Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan put down his chopsticks and took time to go home first.

There were more than a dozen people behind him, all of whom were full first, and went to the boss's house to have a look.

There are Gao Lingfeng, Liu Qingshan's classmates, and Sister Zhang leading A Mao, and the rest haven't left the table yet.

Boss, your house must be the best in the village, right? the little stool asked, as he wanted to come, the boss's family was the richest, and of course lived in the best house.

Liu Qingshan smiled without saying a word, and pointed to the front yard: Arrived, this is my house, welcome.

The yard was lit with lights and clearly illuminated, a short thatched hut with a plastic sheet covering the windows, a yellow mud wall, and a few strings of red peppers and dried mushrooms hanging from the eaves.

It's quite a farmhouse atmosphere, but it's a little different from everyone's imagination, it seems to be too shabby?

When they wanted to come, they should live in a small western-style building.

The big dog in the yard rushed out with joy and rushed towards Liu Qingshan, making a baby-like snort.

I haven't seen the little master for several months, and I miss it too.

Sister Zhang is not afraid of dogs, she even went up to touch the dog's head, and then she said, There's a small one in the back, eh, what breed is this?

Fire Fox dodged her claws, ran to Liu Qingshan in small steps, and rubbed his head on his thigh twice.

At this time, everyone saw the big fluffy tail, and immediately exclaimed: Fox!

Liu Qingshan took off his gloves and gently stroked the head of the fire fox with his hands. Through the light, he could see that the white fur around its mouth was even thicker.

Fourth and fifth, take out a bottle of the wine in brother's bag. Liu Qingshan shouted into the house, his backpack, he had already asked the fourth and the others to carry it back.

Soon, the two little girls ran out, the fourth child still had a bottle of good wine in his hand, and Shan Xing took out the wine bowl dedicated to Firefox directly from the outhouse.

I poured more than two ounces of wine into the bowl, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing immediately, and the fire fox was not polite, and licked it with great taste.

Looking at this scene, everyone felt a little strange, and no one made a sound for a while.

Firefox finished drinking,

Only then did he stagger to sleep on his stomach in the firewood fence.

The solemn look on Liu Qingshan's face then dissipated, and he opened the door with a smile: Everyone, come in, this is my home.

The house is very warm, it is the same as before, but there are a few more appliances.

Several old men and women are sitting at the kang table and playing cards.

Liu Qingshan hurried forward: Grandpa, Grandma, Grandma Qiuju, Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa Wang, I'm back!

It's good to be back, it's good to be back.

Grandma and Grandma Qiu Ju were serving the bureau next to them, happily greeting everyone to sit down and handing over snacks such as melon seeds, hazelnuts, and pine nuts.

Grandpa, how is your body recovering? Liu Qingshan came to Grandpa's side and helped him squeeze his thighs. He felt the muscles in Grandpa's legs trembling, and it seemed that he had already felt it.

Mr. Lin reached out and touched Liu Qingshan's head: I can use crutches now. Your master said that in a few months, I will be able to throw the crutches away.

Okay, then compare with my grandfather and run a marathon. Liu Qingshan grinned.

Then he turned to Mr. Huang: Uncle and grandpa, are you still used to living here?

The old man Huang just kept nodding his head, staring at the cards in his hand with all his attention.

He wasn't very skilled at cards, and he couldn't read the cards, so he could only read the whole card, so the cards were scattered. Professor Wang, who was next to him, kept poking his head and peeking at it.

Grandpa Wang, don't peek! Of course, Huang Yueming was helping his grandfather.

The old man on the kang was all happy, and Liu Qingshan also looked happy and greeted Huang Yueming: Cousin, let me introduce you.

The focus was on Lao Cui and Sister Zhang, and Huang Yueming communicated with them with great interest.

On Hong Kong Island, entertainment is more developed, more formal, and closer to the West.

Like China, there are no formal brokerage companies and brokers yet.

Huang Yueming took a cassette from the cabinet cover: I didn't expect the cassette to be released so soon. The songs in it are very good.

After the Spring Festival, I will contact and try to sell it on Hong Kong Island, and Mr. Cui and Miss Zhang will also go to Hong Kong Island to see if they can hold a concert in Hung Hom.

Since I promised Liu Qingshan to help expand overseas markets, of course, we must start from Hong Kong Island.

In this quiet little mountain village these days, she has not been idle. She has written a plan and contacted Hong Kong Island.

