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Victor and his party stayed in Jiapigou for nearly a week, and finally waited until the morels of the first season were dried and processed into dry products.

Looking at the delicate morels, each kilogram of which was sealed in a small plastic bag, Victor seemed to see shiny gold coins.

Because of Professor Wang's success in artificially cultivating morels, the number of morels this spring suddenly exceeded last year's total output.

After weighing, the total was seven and a half tons, nearly 15,000 catties.

The price per catty has also increased by 10% compared with last year, reaching US$50. This time, the Jiapigou Cooperative has received more than US$700,000.

According to the current exchange rate, if converted into RMB, that is two million.

Of course, among the two million, there is also a small part of the three villages of Dingjiagou and Dalinzi, about one-fifth of them are divided.

The remaining 1.6 million belong to Jiapigou. According to the shares of the contracted mountain forests, each household accounts for 1% of the shares, and can also be divided into 16,000 yuan.

And Liu Qingshan's sixty percent is exactly one million.

As the profit gained increases, the gap becomes larger and larger.

The news spread, and Jiapigou was rejoicing again. Since the beginning of spring, the major items have been connected in the same way. First, the yew saplings, then the morels, and the wild vegetables in the back...

Zhang Ganzi's words represent the aspirations of the villagers:

Why does it feel like this money has wings, flying towards our village!

Although this was a bit exaggerated, everyone accepted it happily.

Thinking back to last year when they contracted the forest, the villagers were a little nervous, afraid that the money would go in, and they wouldn't be able to get their money back in ten or eight years.

What are you worried about now? You will get your money back in less than a year. The remaining sixty-nine years in the contract are all for nothing.

At this time, someone was talking about it. It was Zhang Lao Liner in the village, the master who usually can't hold a fart with three bars, but today he said that he had something to say:

We take more than 10,000 yuan per family, but Qingshan alone takes 1 million yuan. This gap seems to be a bit big, doesn't it?

The villagers listened,

Suddenly silence fell, and the smile on his face gradually dissipated.

I take a lot, but others take more, of course my heart is not balanced.

And as the gap between the rich and the poor widens, this mentality continues to become unbalanced, gradually forming the state of being decades later.

Do not suffer from the few but suffer from the uneven, this is the truth.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit weird, the old secretary slapped the cigarette bag on the sole of his shoe twice, and then opened his mouth:

The pole just said that the money is flying towards our Jiapigou like wings, but have you ever thought about it, who put the wings on the money?

It goes without saying, of course it's Qingshan, everyone knows it.

Da Zhangluo knew what the old party secretary meant and hurriedly built a ladder.

The old party secretary nodded: To make more money, that's Qingshan's ability. Let's take the contracting of Doubaoshan as an example. Qingshan can completely contract the forest by himself, why does he have to bring everyone along?

After he finished speaking, he pointed at Zhang Lao Lin'er with his cigarette bag: Old Lin, can you explain this to everyone? Why can you take this more than 10,000 yuan? Are you capable, or do you have a way?

Zhang Lao Liner lowered his head immediately: That's Qingshan Renyi, who takes care of our fellow villagers. I was thinking too much just now. I'll go to Qingshan's house later and confess my mistake to him.

You don't have to admit your mistake, everyone knows what you have in mind, and no one will talk about this again in the future, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!

Even if some outsiders say it, it's because they don't understand the situation of our Jiapigou, and they just talk blindly. Seeing us have a good life in Jiapigou, they are jealous and jealous, and they wish we would engage in infighting.

The old party secretary has been working at the grassroots level for most of his life and has a lot of experience. This kind of jealousy has just appeared, and he was eliminated in the bud by him.

...

On Liu Qingshan's side, Victor and his party were sent away, and when they returned home, they saw that the second sister was working as a yard brushing sauce, and grandma and grandma Qiu Ju were also sitting on the small bench to help.

I saw Liu Yinfeng holding a small brush, little by little, very meticulously brushing off the green hairs on the top of the sauce block with water.

Her expression was very focused, the sun shone on her fair face, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose.

Seeing this scene, Liu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction: He was completely relieved that the second sister could calm down and do things.

At this moment when you are about to go abroad and study in a strange country, and you are still carrying tens of millions of pounds of funds, if you change it to someone else, you are either nervous or excited, and I am afraid that few can calm down and do things.

Whenever there is a major event, there is stillness, and it is like the second sister.

It's time for the sauce, what is the lunar calendar today?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Sanfeng, it's already the eighth day of April. Grandma Qiu Ju answered cheerfully.

The old lady is now completely integrated into the life of Liu Qingshan's family. She helps with cooking every day, and sometimes goes to the village to work with her. Her life is very fulfilling and her spirit is happier.

Because in this family, the children headed by Liu Qingshan really regarded her as their grandmother.

The local doenjang is also very particular about the day, usually the eighth day of April, or the twenty-eighth of April, and the Dragon Boat Festival on May 5th at the latest.

Liu Qingshan washed his hands in the basin, and followed by breaking off the sauce cubes.

The sauce blocks on their side are all rectangular, more than a foot long, and nearly half a foot wide and high.

Some children have relatively square heads, which are described as sauce heads.

