Hello, 1983

A penny suffocates a hero, and it is more appropriate to describe the old and young men of Jiapigou at this moment.

Under the big elm tree, there was silence, and everyone was smoking, unable to do anything.

Liu Qingshan's family still has 1,000 yuan, but with this money, he is going to buy a shredder, and then deduct a shed for the chicks to spend the winter.

The car must have a way to the front of the mountain, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: Grandpa Zhi, if you have no money, just borrow it.

Borrowing money to spend, can't do it, isn't that a famine? How can you live like this?

When everyone heard it, they all objected in unison. In the countryside, people who borrowed money to spend would be said to be a prodigal.

Only Zhang Ganzi stood up to show his support.

This guy usually borrows money from others. You have one yuan and two yuan, although it is not much, but it has become a prodigal in the eyes of the villagers.

The old party secretary also shook his head: Our money for buying rapeseed is not a small amount. Who can we borrow it from?

Looking for a bank for money, we can take a loan.

Liu Qingshan knew that everyone's old ideas had long been ingrained, so he was not in a hurry at all, and spoke calmly.

Bank loan?

Isn't the bank a place to save money, can you still borrow money?

At this time, farmers basically never heard the word loan.

In their simple concept, they must never borrow money. If they borrow money from other people, they will be flustered and always feel uneasy.

After chatting for a while, Captain Zhang was still a little bold: Let's take a loan. When we sell the vegetables in our greenhouse, we will repay the loan first!

The old party secretary knew a little about loans, and it wasn't a usury in the old society.

The two village committees are collectively approved, so the objections of others are invalid, but a new question arises: what should I do with loans?

To untie the bell, it is necessary to tie the bell. Everyone looked at Liu Qingshan: Since you proposed it, you should be the first.

Of course, Liu Qingshan won't back down from this kind of thing: Okay, I'll go to the county tomorrow for a run, but one person is private, two people are public, and I have to go with one person.

Qingshan, why don't you run with the boss?

The old party secretary and Captain Zhang were still staring at the construction of a greenhouse in the village, and they couldn't get away from it.

The matter was settled like this, Liu Qingshan also strolled home, and it was time for dinner.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw his eldest brother-in-law, Gao Wenxue, rushing in front of him, holding a letter in his hand, shaking it excitedly in front of Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan was almost dazed by him, grabbed the envelope and glanced at it. The first thing he saw was the line of words printed on the bottom of the envelope. It was: Harvest Literature Magazine.

A smile appeared on his face: Brother-in-law, congratulations, you have succeeded!

Needless to say, it must be the big brother-in-law's contribution!

That is The Harvest, it is the most representative literary position in the entire country in contemporary times, carrying the dreams of Chinese writers.

The older generation, such as Ba Jin, Lao She, etc., the younger generation, Zhang Kangkang, Yu Hua, Lu Yao, etc., almost all of their works are published on Harvest.

Being able to publish your work on Harvest represents a kind of recognition.

How could Liu Qingshan not be proud of Gao Wenxue?

In Gao Wenxue's eyes, a dazzling brilliance suddenly burst out, as if two flames were burning in an instant, grabbing Liu Qingshan's arm.

Sanfeng, it should be said that we succeeded, we succeeded!

At this moment, all the struggles, all the anguish, all the hardships are gone forever, only the joy of success remains.

The slight pain from the arm, Liu Qingshan can understand the excitement and ecstasy of the eldest brother-in-law, but, I am happy for you, why do you have to bring me?

I can't understand this kind of stubbornness.

Liu Qingshan quickly broke free of his arms: Brother-in-law, you have successfully taken the first step, continue to move forward step by step, there is no road longer than feet, and there is no mountain higher than people!

Gao Wenxue was taken aback by what he said, and after smacking it carefully for a while, he was overjoyed: Qingshan, you said it well. This sentence will be the motto of our pseudonym Gaoshan in the future!

I just said that casually, okay?

Liu Qingshan was a little speechless, and quickly changed the subject: Eldest sister, why don't you make something delicious for dinner, and celebrate it for brother-in-law.

Liu Jinfeng's pretty face is also full of joy. She is not a rural woman who does not know big characters. She was also a literary youth at the time. Otherwise, she would not have fallen in love with Gao Wenxue.

As the eldest sister, her mother was not in good health, and she took on too much housework and had to take care of her younger siblings, which delayed her studies and failed to enter high school.

There was a smile in her eyes, but she tried her best to pretend to be angry: Literature, why didn't you tell me earlier, you are hiding such a big happy event from me, you...

Gao Wenxue held his wife's hand again excitedly: Jin Feng, of course, I will be the first to tell Qingshan about writing. Don't worry, I will be the first to tell you about other things.

You are the elm head.

Liu Jinfeng wanted to knock on her husband's head, but when her fingers fell, she helped Gao Wenxue tidy up her unkempt hair, pursing her lips and secretly having fun.

