Hello, 1983

Ieyasu, let's go, these rural people are too savage!

The woman dragged He Jiakang, she couldn't understand, how in her eyes He Jiakang, who was extremely excellent, got here and suddenly turned into garbage.

You said we were savage?

The villagers did not agree when they heard it, and they shouted again: We are savage, but we will not leave our daughter-in-law behind and go back to the city to enjoy happiness!

We are savage, but we will not leave our own daughters behind!

After speaking, he pointed at the woman with his hand: Daughter, tell me, who is the barbarian?

There are many old ladies in the village next to them, and they all followed suit: You said that you are a girl who looks very handsome, but her eyes are not very good. How can you find such a wolf-hearted person like He Jiakang!

Ieyasu is not what you said!

The woman shouted hoarsely: Ieyasu is a graduate of a famous university. He is excellent in both academics and studies, and he has a bright future. It's really not what you said!

Chi, even the surrounding children stared at those two people with contempt.

Who says that children don't know good and bad, in the world of children, there are only two kinds of people: good people and bad people.

At this time, the old party secretary finally spoke again: He Jiakang, hurry up and get out, don't come to Jiapigou in the future, come and fight again!

Those who can lead the way in a village are all sturdy masters, otherwise, they will have to be bullied to death by the surrounding villages.

In recent years, the old party secretary has gotten a little older, and his temper has gotten better.

roll!

The surrounding villagers also shouted, and the momentum was extremely powerful for a while.

roll!

The little old fourth waved his little hand, and the little kids also shouted, all the little fingers pointed at He Jiakang.

Liu Qingshan hugged Shan Xing and looked very happy: Okay, these little guys have learned to use a yang finger.

Even the two outsiders, Da Fei Ge and Gang Zi, roared a few times, feeling so happy in their hearts.

He Jiakang saw that he would not be beaten any more, and he felt confident. He took out the handkerchief and wiped the nosebleed on his face.

Then he said: Old Party Secretary, folks, when I left, I didn't run away, but to change my destiny with my own ability. Is this also wrong?

I admit that I have really been sorry for Yuzhen and Shan Xing these past few years, but now that I am back, I will compensate them.

After he finished speaking, he opened the car door, took out a leather bag, and took out a stack of brand-new Great Unity from it.

He Jiakang gently slid his finger on the coin and made a squeaking sound. The sound was very seductive. He even heard the sound of swallowing saliva around him.

Old Party Secretary, half of the thousand yuan is reserved for Yuzhen, which is my compensation for her, and the other half, I will share it with the villagers. After all, everyone took great care of me back then, thank you. everyone.

He Jiakang bowed deeply, which made the woman beside him feel sweet: This is the Jiakang she is familiar with.

He Jiakang became more and more comfortable: Old Party Secretary, I came back this time to pick up Shan Xing. She is my daughter, and no one can stop her, right?

Glancing at Liu Qingshan, who was holding Shan Xing, he continued: Also, please open a letter of introduction to me from the team. I want to break up the engagement with Yuzhen. That is simply a mistake, the fault of that era.

Liu Qingshan was a little impressed by this guy. How thick is this guy to be able to talk about these dirty things so openly?

Seeing that the situation was somewhat reversed by He Jiakang, Gao Wenxue rushed over again angrily, shouting:

He Jiakang, don't think that you have a bit of stinky money and you want to buy people's hearts. The crimes you have committed cannot be washed away with money!

Liu Qingshan wanted to slap his eldest brother-in-law. After all, he is a writer. This is a good word.

He Jiakang looked at Gao Wenxue and shook his head: Literature, you are nestled in this small ravine, facing the black soil and turning your back to the sky, and your life will be completely ruined.

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses angrily: I have been an ordinary farmer all my life, and I will always despise you, a man with a human face and a beast-like heart!

He Jiakang obviously knew Gao Wenxue and knew that this person was a guy who accepted death, so he turned to the old party secretary: Please, you are old.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily converged on the old party secretary, waiting for his choice.

The old secretary straightened the brim of the blue hat on his head with his hand, and then lightly stroked the thick stack of banknotes in his hand: We Jiapigou, we are really poor—

A smile appeared on He Jiakang's pig-headed face. He knew that people in the countryside were short-sighted, and if he dropped the thousand yuan, he would definitely stun people.

I just heard the old party secretary continue: We are poor, but we are poor and have the backbone. If I received your stinky money today, I'm afraid my hands will get dirty!

With a snap, the stack of banknotes fell heavily on He Jiakang's face, and then splattered and fell down.

it is good!

Liu Qingshan also shouted: We all have hands and feet, and we can make money with our own hands. Even if we make a penny, it's comfortable to spend. Who cares about your ignorant money!

Yes, don't want your ignorant money!

Everyone was furious, and only Zhang Pole, pouted, and picked up a piece of Zhang Da Unity.

He Jiakang felt a little comfort in his heart: some people still recognized the money.

Pole!

The old party secretary shouted, his own nephew, this is not hitting him in the face, it's not a piece of shit.

Zhang Ganzi still kept picking up money, and promised with a smiley face: Second uncle, you all say stinky money is stinky money, I thought about it, this money is not stinky, just as I just finished cleaning up the pig manure, not yet. Wash your hands and pass the money.

