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Gao Wenxue's body also trembled slightly because of Liu Qingshan's words: The highest award for Chinese literature is the Mao Dun Literature Award, which is the pursuit of every writer, and he is no exception.

He knew that until now, this award has been held twice, and the selection is held every three years.

The award-winning novels, each of which is extremely weighty, can he compete with those great writers?

Liu Qingshan saw that Gao Wenxue's confidence was a little lacking, and said encouragingly: From this novel, I see a deep love for this land.

Seeing the people in this land, their hearts are full of desire and they are able to use their own hands to work hard to change their own lives.

Such realism themes are destined to leave a glorious page in the history of literature.

Liu Qingshan gave a very high evaluation. From the perspective of a person who has come here, the desire of the eldest brother-in-law is no longer inferior to the ordinary world.

Gao Wenxue gradually calmed down from his excitement: Sanfeng, I believe you, in fact, the character prototype of this novel is you.

And this kind of operation?

Liu Qingshan recalled the plot in the novel, and he really had a bit of his shadow, so he could only smile and shake his head.

Sanfeng, then tell me again, what other aspects need to be revised?

Gao Wenxue put on a posture of wanting to talk at night.

Liu Qingshan did have a lot of ideas to say, and Liu Yinfeng also made some additions.

The more the three of them chatted, the more interested they became, until Dongfang turned pale, then they looked at each other and laughed, went back to the room, and fell asleep.

In the following time, Gao Wenxue entered a state of immersing himself in creation and revision. In addition to eating, sleeping and necessary physiological activities, the rest of the day was devoted to creation.

This state is already a bit crazy.

When Liu Qingshan saw it, he quickly told his mother in private: The nutrition of the eldest brother-in-law must follow.

He knows the hardships of creation, and it can really kill people. Just like Lu Yao, he died young after writing about the ordinary world.

a book,

He emptied all of his hard work, and every word was congealed with blood.

The mother-in-law also loves her son-in-law. These days, Jin Feng has gone abroad, and Lin Zhi has three meals a day.

In the morning, a large bowl of milk, usually eggs and lean meat, plus fresh vegetables and wild vegetables, are nutritious enough.

Under Liu Qingshan's advice, after eating, Lin Zhi would drive Gao Wenxue out and take a walk outside the village.

Even if Gao Wenxue was not willing to go out, his mother-in-law had to listen.

Seeing that the eldest brother-in-law's life was quite regular, Liu Qingshan was relieved. After counting the days, he sent the second sister to the capital.

On the morning of departure, Jiapigou, old and young, all sent out the village entrance.

The villagers exhorted them diligently, and the little children were full of envy. In their minds, Sister Yinfeng was a role model for them to try to catch up.

Everyone, go back. Even if I am in a foreign country, I will still think of my fellow villagers. Liu Yinfeng's expression was also a little excited, and she waved goodbye to the people.

Erfeng, when you go abroad, don't embarrass us Chinese people.

The old party secretary also waved his thin palms.

Er Feng, don't forget to come back and serve the motherland!

This is the admonition of the kidnapper grandfather.

Liu Yinfeng's eyes were a little wet: Don't worry, no matter where I am, I will always be a Chinese!

And the fourth and fifth children also waved their little hands tearfully: Second sister, you must come back during the Chinese New Year!

Watching the eldest brother and the second sister get into the car, the two little tears finally dripped down.

Shan Xing suddenly opened her mouth and sang: My ancestors have already branded everything I have with the Chinese seal...

After driving to the county seat, Liu Yinfeng's mood calmed down.

It was Lu Xiaolong who drove them, and only then did he start to speak jokingly: Sister Yinfeng, if I can visit the United States anytime, it will be worth it.

Liu Qingshan tapped him on the head: The United States is not a paradise, but a paradise for the rich.

Lu Xiaolong touched the back of his head: Then I'd better try to become a rich man first.

...

In an old alley in the capital, the sound of a small drum sounded, and the old hat rode three wheels, walking through the narrow alley, the wheels ran over the mottled stone road, as if walking through a distant historical picture.

Uncle Lu sat on the third wheel, holding a small drum in his hand, tapped lightly twice from time to time, and shouted: Get the old stuff—

In the former capital, there was a business that specialized in collecting used goods, called Xiaoguer, which was similar to them now.

Playing small drums, I have a jar at home, do you accept it?

From the gate of a large courtyard, an old lady walked out and led two people into the courtyard.

Old sister, in this jar, you should keep the pickled sauce lumps.

Without Master Lu's palms and eyes, Lao Mao'er put the pickle jar back.

The old lady was suddenly unhappy: Look at your wrinkled face, who cares about sister!

Lao Mao'er laughed twice, and was about to leave, but was stabbed by Uncle Lu and quietly pointed to the corner of the wall.

Looking at the piles of broken bricks and tiles, the old hat's eyes lit up: Whose are these tiles?

It came from the public house repairing the house.

The old lady glanced and said casually.

Then we'll give you 50 cents. There's a little rain in the house, and I'm thinking about picking some to go back to make up for it.