As a result, I heard my younger brother shouting: Sister, fry some peanuts, fry an egg, fry a plate of clams that I got back in the afternoon, and call my grandparents to celebrate for my brother-in-law.

Last wedding, there were some peanuts left at home, some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and even a few kilograms of pork left, even the fat and thin ones, cut them into thin slices, fry them in a pot, and add more. Salt, put it in a jar and seal it, it will last for a few days.

After all, there are no refrigerators at home these days.

Well, it's time to celebrate. Liu Jinfeng also happily went to work with Lin Zhi, cut a few salted duck eggs, went to the garden to pick a few large peppers, and fried them with meat until fragrant.

Xiao Caifeng had called the grandparents from the east courtyard long ago, and the family sat around the dining table for another meal.

Liu Shikui sandwiched a few pieces of meat for Caifeng and Shanxing, and then smiled and squeezed the small wine cup: Literature, congratulations, keep up the good work.

Thank you grandpa!

Gao Wenxue held the wine cup in both hands, drank it all at once, and then coughed.

As a result, Liu Jinfeng kept groping for his back and complained bitterly, If you can't drink it, slow down.

After speaking, he glared at Liu Qingshan again: Sanfeng'er, you are not allowed to drink!

Liu Qingshan can only put down the wine glass embarrassingly. He is young and has no human rights.

Haha, it's okay, I'm happy today, Sanfeng makes an exception to drink a cup.

The old man spoke, and of course no one dared to object.

Grandma also smiled and said, When Sanfeng was young, before he was one year old, his grandfather dipped his chopsticks in wine and dipped it on his tongue, so hot that he wrinkled his nose and stared at him.

There was a happy laugh at the dinner table.

As a result, after drinking three cups of wine, Gao Wenxue lay down on the kang with a blushing neck and fell asleep.

Liu Jinfeng wiped his face with a wet towel, and stroked his fingertips lovingly across her husband's thin face. She could understand the enormous pressure on his heart.

If you can’t succeed in writing, your husband can’t farm or make a living, and there’s no way out for writing, then you’ll be overwhelmed, and you can imagine the pressure in your heart.

Now it's finally good, and finally hope, all the pressure has been released, and most of it will be converted into motivation, inspiring him to continue to move forward.

Such a good day!

Accompanying grandpa to drink a few cups, Liu Qingshan went around the village again. When he came back, he had a small bag in his hand, which was scattered and filled with some good things.

They are all local specialties, milky yellow wood frog oil, which is a great tonic, especially for women; there are also a few pieces of deer antler, which are the man's favorite; in addition, there are some monkey head fungus and the like Mountain goods.

Since I went to the county for a trip, I ran for sales by the way.

Here, the villagers don't take these things as good things, and are mainly still struggling to fill their stomachs.

But in county towns and big cities, there is always a small group of people who got rich first, who have a demand for these things.

In the era when the supply and demand chain is still very imperfect, who can be the first to get out of the way, it means that wealth is coming.

...

Early the next morning, Liu Qingshan, together with the boss, rode a bicycle and set off.

Before riding out Erli, I saw a brisk little donkey cart running in front of me. It was running happily. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

It was Zhang Pole who went into the city to dig feces. He glanced back and shouted, Come on, put the bike on it, it will save you effort to be my donkey cart.

The strong smell in the air almost made the two spit out their breakfast.

Liu Qingshan kicked a few times and rushed to the front of the donkey cart: Uncle Pole, why don't you wear a mask, don't you panic?

I'm used to it.

Zhang Ganzi swung the small whip and snapped it, making a bang in the air.

Then let's go first.

The uncle of the boss also kicked violently for a while, but Zhang Zhe was alone on the road, and he was just looking for someone to chat with, so he frequently waved his whip.

When I went there, the cart was empty, so the donkey cart was brisk, the little donkey ran, and the string of bells under the neck rang continuously, accompanied by the shouting of Zhang Pang:

Hey, you two slow down, I'll hurry up a little bit, let's chat as we walk.

Liu Qingshan can also understand Zhang Ganzi's loneliness, but he really can't stand it, so he said without looking back:

My uncle and I are in a hurry to apply for a loan. We won't wait for you. After the greenhouse will pay for it, I will buy you a small radio. We will listen to the two of them on the back and forth. Let's go first-

Seeing the two people in front of them flying like they were flying away, Zhang Ganzi pondered in his heart: This job is well paid, there is a two-cent food allowance every day, and I have to buy a play box to listen to the two of them. Not beautiful?

Accompanied by the bell of the little donkey, the voice of the two of them rang out on the dirt road: Second Sister Wang, I am sitting alone in the north building, my tears are full of tears...

Singing and singing, he seemed to think that the play Second Sister Wang Sifu was very much in line with his situation. Zhang Ganzi coughed twice and sang again: Old bachelor, I'm driving the donkey cart, my eyes are full of tears...