After speaking, he handed a handful of money to He Jiakang with a smile: He's surnamed He, I'll give you the stinky money back this time.

you!

He Jiakang was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he could only curse Zhang Ganzi to be a bachelor for a lifetime.

At this time, Liu Qingshan came to him with Shan Xing in his arms: He Jiakang, although Shan Xing is your daughter, but now she is my sister, you should die.

Yes, Shan Xing won't go with you!

The fourth child also jumped out and declared sovereignty together.

He Jiakang said with a gloomy face: You guys are illegal, do you understand? Believe it or not, I'll go to the commune police station now and call the police to arrest you.

He thought that Liu Qingshan was a half-sized boy, ready to scare him.

Liu Qingshan wasn't frightened either, he said a few times: This incident has been witnessed by the whole village, and the commune police station also knows about it, and also moved Shan Xing's household registration to my family's household registration book.

After hearing the people around him responded, Liu Qingshan continued: He's surnamed He, you have the guts to say, I still want to sue you, you and Qian Yuzhen are in a de facto marriage, and you want to have another life. Marrying someone else is bigamy, you can try it.

This time, the old party secretary nodded again and again. Although he didn't know what bigamy was, he had already made up his mind: he wouldn't give evidence to this bastard He Jiakang if he was killed.

Liu Qingshan's remarks completely hurt He Jiakang, and his face became hideous: Okay, you forced me, since you are not sympathetic, let's wait and see!

He still didn't believe it. With his current status and his girlfriend's family background, whether he went to the commune or the county, he still couldn't issue a divorce certificate.

Originally, when he married Qian Yuzhen, there was no official registration.

After making up his mind, He Jiakang grabbed the banknotes handed over by Zhang Pole, and was ready to get on the bus.

Beep, beep, a car horn suddenly sounded from behind, attracting everyone's attention.

Today is also an evil one. Jiapigou is a place where cars that are rarely seen all year round are still coming together today.

It was a green Jeep, the kind known as a 212, that pulled over to the edge of the crowd and stopped.

The two middle-aged people who got in and out of the car were very face-to-face. One of them was wearing glasses. Liu Qingshan had such a vague impression that he knew it must be from a certain unit in the county.

The man's eyes swept away, and when he saw Liu Qingshan, the eyes behind the lens also lit up, strode up, and took the initiative to extend his hand:

Comrade Xiao Liu, we meet again. I'm Lao Lu from our county cultural center.

The visitor was very enthusiastic and obviously knew Liu Qingshan, a small hero who had just made great contributions to Bishui County.

Mr. Lu, hello, hello.

Liu Qingshan remembered that when preparing to participate in the Canton Fair, the cultural center was mainly responsible for publicity and had a little contact, but not much, so the impression was not that deep.

After a few greetings, Director Lu explained his intention: Liu, may I ask you Jiapigou, do you have a comrade of high literature?

Liu Qingshan nodded: Yes, it's my eldest brother-in-law.

At the same time, Liu Jinfeng quietly pushed Gao Wenxue, and the latter came over angrily.

Curator Lu immediately looked bright, stepped forward to hold Gao Wenxue's hands, looked up and down, and was quite puzzled: If he didn't wear glasses and looked gentle, would he think he was an ordinary farmer?

However, he said enthusiastically: Comrade Gao Wenxue, I have long admired your name, I have read your masterpieces, and you are indeed a great writer trained by our Bishui County!

Gao Wenxue's anger just now hadn't subsided, he frowned, and asked sternly, What are you looking for from me?

The writer's temper doesn't seem to be very good, doesn't it?

Curator Lu blinked, and quickly understood again in his heart: Writers are the most individual group, understandable, UU reading www. uukanshu.com understands.

So he happily took out a cardboard card, opened it, held it with both hands solemnly, and handed it to Gao Wenxue:

Writer Gao, this is an invitation letter from Harvest Magazine to our county cultural center, inviting you to participate in the literary discussion held at the end of the year.

After speaking, I still felt that I was not too strong, so I added: The standard of this literary seminar is very high. Even in our province, only one or two major writers are invited. Gao Writer, you can do it for us this time. Bishui County wins glory!

Wow!

There was a sudden amazement all around.

The newly arrived Gangzi and Da Fei are also a little confused: the writer, the eldest brother-in-law of Qingshan, isn't he an honest farmer?

Liu Qingshan glanced at Liu Jinfeng and saw that the eldest sister's face was also flushed with excitement, so she leaned up and said meanly: Sister, if you are happy, just shout, no one will laugh at you.

Look for death, Sanfeng!

Liu Jinfeng's beautiful phoenix eyes stood up and pinched Liu Qingshan's ears skillfully, but this time it was only a slight twist, and it didn't hurt at all.

The most shocking was He Jiakang. He stared blankly at Gao Wenxue, but he couldn't see it. How does this guy look like a writer?

Just now, he laughed at Gao Wenxue, and he could only shave food in the soil all his life.

But people are digging and digging, and they have become writers. Is there any reason for this?

It is no wonder that He Jiakang is jealous. In this era, writers have a high status in the minds of ordinary people.

Gao Wenxue also took the invitation letter, read it again, and then turned to look at He Jiakang.

Seeing He Jiakang's heart trembled, his eyes were so scary, like a sword like a sword, like a pen in the hands of a literati, which can also kill people!