Goldfinger is a bit strange

Ten thousand yuan per family?

The people who followed Liu Qingshan to this small mountain village were shocked.

Nowadays, households with 10,000 yuan in rural areas are quite rare. How many households with 10,000 yuan do you have to donate?

Xu Changsheng grabbed Xiao Laosi and said, "Fourth sister, how many households are there in your village?"

The little old man tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, then clasped his fingers and said:

"If you include Shan Xing, Mute Grandpa, Brother Tiezhu, and Teacher Liu Ying, there will be exactly forty households!"

Forty households would have to donate four hundred thousand!

Even the tape queen found it a bit unbelievable. She had already thought about donating 10,000 yuan from the company's distribution in the past few days.

"Don't forget, everyone, this is the famous One Hundred Thousand Yuan Village." Wei Bing knew some details and reminded him.

Everyone has heard of the 100,000 Yuan Village, but in their opinion, it should be more publicity. It would be good if it could reach the 10,000 Yuan Village at most.

Therefore, these people all looked at Liu Qingshan. After all, this is the boss's hometown and he knows the situation best.

In fact, Liu Qingshan was also a little shocked. Of course he knew that as a veteran of Jiapigou, it was not impossible for each family to donate 10,000 yuan.

The key is, are everyone really willing to let it go?

Gazing across the plain faces around them, everyone seemed happy, and no one seemed to object to what the old party secretary said.

"Come on, let's collect the money, 10,000 yuan for each family, go home and get your bankbook!"

Da Zhangluo raised his voice and started to talk.

Then the crowd cheered and dispersed.

Liu Qingshan grabbed the little boy and said, "Why are you running away?"

"Brother, Shan Xing and I are going home to get our bankbooks." Xiao Laosi responded, freed himself from his brother's hand, then took Lao Wu's hand and ran away.

Liu Qingshan had the feeling that his child had grown up and was out of control. Looking at the two little girls, they seemed to have grown a lot.

So he waved his hand: "Let's go and have a look at my house first. It seems that we can't put it down. Let's go to the team headquarters first. It's very cold outside."

The further the army walked to the west of the village, the more surprised they were: the mud and thatched houses gradually turned into spacious brick and tile houses, neatly arranged in rows and rows.

Liu Qingshan was also surprised to find that the team headquarters had been expanded and two large new houses had been built. There were long wooden signs hanging on the doors. There were activity rooms, conference rooms, and guest houses, all of which were presentable. of.

The old party secretary led everyone into the conference room, which could hold more than a hundred people. All the tables and chairs were newly made.

After asking everyone to sit down, half of the boys poured boiling water for them.

Everyone was indeed a little cold, so they held the white porcelain tea cups in their hands and began to drink.

"What kind of tea is this?" someone asked in surprise.

"This is herbal tea produced by our pharmaceutical factory. Everyone has an empty stomach. Drink a small amount first to warm your stomach."

The old branch secretary was explaining next to him, and then asked a boy: "Whose family is killing the pig today?"

"Zhang Bizi's family."

"Okay, let's eat at their house. Let's eat pig meat in the evening!" The old party secretary directly arranged the meals.

The half-grown boy was also smart: "I'll go tell Brother Piaozi."

After saying that, he ran away.

In the conference room, the three elders in the village were ready: the old branch secretary was holding a pen, preparing to take names; the boss was holding a yellow schoolbag in his arms, preparing to collect money; Captain Zhang was mainly supervising from the side.

These outsiders were all wondering: It looks so formal, are you really planning to collect money?

After a while, villagers entered the house one after another, and a loud voice sounded: "I come first!"

I saw an energetic old man, wearing a green military uniform and leaning on a cane, limping over and placing a bankbook on the table.

Captain Zhang opened his bankbook and looked at it: "Uncle Kidnapper, ten thousand yuan."

A smile appeared on Grandpa Guaizi's face, and he banged his cane on the ground: "This money is spent with a bright heart!"

Click, Er Biaozi held the camera in his hand and took a photo of this memorable moment.

Ever since Liu Qingshan went to school, Er Biaozi became his successor.

Real or fake?

A few young people still didn't believe it, so they went up to look at the bankbook and carefully counted the string of zeros. It was indeed 10,000 yuan.

"It's from my family, it's from my family!" Zhang Zhanzi ran in quickly and slapped the two bankbooks on the table.

Captain Zhang opened it and took a look: "Two five thousand yuan, Zhang pole, ten thousand yuan."

The young men next to them also stretched their necks to take a look, and found that the total was indeed ten thousand.