The old hat took out a few gross receipts from his pocket and handed them to the old lady.

The old lady immediately smiled happily and helped them load the car.

After leaving the alley, Uncle Lu and Lao Mao'er looked at each other and smiled, and threw away the useless bricks, leaving the remaining intact tiles and tiles.

These tiles are nice and beautifully carved.

Master Lu picked up a tile and praised it.

The so-called tiledang is the round tile that is used to cover the front of the eaves tube tile, which plays the role of decoration and protection.

Two people rode a tricycle and transported these roof tiles to Shijia Hutong, the old house of Liu Qingshan's grandmother.

Here, a lot of building materials have been piled up, and they are all brought back little by little every day.

There are bricks and tiles, and some carved dilapidated doors and windows.

The biggest ones are the two drum-shaped stone gates, and the carvings on them are equally exquisite. According to the old hat, these two gates used to be the gates of a certain prince's mansion.

Mendun'er is the facade of a house, and people in the past were very particular about it.

Isn't it sung in the ballad: little boy, sitting on the door, crying and calling for a daughter-in-law...

In addition to this pair of piers, the brothers even got back a completed screen wall.

From the top wall cap to the bottom base, brick by brick, everything is intact, and can be reassembled at any time when needed.

In the middle of the shadow wall, there is a picture of three friends in the cold season, which is antique.

According to Uncle Lao Mao'er, anyway, when he was young, he seemed to have seen it in some palace.

Some of these things in the yard were picked up, and some were given back for 30 to 50 cents. Anyway, it didn't cost a lot of money. At this time, people don't take these as good things.

This was also arranged by Liu Qingshan before he left. For an old house with some history, the most laborious thing to repair is the raw materials.

At present, there is no place dedicated to the production of building materials. If you want to restore the old house to its original state, you may have to burn bricks and tiles yourself, which will be a lot of work.

So Liu Qingshan came up with this trick, anyway, it didn't delay the two of them collecting old goods.

After sorting things into categories, there is a wooden box for valuables left on the tricycle.

The tricycle swayed all the way and returned to the yard in Liulichang. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Qingshan standing in the yard, shirtless, scrubbing his upper body with a towel.

Qingshan, when did you come?

The old hat greeted him with a smile.

Just arrived, Uncle Shi, Uncle Lu, wash and eat, I happened to pass by Tianfu and bought a sauce elbow. Liu Qingshan greeted the two with a smile.

Don't be busy, don't be busy, put things in place first.

Together with Lao Mao'er, Uncle Lu carefully carried the wooden box into the house, and then began to dig things from inside.

Liu Qingshan watched from the side, and Uncle Lu explained: Today's harvest is average, just a large bowl from a Qing Dynasty folk kiln, and a dozen Yuan Datou.

The few took their things and went to the treasure room. Uncle Lu and Lao Maoer each took out a key. There were two locks on the door, and each of them was responsible for one lock.

Liu Qingshan walked into the room and glanced, feeling as if he had a lot more things than when he left last time.

Xiaoshanzi, this house is almost full. The old hat said in his mouth, then put the silver dollar and the previously collected together, and rolled it up with kraft paper.

As for Uncle Lu, he took out the pamphlet and started registering the same way.

After they were all cleaned up, they left the house together, and Liu Qingshan said:

When I go back this time, I can bring back a part of it. The Dinosaur Museum in my hometown is about to be built. I asked someone to build a special exhibition hall to store these objects.

That's good. We have spent a lot of money on these things before and after. If we put them here, we can't sleep well every day.

Uncle Lu was joking, while his wife, together with Liu Yinfeng, packed up the dishes and prepared for dinner.

The old brothers ran for a day, and each of them had a full two or two in the evening, and they didn't drink too much.

Talking to each other about their respective situations, Uncle Lao Maoer stretched out his hand in front of Liu Qingshan: The funds are going to be spent again.

Liu Qingshan also held back his laughter, why did he even get the funds out?

Uncle Lu smiled and added: It's easy to say, I go to the alley every day, and the things I receive don't cost a lot of money. Even if I go to the Friendship Store every week, I spend a little more foreign exchange.

The things in the Friendship Store are really good, but the prices are also really high.

But Liu Qingshan didn't care. No matter how high the price was, compared to later generations, it was still the price of cabbage.

And the more money he spends, the more things he receives and the better the quality, which he can't wait for.

So he smiled and said, I'm selling morels, and I just made a fortune in foreign exchange. My second sister will bring some when I go abroad, and I can even give you about 100,000 US dollars.

Lao Mao'er and Uncle Lu looked at each other, laughed together, and laughed for a while, then the old Mao'er teacher said:

That's enough for us to toss for half a year. Now the waiter at the Friendship Store frowns when he sees the two of us go, and asks us to leave some antiques for foreign guests, haha!

Uncle Lu also smiled: Both of us are the most disliked people in the Friendship Store.

Liu Qingshan is also very happy. If these antiques can be lost less, of course he is happy from the bottom of his heart.

After all, after a few decades, it might have to cost thousands of times the price to buy it back, which is really too bad.