Usually, before the Spring Festival, the soya beans are made. The so-called soya beans are locally produced soybeans. They are very soft and rotten when they are left in the pot for one night.

Then use a wooden sauce pestle to mash it little by little. Later, there was a small hand-cranked machine for stirring soybeans.

After the soy beans are crushed, they are placed on the panel and smashed into the square as mentioned above, wrapped in newspaper or kraft paper, placed on the lid of the cabinet, and allowed to ferment slowly over time.

When the weather warms up and the temperature in the house rises, there is a smell of sauce lumps when entering the house. At this time, the sauce is about to be served.

Liu Qingshan opened the sauce block, and the middle part was sticky, which means that the sauce block was fermented.

Whether the miso is good or not, fermentation is the key.

After breaking the sauce block, throw it into the sauce pot, add salt and water, preferably cold water.

Liu Qingshan's family has a large population, mainly from outsiders, so there are a full eight pieces of soy sauce, and one mouthful and two jars are used for most of the time.

When the sauce block is put into the tank, it can only be regarded as the beginning, and it is still behind when it is busy.

Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is make a saucepan.

Use a wooden rake to stir the liquid in the sauce tank back and forth. This process is called raking.

The second key to whether miso is good or not is raking.

Diligent people will rake once in the morning and once in the evening, and each time it takes at least twenty minutes to half an hour.

While beating, use a spoon to scoop out the dirt floating on it.

In this way, after the soybean paste is completely fermented, the aroma emitted by the raking can be smelled across several houses.

If you are lazy, you don't do much raking, and the miso has a smell of stinky feet, making it unpalatable for thieves.

In Liu Qingshan's house, the mother and grandmother are in charge of raking, most of the time it is the grandmother.

The old lady sat in front of the sauce jar, her hands were not in a hurry, she was pounding the wooden rake one by one, her expression focused and calm.

As if the whole years, little by little, flowed through her fingers...

To this end, Liu Qingshan also specially took a few pictures of his mother and grandmother raking as a souvenir.

After taking the photo, watching grandma sitting there quietly raking, with the satisfaction of knowing destiny on his face, Liu Qingshan couldn't help feeling emotionally, and hummed softly:

Long years ago, I want to say that I was so confused back then, but it's hard to choose between true and fantasy.

There have been joys and sorrows, and there have been times. Why are you so persistent?

The long road of life, search up and down, longing in my heart, sincere life...

Accompanied by the soft sound of grandma's hand, Liu Qingshan's singing made everyone fascinated, savoring the hardships and longings of the years.

Liu Yinfeng's eyes are far-reaching: the road is long and the road is long, and I will go up and down to seek!

After Liu Qingshan finished singing the song, Liu Yinfeng asked, Sanfeng'er, what song is this, why haven't you heard it before?

Desire, it should be popular in a few years.

Liu Qingshan explained with a smile that he longed for this TV series, which was released in 1990, and it will indeed take a few years.

After speaking, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of change in the second sister Liu Yinfeng.

eager!

Liu Yinfeng looked up at the clear sky, her eyes seemed to cross the ocean and reach the strange country on the other side of the ocean.

At this time, someone suddenly heard someone shout: Yan, this name is good, San Feng'er, my new book, this is the name!

It was the eldest brother-in-law, Gao Wenxue, who was shouting and shouting. Through his short-sighted lenses, he could see the light of excitement.

Brother-in-law, finished writing? Liu Qingshan was also a little excited.

For more than a year, the eldest brother-in-law has been concentrating on creating, is it finally time to harvest?

Gao Wenxue nodded and shook his head again: I just finished the first book, I plan to write a trilogy of this book, Qingshan, you can take a look at it for me first, and I will revise it a few times.

In fact, Gao Wenxue finished the first part a few days ago, but he just hadn't figured out a proper name.

Until I heard the word desire that came out of Liu Qingshan's mouth just now, I immediately felt that it was very appropriate: cultivated by desire, and then cultivated and harvested, isn't this a trilogy?

Brother-in-law, let me read it too.

Liu Yinfeng also excitedly followed Liu Qingshan to the small study of Gao Wenxue.

Gao Wenxue took out a cardboard box, which contained thick manuscript paper one by one.

Unscrewing the pen, Gao Wenxue wrote two big characters on the top: Desire!

Looking at the manuscript paper more than one foot high, Liu Qingshan nodded: It's a big tome, but I don't know what the content is and whether it can reach the level of an ordinary world.

Sitting down at the desk, Liu Qingshan took the opening chapter from Gao Wenxue, read it, and soon became immersed in the story.

The story begins in 1976, with the black land as the blueprint, telling the story of Xiao Shanzi, an ordinary rural young man, and his peers, struggling and struggling in the tide of the era of change.

They suffer from poverty, they long for friendship, for love, for a happy life...

After Liu Qingshan finished reading a manuscript, he was picked up by Liu Yinfeng next to him.

In this way, it was not until the evening that Liu Qingshan watched most of it.

Closing his eyes, he gently rubbed his eye sockets, his mind was still full of characters and stories in the book, constantly interweaving and changing.

Sanfeng, what do you think?

Gao Wenxue stared at Liu Qingshan nervously.

Liu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of deep desire: Brother-in-law, I think this book has a chance to win the Mao Dun Literature Award.