Liu Qingshan smiled: The first stop is on Hong Kong Island, so don't be too reluctant, Hong Kong Island has a very high self-esteem and is more exclusive, and it is not the focus of our development, but we should focus on Europe and the United States.

Huang Yueming blinked his big clear eyes: This little cousin's heart is really big enough. It is estimated that in his heart, Hong Kong Island is just a small place, right?

Everyone was chatting when they heard the faint sound of loudspeakers outside the house.

But there are the fourth and fifth children. After they went out to listen to them, they ran back to report: Dividends, dividends!

The old people on the kang still play cards.

So Liu Qingshan led the group to get up, greeted the group of old people on the kang, and rushed to the meeting room of the village department.

The conference room was already crowded with people, and they couldn't get in at all, so they heard Captain Zhang's voice from inside the room:

Let the shopkeepers stay, and the rest will go to other houses first, Er Xiaozi, if you guys make trouble again, you will cut off all the little things!

Then I saw a few little kids running out of the room with a smile on their face. The former famous crybaby was now a lot more skinny, and his little hands were still covering his crotch.

After freeing up a lot of space in the room, Liu Qingshan led the audience in.

Glancing at the crowd, I saw that my eldest brother-in-law, Gao Wenxue, was also present, with Lu Writer sitting next to him, and the two brothers were chatting.

Next to them, sitting a pretty figure, it is Zheng Xiaoxiao.

He also held a ballpoint pen and a small notebook in his hand, as if he had memorized something on it.

Liu Qingshan didn't find it funny: This is the beginning of learning art, have you apprenticed?

Zheng Xiaoxiao's writing, although I didn't hear her say it, but Liu Qingshan knew her too well and definitely wanted to be a female writer.

Brother Wang.

Liu Qingshan went over to say hello and looked at Writer Lu's complexion, it was pretty good.

Qingshan is on holiday.

Lu Writer's eyes behind his glasses also lit up, flashing with excitement.

After these few months of cultivation, he can clearly feel the changes in his body, and in this quiet little mountain village, he can devote himself to the creation with all his heart, and now he has finished the third part of the world.

Accompanied by like-minded friends, his wife also moved in, and he was also assigned to an instant noodle factory in the county as the deputy director.

All the unsatisfactory things in life seem to disappear all at once.

All of this is of course the credit of the young man in front of him, so his heart is full of moving.

After chatting a few words, I heard that the draft was successfully completed, and Liu Qingshan was also happy for him.

In the original trajectory, Writer Lu struggled to throw the ballpoint pen in his hand out the window after he finished writing this masterpiece.

There are so many things in it that no one else can understand.

But it's much better now, and he can continue to create.

A pen in the hand of a writer is like a gun in the hand of a soldier.

A sense of achievement that changed history came to Liu Qingshan's heart: Brother Wang, the next step is to win the third Contradiction Literature Award. I feel very hopeful.

Writer Lu's eyes are firm, he still has this confidence, and Zheng Xiaoxiao next to him also nodded his head vigorously, as if he was more confident.

Liu Qingshan continued: Then hire a good translation team to translate the work and sell it abroad to hit the Nobel Prize for Literature!

Everyone was stunned when they heard it: Who is this?

Liu Qingshan heard the discussion behind him, and then introduced it to everyone: These two are writers, this is Brother Wang, an ordinary world.

The author of that book, not Lu...

A Mao was a little surprised, but he reacted quickly and hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, I like Tian Xiaoxia in it the most!

Liu Qingshan then introduced: And this one is my eldest brother-in-law, Gao Wenxue, whose masterpiece is desire.

Everyone was shocked again. Since last year, the two most popular novels are The World and Longing. Unexpectedly, two great writers are all here.

In this era, poets and writers are the most respected, and these singers have to be in the back row.

We all introduced each other, and we were all literary and artistic workers, so we could still talk.

At this time, the old party secretary in front knocked on the table, and everyone stopped.

I just heard the old party secretary say: Everyone has been looking forward to dividends for a long time, and Qingshan is back today. Without his leadership, this money is not safe for everyone.

I don't know who is taking the lead, but the room burst into warm applause.

Liu Qingshan stood up and bowed: Thank you for your trust and love.

And those people in the company under the big tree finally knew the true status of their boss in this small mountain village.

