Hello, 1983

Okay! Liu Qingshan slammed the table.

Sitting on the edge of the kang, with his two calves drooping, the little fourth, who was swaying back and forth, was startled by the elder brother, and immediately reacted, and jumped to the ground:

Hehe, brother, little sister, how about adding a little girl called Xiaofeng?

Liu Qingshan was delighted: Okay, in terms of styling, I also have small braids all over my head.

Mmmmmm, the little fourth kept his little head nodding.

Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but put her in his arms and rubbed the little fourth's head vigorously.

Liu Qingshan felt that the proposal of the fourth child was really good. Once Harry Potter was born, it was destined to be popular all over the world.

If the mythological system of ancient China can be integrated into it, it can indeed play a very good role in publicity.

You must know that the mythological system of China is the most complex and colorful, and there are too many branches that can be extended.

If the output is successful, it will definitely stun foreigners.

Until dinner was over, they, big and small, still got together to study, and the general framework was established.

But if he really wants to write, Zheng Xiaoxiao will have to go back to the school library to check the materials in detail.

To create a brand new magic system, there is still a lot of work to be done, but it is not as simple as the little magic fairy Balabala.

In the evening, Zhang Xiaozhong came to Liu Qingshan's house for a stroll, but when he saw that Liu Qingshan was busy researching the story, he didn't feel embarrassed to disturb him.

Liu Qingshan led Zheng Xiaoxiao and the others to study for another day, and then the outline of the story was completely perfected.

And that night, Lin Zizhou, the big reporter of the People's Newspaper they were waiting for, finally came to Jiapigou, which also signified that the Jiapigou Literature Award will be officially awarded tomorrow when all reporters from the state, province and city are present. .

Hearing that Lin Zizhou was coming, Liu Qingshan immediately greeted him, and of course Zheng Xiaoxiao, because reporter Lin Da was her sister-in-law's elder, and she was also her elder.

Lin Zizhou has been to Jiapigou many times. In addition to interviewing the Jiapigou Literature Award this time, he also has a series of reports on deepening the great changes in the mountain village.

Because Liu Qingshan told him on the phone,

Jiapigou has become a village of 200,000 yuan this year. Otherwise, his deputy editor would not have come in person.

Lin Zizhou and the villagers in the village are all familiar with each other. At this moment, he is surrounded by a large group of people, chatting on the avenue.

Reporter Lin, go to my house first, the house is steaming bean buns. Zhang Ganzi grabbed Lin Zizhou's arm very spontaneously.

Of course, his little thought can't be hidden from everyone. Also, who doesn't want to show his face in the newspaper, even if he has only a name, it's good, and he can hold the newspaper for a few years.

So Da Zhangluo took Lin Zizhou's other arm: Go to my house first, I know you're coming, I've always kept the blood sausage for you, the big blood sausage filled with fat sausage, old fragrance.

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to belittle Zhang Pangzi: Your bean bag is still edible, it smells like pig sweat and mud, and you can pick out pig hairs in it.

It made those who came with Lin Zizhou a little stunned: This fellow is too enthusiastic!

Lin Zizhou is very calm: Everyone is very good. I haven't seen each other for a year. I really want to eat sticky bean buns and kill pig vegetables. I will go to Qingshan's house to see it first, and then I will go to interview each other.

Alright, alright, everyone just let go, surrounded by a few people, and walked to Liu Qingshan's house together.

Even a big dog on the side of the road wagged its tail at Lin Zizhou. It belonged to Liu Qingshan's family, and Lin Zizhou fed it big bones.

Reporter Lin, you are still familiar, this time we will follow you to eat and drink spicy food. A middle-aged man next to him joked.

A group of people were talking when they saw Liu Qingshan coming out.

Liu Qingshan walked up to him and was stunned for a while, only to see a few people following Lin Zizhou.

Welcome, Brother Shu, you are here too, and these distinguished guests. Welcome to our Jiapigou.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, and seeing that Writer Shu was also among the group, he guessed and nodded, guessing that these people were all from the cultural circle.

This is not bad. Although he did not intend to really hold the Jiapigou Literature Award, it would be better if it could be recognized by more people.

While shaking hands, Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu introduced to Liu Qingshan. Sure enough, they were either from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles or from the Writers Association. This move can be regarded as an official recognition of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

Qingshan, this is Teacher Zhou from the Writers Association. Lin Zizhou introduced a middle-aged man to Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan shook hands with each other enthusiastically, but in his memory, he didn't seem to have any impression of this teacher Zhou.

