Hello, 1983

After breakfast, Liu Qingshan greeted Yang Hongying and prepared to go to the commune.

Gao Wenxue also went with him. A few days ago, Harvest Magazine sent a letter saying that the payment for the manuscript was coming. He went to the post and telecommunications office to see if it was there.

After shouting several times, Yang Hongying didn't move, squatting in the yard, together with the fourth and fifth, teasing the bear boy, one big, two, and three girls, giggling from time to time.

It seems that the lethality of this bear boy is quite large, and it is a bit like a big and small kill.

Mr. Yang, let's go, let's go, if you don't go, you won't be able to catch the second bus!

Liu Qingshan called out a few more times, and then Yang Hongying reluctantly waved to the little bear: Goodbye Xiaohei, I'll play with you when I come back.

Turning around, she glared at Liu Qingshan: Sanfeng'er, what are you urging, do we have a bus in the village?

Hey, you've changed your face so fast!

Liu Qingshan grinned: On the big road, of course, you have to run a big carriage. It is much stronger than a car, and it is cooler and more fuel efficient. Let's go.

The two were bickering, followed by Gao Wenxue, and when they arrived at the east end of the village, the car owner was already waiting here with a big carriage.

Along the way, it was not lonely. Yang Hongying also realized the benefits of the carriage that Liu Qingshan said. This kind of leisurely and relaxed travel is really better than taking a car.

But thinking about the situation when she came, she still felt a little shudder in her heart.

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Accompanied by the whistle blowing from time to time by the uncle of the boss, Yang Hongying also heard Liu Qingshan, who has made a great deal of poetry, reciting a very strange modern poem:

The day before has become slow,

Cars, horses, and mail are all slow,

A lifetime is only enough to love one person.

...

Pu Chi, Yang Hongying's laughter sounded beside him: San Feng'er, you are only a little old, you are in love, do you understand?

I know better than you anyway.

Liu Qingshan pouted, and then listened to the boss who was driving the car and said with a smile: Mr. Yang, you don't know the habit of our rural areas. If you give birth to a son early, you have to figure it out. Half the eldest son, there is no one who gets married after graduating from junior high school. few.

That's it!

Yang Hongying thought about the men and women of the same age in Jiapigou, who had already married a long time ago.

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hand and said, Sanfeng'er, your poem seems to have a lot of flavor, but it's a little different from mainstream modern poetry.

Liu Qingshan waved his hands again and again: I didn't write it, I read it from elsewhere, and I think it fits the occasion.

I said, this kind of poetry, without life experience, can't be written.

Gao Wenxue nodded, the modern poems at the moment are more vigorous and powerful, which is very different from this slow and leisurely poem.

Yang Hongying also joined the discussion: Literature brother, I heard that your work will be published on Harvest. If you receive the manuscript fee today, you have to treat yourself.

In terms of age, Yang Hongying is two years older than Liu Jinfeng, but two years younger than Gao Wenxue.

Gao Wenxue nodded vigorously, his eyes looked back through the myopia lens, and muttered: I must invite, there are too many people to thank...

More than ten miles, the carriage traveled for more than an hour, and it was just two days after the sun cleared, and the road was not very easy to go.

When they arrived at the commune, they saw a group of militiamen at the intersection, walking in neat steps. There seemed to be a tense and solemn atmosphere in the air.

The carriage continued to move, and sure enough, a lot of slogans were found on the big wall by the roadside.

Only then did Liu Qingshan realize that the big event had already begun.

The first stop was to go to the post and telecommunications office. Yang Hongying wanted to call a friend, Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue, one wanted to send a letter, and the other wanted to check the remittance slip.

The post and telecommunications office is diagonally opposite the gate of the commune. The typical sign is a large green letterbox standing at the gate.

One letter after another, that is, through the mailbox, spread all over the country.

Therefore, people in this era feel extraordinarily close when they see the letterbox.

Just as Liu Qingshan was about to put the reply letter he wrote into the letterbox, fortunately, Gao Wenxue was quick-witted and stopped him: Sanfeng'er, you haven't posted a stamp yet.

Uh... I haven't sent letters for many years, but Liu Qingshan actually forgot about this, retracted his hand embarrassingly, and followed the two people in front of him into the post and telecommunications office.

At this time, the post and telecommunications have not yet separated, so the post and telecommunications office is very lively. There are people who make phone calls, send telegrams, send letters, and subscribe to newspapers and magazines. It is a busy scene.

Even Liu Qingshan saw an old man wearing reading glasses and a tunic suit, writing letters and telegrams on behalf of those people, with a pen attached to the upper pocket of the tunic suit.

When a middle-aged woman next to the old man finished the story, the old man gave her a few words and told her mother will return from a critical illness.

The telegrams at this time are usually not good news, and telegrams are charged according to the number of words.

The current price is seven cents a word, so the fewer words, the more money you save.

The middle-aged woman gave the old man a dime as a reward, and then lined up to shoot the telegram.

Liu Qingshan bought the stamps first, and was smearing the back of the stamps, when he heard the staff in the dark green uniform at the counter, suddenly shouted:

You are Gao Wenxue, haha, today you are caught!