Our Jiapigou Cooperative did a good job last year. The original advantageous industries have continued to develop, and some industries have also been upgraded.

The old party secretary wore reading glasses, and his speech became more and more high-level: More importantly, we played a role of demonstration and leadership last year. Songjiang Qingdao has grown to more than 2,000 acres along the small Songjiang River...

Songjiang green rice, I've eaten it before, and it's delicious. It turned out to be from here! A Mao whispered excitedly.

Liu Qingshan rolled her eyes at her: When you leave, take back as much as you can carry.

Really? This girl has a big skeleton, and it is estimated that if she works hard, she may really be able to carry a hundred or eighty pounds.

I just listened to the old party secretary and continued: And our partners in Jiapigou have all embarked on the road of characteristic development. Planting black fungus, breeding sika deer, breeding wild boars, breeding geese, etc., have all achieved success.

The group of people under the big tree also understood a little: the mountain and game food eaten in the county probably came from this way.

At that time, I heard from the county leaders that they were all exported to Europa to earn foreign exchange. Unexpectedly, it was also created by this small mountain village. No wonder it can become a village of 100,000 yuan.

The old party secretary continued to speak: While they are making their fortunes, they also generate income for our cooperatives. Everyone gets rich together. This is what our country advocates.

In the past few days, several village leaders have come to Jiapigou to discuss cooperation. It just so happened that Qingshan came back, and they will make up their minds tomorrow.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stood up and said, Grandpa Zhi, Cheng, let's study together at that time.

Perhaps the villagers felt a little bored listening to the speech of the old party secretary.

But Liu Qingshan was very relieved. He could feel that the theoretical level of Grandpa Zhishu had improved a lot. It was not easy at such an old age.

Perhaps in the future, he will be able to become an influential representative of grass-roots cadres in rural areas, on the same level as the old leader in Huaxi.

Looking at the old branch secretary again, he was wearing a tunic suit with a straight shirt collar and his silver-white hair was meticulously combed, and he was wearing it on his back.

Coupled with the ruddy face in the black, he has begun to have the spirit of a farmer entrepreneur.

Then I'll ask the owner of the car to announce the income. It's still the old rules. I'll just give a rough idea. I'll post the detailed income and expenditure outside, and everyone will take a closer look.

The old party secretary waved his hand and handed the microphone to the boss.

The owner of the car coughed lightly: Last year, for us Jiapigou, while solid foundation, we also embarked on the fast lane of economic development...

Oh hey, okay, the cadres in this village speak every way, amazing!

The group of spectators under the big tree were completely convinced. It was the first time they heard about the fast lane, and the country had never mentioned it.

But if you think about it, you can understand: the development level of this small mountain village is ahead of the whole country, of course, it is the fast lane.

But the villagers didn't give face, and a group of people started to boo: Boss, you said, it will be midnight in a while!

The owner of the car glanced at the following: That's not right, go home and feed the cows twice.

These people from the city did not understand, and thought they were feeding the cattle and horses with fodder in the middle of the night.

Then the owner of the car read one by one: Songjiang Qingdao, we have produced nearly 500 tons of Jiapigou, and we earn foreign exchange through exports. In exchange for our own money, the total is 2.4 million.

In addition, the green rice produced in other places, the sales we help contact, also have a profit of nearly 600,000 yuan, so the total income of this one is 3 million yuan.

I don't know who took the lead, but there was warm applause in the conference room, and even those people brought back by Liu Qingshan clapped their hands vigorously, as if they had a share of the money.

Gao Lingfeng felt the deepest: three million, and it is still exporting to earn foreign exchange, this small mountain village is really amazing!

For today's people, millions, that is simply an astronomical number, the kind that one can't even imagine.

When the house was quiet, the owner of the car continued to read: The second item is mainly the income from special breeding. According to the original agreement, our cooperative underwrites it, and we all share the profit.

This part is mainly the contract signed at the Canton Fair, which has earned more than two million US dollars in foreign exchange. We can share half of it.

Of course, the country needs foreign exchange, so what we have in our hands is our own country's money. This is just right. I'll give you US dollars. We have nowhere to spend it.

Everyone made the calculations in their hearts: this one is more than 3 million yuan.

There are more than 40 households in Xiaoshan Village. On average, it has already exceeded 100,000 yuan.

This is not the best, the most powerful thing is that all the money people earn is foreign exchange, so you are not convinced?