Writer Shu added next to him: Mr. Zhou also came this time on behalf of his father Zhou Lao, who is the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Understand, Liu Qingshan said quickly: Thank you Mr. Zhou for his love for our small award.

Teacher Zhou is gentle, but very polite: My father is inconvenient, so I can only represent you to congratulate you on the Jiapigou Literature Award.

Liu Qingshan knew that Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu must be the mediators, and he silently remembered this favor in his heart.

After everyone's greetings, they went to Liu Qingshan's house together, and the other villagers left after saying hello to Lin Zizhou.

Because he was entertaining cultural people, Liu Qingshan did not go to the old house, but let everyone go to the new house in the west courtyard, where the living room is spacious enough.

After everyone sat down, they all looked at the table in front of them in a daze.

This table has a peculiar shape, and there is a natural atmosphere in its simplicity. For a while, with the knowledge of these cultural people, it is impossible to tell what kind of wood it is made of.

This is the amber wood table that Liu Qingshan got back from the mountain. It is 70% natural and 30% carved. Of course, it is extraordinary.

Even the chairs around the table are old objects at first glance.

A few people looked at the furnishings in the living room again, and couldn't help being surprised.

The small living room of more than 30 square meters is decorated in a very simple and elegant way: on the south window sill, several Clivia plants stretch their slender leaves, and one of them is blooming with bright red flowers.

On the east wall facing the door, there are huge landscape paintings with alternating shades of color. As soon as you enter the door, you can feel the imposing manner that blows your face.

On the north wall, there is a row of exquisite Bogu racks on which more than a dozen things are displayed.

Qingshan, your house is incredible. Shu Writer praised.

And Teacher Zhou walked up to the splashing color landscape: This one has a bit of Mr. Daqian's style. Hey, this is really the master's handwriting, which is rare.

He usually likes painting and calligraphy the most. Because of his father, he has a lot of knowledge. When he looks at the inscription and seal on it, he is sure that it is authentic.

Sure enough, it's a thousand years in five hundred years! Writer Shu was also full of praise.

Writer Shu's mother used to be a teacher of the old man Baishi, so he also liked painting and calligraphy very much.

Everyone was watching the painting when they heard a crisp voice: Uncle Lin, and uncles and uncles, please have some tea.

Everyone looked back, but there were two pink little girls, one was holding a teapot, and the other was putting a teacup on the table.

Followed by a smaller, small hand holding a small snow-white monkey.

The little white ape was not very honest, so he jumped to the chair, and went to help Shan Xing get the tea cup.

Xiao Liuzi hurriedly held it in his arms and poked at its little head: Xiao Bai, don't break your brother's cup.

Everyone smiled and sat down at the table again.

The little old fourth poured the tea, Shan Xing handed over the tea cups one by one, and said in his mouth: This is the medicinal tea prepared by the dumb grandfather. Uncles and uncles, please taste it.

Haha, Qingshan, you sisters are really sensible, hey, this tea cup...

Teacher Zhou praised and praised, and his eyes were attracted by the blue and white tea cup. He really wanted to see the mark at the bottom of the cup, but the tea inside was too hot to drink in his mouth for a while, so he was in a hurry.

After finally finishing the tea, Teacher Zhou hurriedly turned over the tea cup. Sure enough, there was a handwritten inscription on the bottom of the cup: Qing Guangxu Year System.

Teacher Zhou played with the cup for a while: Unfortunately, it belongs to Guangxu. If it was an official kiln in the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty, it would be even more rare.

Everyone else was also surprised. Writer Shu shook his head: Qingshan, are you really willing to drink tea with this?

Lin Zizhou also smiled: And Xiaobai, aren't you afraid that he will do a disservice to him?

Liu Qingshan smiled without saying a word. This tea set was the worst set in his collection, so he brought it out to entertain guests.

At this time, the fourth child suddenly interjected: Hehe, there are more than a dozen sets of these teacups and bowls, eldest brother.

real or fake? Everyone is a little unbelievable, thinking that children are talking nonsense.

Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal: Drinking tea, everyone, this tea set is used to drink tea, even if it is to make the best use of it.

Hearing what he said, everyone calmed down and sipped slowly. Not to mention, this medicinal tea has a unique flavor.

After a while, Zheng Xiaoxiao invited Writer Lu, Gao Wenxue, and Senior Brother Hai.

Literati, a cup of tea, a few gossips, it is quite leisurely.

The next morning, the Jiapigou Literature Award was finally held on the playground of the primary school.

In addition to these guests and the leaders of the county and township, almost all the villagers in Jiapigou, old and young, were present.