Liu Qingshan shivered, and the paste was poked into his hands.

Gao Wenxue also nervously pushed up his glasses with his hand: What are you arresting me for, I haven't committed any crime?

After entering the commune, for someone like him who is very sensitive to words, of course he also saw those slogans.

The employee of the post and telecommunications bureau actually pushed the door and ran out excitedly, grabbing Gao Wenxue's arm: So you are the great writer Gao Wenxue, haha, amazing, really amazing!

A few people around were also nervous just now. They were rolling up their arms and sleeves, trying to catch the bad guy, but they were all overwhelmed by this reversal.

Comrade, what's going on, you're so surprised, don't scare my brother-in-law out of trouble?

Liu Qingshan hurried up to inquire, and then heard the employee shout again: Comrade Gao Wenxue's manuscript fee has arrived. It's a full 480 yuan. If you can get so much manuscript fee at one time, isn't that a great writer?

How much, four hundred and eighty yuan? !

Inside the post and telecommunications office, there was a humming sound, and even Yang Hongying looked at Gao Wenxue in shock.

The four hundred and eighty yuan at this time is basically the annual salary of a unit employee, which is definitely not a small amount.

Gao Wenxue was also so excited that his hands trembled a little. The last time the fee of dozens of yuan made him so excited that he didn't sleep for a long time. This time, it has been more than ten times.

Suddenly, he grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand: San Feng'er, I'm making money, no, we're making money, we're making money!

Liu Qingshan's palm was a little painful when he pinched it, but he felt extremely happy and proud for his eldest brother-in-law.

That's right, eldest brother-in-law, I just said, you can definitely do it!

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm not a waste, I can make money to support my family, I want to buy nutrition products for Jinfeng, a sewing machine for my mother, Maotai wine for my father, and malted milk essence for my milk. , buy candy for Sifeng and Wufeng, buy, buy, buy...

Gao Wenxue was so excited that he was incoherent. How everyone in this family treated him, he also had an account in his heart.

He wanted to repay these relatives, and he dreamed of it, but usually, he couldn't come up with anything.

And now, his dream has finally come true!

Liu Qingshan can fully understand Gao Wenxue's mood at the moment. The eldest brother-in-law is a kind and righteous person, and he feels even more happy in his heart.

As for the people beside Gao Wenwen, there was a sound of tsk tsk: sewing machines, malted milk essence, and what kind of wine, for most ordinary people, it was just thinking about it.

There was a lot of noise inside the post and telecommunications office, attracting many people from outside, and those who couldn't squeeze in, just lay down on the window and look in.

In the eyes of people's envy, Gao Wenxue printed his hand stamp on the remittance slip, and then took a thick stack of great unity and stuffed it all into Liu Qingshan's hands.

Take it!

Brother-in-law, this is your manuscript fee, what are you doing for me?

Liu Qingshan was about to resign when he heard a very majestic shout from outside:

Let it all, let it go!

Afterwards, several militiamen separated from the crowd and squeezed in: What happened here, did someone make trouble?

Now is the most tense time. The militiamen are tightening the string every day. When they see people gathering here, they immediately rush to the scene.

Then they saw Liu Qingshan holding a large amount of money, and the militiamen were immediately shocked and put up their rifles: Don't move, raise your hands!

This is taking me for a bank robber--a post office robbery?

Liu Qingshan quickly explained: Comrade, we are here to withdraw money, so we don't have to raise our hands. Otherwise, the money will fall to the ground.

How can you withdraw so much money, you must have no idea where the money came from, come with us!

The militia company commander who took the lead is also serious. Usually, the remittance is at most 100 to 80. This is too much, and there is obviously a problem.

It was the comrade from the post and telecommunications bureau who stood up and helped to explain: Misunderstanding, this money is the manuscript fee for Comrade Gao Wenwen, who is a great writer.

The militiamen put their guns away, saluted Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue, and walked out.

Oops, scared my forehead to sweat!

It was the first time that Liu Qingshan was pointed at by a gun, and it was a lie to say that he was not nervous, and everyone would have to panic!

Ask Gao Wenxue to help, put the money in the bag first, and leave Yang Hongying here waiting to make a call. He has to go to the agricultural machinery station to buy a shredder.

Yang Hongying also waved excitedly, not forgetting to tease: Brother Literature, don't forget to treat your guests at noon, it's hard to get a big meal today.

When he got back into the carriage, the uncle of the boss was also very happy: Literature, you are really good, you are too pissing, you have made a big face in Jiapigou, what do you say, the little cock doesn't usually croak , a sound can scare people to death.

The blush on Gao Wenxue's face due to excitement still did not fade away, he pushed his glasses with his hand:

Uncle Boss, what you said is that if you don't make a name for yourself, it's a blockbuster. Compared with those great writers, I'm still far behind.

Yes, yes, it's better for you to be educated. The boss's big whip rattled, and he went straight to the courtyard of the agricultural machinery station.

Gao Wenxue looked anxious: Let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative first!

Liu Qingshan smiled and patted his arm: eldest brother-in-law, we have money to spend slowly, no hurry, no hurry.