejoiced: "Old man, your tobacco leaves smell pretty cool, I'll try it."

Yes, he was also a smoker. Perhaps his early death had something to do with this.

Soon Writer Wang became one with the villagers. They had gone to the countryside, worked as educated youth, and worked as private teachers. There was no obstacle to contact with farmers.

Liu Qingshan frowned as he watched Writer Wang gulping smoking a cigarette: staying up late and smoking are the two major killers of the heart.

So he went outside to greet a little boy and told him to go and invite the dumb grandpa.

Soon, the fourth and fifth children came in with a large group of dolls. The youngest, Xiao Yueyue, ran with her face flushed.

"Brother, who do you give to see a doctor? I don't need grandpa. I'll try it first."

Xiao Liuzi shouted when she entered the door, her small eyes swept around the crowd, they were all acquaintances, so in the end her eyes fell on Writer Wang.

Writer Wang pointed to himself: "Do you think I'm sick?"

Xiao Liuzi stared at him carefully for half a minute: "You are sick."

Writer Wang Dale: "Oh, hey, then you have to talk about it. If it's wrong, I won't agree and spank."

He didn't know Xiao Liuzi's ability, it was treated like a kid.

Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Second brother Wang, don't underestimate Liu Zi, you have studied in the United States, you should know MJ, Xiao Liu Zi also treated him."

This time, Writer Wang also put away the smile on his face, and then bowed to Xiao Liuzi: "Then I will trouble you, this little genius doctor."

Xiao Liuzi waved his little hand cheerfully: "My grandfather is a genius doctor, I can't do it right now."

"Looking, hearing, asking, the first item is to look. Your lips are purple, which proves that the blood flow is not smooth; the eye sockets are blue, irregular sleep, qi stagnation and blood stasis, which will block the heart and veins."

Xiaoliuzi said with a set of sets in his mouth, and stretched out his small hand to diagnose Wang Writer's pulse, nodding while feeling the pulse:

"The pulse is floating and weak, and the heart pulse is relatively weak. When you are just about to fall asleep at night, do you occasionally feel agitated?"

Writer Wang Er nodded very seriously, and he is now completely convinced.

"No smoking, no staying up late, and then ask Grandpa to prescribe medicine for you, and you should be fine." Xiao Liuzi clapped his hands and said that he had finished reading it.

Writer Wang Er had a wry smile on his face: Are these two difficult?

"You must listen to the doctor's words." Xiao Liuzi urged again, and then put on his hat and cotton gloves, and roared away after Xiao Lao Si and the others.

Writer Wang Er sighed: "It's really a little girl like the wind. When she grows up, she must be a strange girl."

He likes Tang Legend the most, and there are many strange women in Tang Legend, such as Nie Yinniang.

Liu Qingshan took over the words: "Second brother Wang, this matter is not a joke, I will ask my master to help you take a good look back."

Writer Lu also nodded in agreement: "Yes, my body was healed thanks to Mr. Sun."

"Brother, the body is the capital of the revolution. You must not be careless. I'm still waiting for you to surpass me."

"Okay, I'll listen to my brother."

Writer Wang Er nodded vigorously, and then laughed again: "I got the bonus this time. I bought more melon seeds and kept my mouth shut, so I don't want to smoke anymore. By the way, is your bonus really 50,000 yuan?"

Writer Wang Er is currently teaching at a university and earns a moderate salary, so 50,000 yuan is also a huge sum for him.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "It's not 50,000 yuan."

"Let me just say, the prize money for the Contradiction Literature Award is only 5,000 yuan." Writer Wang Er didn't care either.

Liu Qingshan continued: "This time, Brother Wang won the Nobel Prize and donated $700,000 to the Jiapigou Literature Prize."

"Then the secretary also decided that the cooperative will match another 700,000 US dollars, a total of 1.4 million US dollars, and set up a special foundation to use the money to invest."

"The bonus will be distributed according to the income generated by the investment, so this bonus may be like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, but you can only get 50,000 US dollars from the beginning of the second brother Wang."

For this money, Liu Qingshan decided to personally take charge of the investment. If nothing else, it is very possible to increase it by dozens or even hundreds of times.

Although the amount was still 50,000, it turned into US dollars.

The current exchange rate is about 1:4.7, that is to say, 50,000 US dollars is more than 200,000 Huaxia coins.

so much?

Writer Wang Er was also surprised, and looked at the old party secretary, Writer Lu and the others. Seeing that they all nodded together, Writer Wang became even more restless:

"No, no, it's too much, it's too much, I can't take this much."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Let's do it this way. I'll just get ten thousand dollars. When the two of us studied abroad two years ago, we still had a little debt that we haven't paid off."

"The rest will be kept in the foundation as the principal. Brother Wang can donate 700,000 yuan. I don't have that great ability for the time being."

Everyone nodded again and again: It seems that this writer Wang Er is still very honest, and this is the true nature of life.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: "Second brother Wang, the bonus is the bonus. This cannot be less, and it has to be paid according to 50,000 US dollars."

"But if you donate, you don't need to donate it back. You can donate anywhere else."

Liu Qingshan knew that it would be more troublesome for the writers who won the award in the future.

When it comes time for someone to win an award, should they donate or not?

"Okay, then I'll build a school for the countryside where I cut the queue." Writer Wang Er also quickly made a decision.

This matter is still very meaningful, and Liu Qingshan doesn't care.

After a while, the dumb grandpa also came over, presumably it was Xiao Liuzi who told him about it.

Re-diagnosing the pulse of the second writer Wang, the mute grandpa's opinion is basically the same as that of Xiao Liuzi, but it is more detailed.

And also prescribed prescriptions, mainly to promote blood circulation and nourish the body.

This is a long process and needs to be taken slowly.

"It's a worthwhile trip, it's even more gratifying than winning the award." Writer Wang Er was also in a good mood.

The old secretary raised his face: "Little Er, are you saying that our award is not important?"

"Father, I don't mean that, come and come, let's talk while smoking." Writer Wang Er went to touch the cigarette again.

As a result, the old party secretary coughed, which made Writer Wang Er really embarrassed: just now he vowed to quit smoking.

Smoking cessation is indeed a big problem, both physical and, more importantly, psychological.

But in this regard, the dumb grandfather is an expert. He went out to fiddle for a while, and soon returned with a small medicine bottle and handed it to Writer Wang Er.

Then after a few gestures, UU read www. uukanshu.com Liu Qingshan helped translate: "My master said, before you smoke, you should dip some liquid medicine behind the filter, or put some medicine on your tongue."

Writer Wang Er is very addicted to smoking. He had been holding it for a long time and couldn't help it, so he said twice: "Then I will try it first."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Wait first." Liu Qingshan found a matchstick, dipped it in some concoction, and dripped it onto Wang Er's tongue.

Wang Er babbled and felt that there was no smell, so he was relieved. He was really worried about the unpleasant smell that the old man had tinkered with.

So he struck a match, lit a cigarette, and took a good breath.

Including the old party secretary, the surrounding villagers looked at him with a smile, with a look of schadenfreude on their faces.

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