Liu Qingshan presided over the award ceremony, and there were not so many bells and whistles:

The first item, of course, is to raise the national flag and play the national anthem, which is a must.

Little Old Fourth and Shan Xing raised the five-star red flag slowly, and all the children in the village saluted.

Those snotty babies who haven't gone to school also raised their hands, but their posture was not correct.

Then the old party secretary announced the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award.

I saw the grandfather Party Secretary put on reading glasses and a neat cadre uniform as he walked to the podium in front of the national flag in a hurry.

Er Biaozi under the stage quickly raised the camera and took pictures with the reporter.

The old party secretary first nodded in greeting, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket:

The following is my announcement that the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award is...

The old party secretary suddenly remembered that yesterday, Qingshan told him that the character of the inspection, when it was a surname, was what he read and told him to forget it.

Shan Xing, who was standing under the flagpole, saw that Grandpa Zhishu was stuck, and guessed what was going on, so he quickly whispered behind him: Grandpa Zhishu, it's Zha, and the one who made the awl has the same sound.

Yes, the winner is Comrade Zha Haisheng, everyone is welcome!

The old party secretary took the lead in applauding, and the old man did not complete his mission satisfactorily.

Senior Brother Hai was about to go up, but was stopped by Liu Qingshan with a smile.

Just listening to the old party secretary began to read a long list of names, all of them are the shopkeepers of various households, and these are members of the jury.

The villagers actually came to listen to this, and they clapped their hands when they read their name.

As a result, the winner's name was read in a few seconds, but the judges read it for several minutes, and it was regarded as a sponsor.

When the old party secretary finally finished reading the list, Senior Brother Hai stepped onto the concrete podium amid the warm applause of the crowd.

He was still dressed as he used to be, he didn't cut his long hair, and he didn't even shave his beard.

His face was flushed with a bit of shyness, he bowed vigorously, and said thank you repeatedly.

After the applause subsided, Liu Qingshan continued to preside over the award ceremony:

Next, Mr. Zhou from the Writers Association, please present certificates to the winners, Writer Shu, please issue commemorative medals to the winners, and reporter Lin, please issue bonuses to the winners!

On the playground, the warm applause sounded again, especially those little boys, who made the little slaps popular: Certificate of merit!

The guests looked at the commemorative medal placed in the small tray in a daze. It was carved with a golden Qingshan dragon, golden.

Teacher Zhou, Writer Shu, and Lin Zizhou stepped onto the podium in turn. As a result, Brother Hai's hands were a little too busy, and they took certificates and medals.

Fortunately, the fourth youngest and Shan Xing in the back had eyesight, and they all came to Senior Brother Hai's side, and the two little girls helped him carry the award certificate inlaid in the glass frame.

Senior Brother Hai held the medal with his hand, feeling heavy, really heavy!

Not because it is made of gold, but because it represents the hearts of gold in the simple villagers of Jiapigou.

This heavy honor, even Writer Shu, who awarded the medal, was somewhat envious.

After shaking hands with Senior Brother Hai and taking pictures in turn, Lin Zizhou held a small passbook in both hands and handed it to Senior Brother Hai, and said congratulations.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to the villagers in Jiapigou, I am also the son of a farmer, and I love this land very much.

Brother Hai's eyes were slightly moist.

A few days ago, when Liu Qingshan went to the school to look for him, Senior Brother Hai couldn't quite believe it.

But at this moment, he was struck by lightning of happiness.

The audience gave a warm applause again. The villagers below did not forget to take the opportunity to teach their children: study hard and win prizes in the future.

Next, the winners are invited to give their testimonials! Liu Qingshan's voice also began to rise.

Senior Brother Hai holds the medal in one hand and the bankbook in the other: I'm a little excited now, and I don't know how to express my mood at the moment, so I use a few poems I wrote before to bless all those who love me.

Stranger, I also bless you

May you have a bright future

May your lover be married forever

May you be happy in this world

May we face the sea and spring flowers bloom!

The villagers could still understand such simple poems, and they all responded with the warmest applause.

Liu Qingshan also clapped his hands with relief, he could feel that Senior Brother Hai's heart was indeed sublimated.

A few lines of poetry, only the last line, with a few word changes, but they represent a completely different state of mind.

The original verse is: I only wish to face the sea and spring flowers bloom.

After careful reading, you can still taste the sense of loneliness; but now, it represents the poet's mind, which is broader.

Just like Du Fu's Abide by thousands of mansions, and shelter the world's poor people with joy, the bigger the poet's mind, the higher his achievements.