After handing over his bankbook, Zhang Gangzi rubbed his hands: "Qingshan, why didn't you invite the reporter to Nirvana? I haven't been in the newspaper for a year."

The old party secretary was furious: "If you shine from a distance, you'll see that your motives are impure. Hurry up and feed the pigs!"

Liu Qingshan blinked: "We have a donation method like Jiapigou, it would be strange if it didn't appear in the newspapers."

"That's good, that's good. When the time comes, will the interviews be conducted in the order of donations?"

Zhang Gangzi was talking in a white tone with his eyebrows flying, when his second uncle kicked him in the butt, and he ran away to feed the pigs.

The villagers donated money one by one, which was really 10,000 yuan. The outsiders who came with Liu Qingshan all believed it now.

Everyone looked at each other with complicated expressions, including surprise, admiration, and thinking.

Amao finally couldn't help it, and caught a donor asking: "Uncle, don't you feel bad for donating so much money?"

The person she asked was Zhang Laoer. He said slowly: "I feel bad. Why don't you feel bad?"

"Then why are you still donating?" A Mao was even more confused.

Zhang Laonian chuckled twice: "It's the same as when other people have a wedding, we go to give gifts. That sports meeting is equivalent to a big national wedding, so we should give gifts."

A Mao was confused: Isn't your gift too big?

She caught another person to ask, it was Zhang Piezi's father, the old man didn't say anything:

"We in Jiapigou have had a good life in the past two years. We have some spare money. If the country needs money, of course we have to help. Even if it's a neighbor who needs money in trouble, don't we have to help?"

She asked several people, each one was more honest than the other, and no one was high-sounding.

But the real money was all taken out.

"Girl, don't ask, this money must be taken voluntarily by everyone, no one forced." The old secretary said happily.

"That's not what I mean, I just feel a little strange..." A Mao waved his hands repeatedly.

The old branch secretary could guess what she was wondering about, so he puffed on his pipe and said:

"Girl, if it was a few years ago, we wouldn't have been able to donate so much money. We were poor back then, and we know how it feels to be poor. It's really hard."

"In recent years, the national policies have improved, and life has become better. We can't forget our roots. This is what we rural people think."

This is true, everyone nodded, and respect surged in their hearts. Looking at these simple villagers, they suddenly felt so cute.

"You still have money, otherwise you can't donate so much." Gao Lingfeng knows what it feels like to be short of money, and you can't even see a doctor, so he feels it the most.

This is of course a necessary prerequisite. This small mountain village is indeed rich.

At this time, Lao Si and Lao Wu came in hand in hand: "Grandpa, branch secretary, this is our donation!"

The captain uncle took a passbook from Shan Xing: "20,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan each for you two little guys?"

After saying that, he touched Lao Si's head: "You don't count, your mother will definitely come to donate later."

Shan Xing's little face showed two dimples: "Captain uncle, I didn't find a passbook with 10,000 yuan, so I took this, and you still need to change me 10,000 yuan."

A burst of laughter immediately rang out in the room, and Sister Zhang opened her arms: "Lao Wu, you are so cute, come, sister hug you."

She is careless, but someone is careful, and A Mao also came up: "Lao Wu, you, where did you get so much money?"

Ten thousand yuan, anyway, A Mao can't take it out now.

The little Lao Si's little mouth started to chatter: "Shan Xing has dividends in the cooperative, and the advertising company also has dividends. I have saved tens of thousands of yuan now."

Wow!

Everyone exclaimed: It's amazing, the children have become millionaires?

"There is also an advertising company, which one?" A-Mao was completely convinced.

"Qingshan Advertising." The little face of the fourth child was full of pride.

Qingshan Advertising Company was reported in the newspaper some time ago, reporting that it had undertaken the advertising for the Seoul Olympics. It was unexpected that the company's boss was here.

A-Mao, who was hit hard, kept silent. The others were similar, and they all thought that this small mountain village was really amazing.

"Mom!"

"Grandpa!" Liu Qingshan saw his mother and grandfather come in and hurried to greet them. He hadn't even had time to go home yet.

Liu Shikui looked at his eldest grandson happily: "You're back, with so many friends, let's go home and prepare dinner."

"Grandpa, no need, we'll go to Piezi's house to eat the pig-killing dishes later." Liu Qingshan hadn't seen his mother and grandfather for several months.

It felt like they were getting younger and younger, and he was very relieved.

Lin Zhi stepped forward and took out several passbooks and put them on the table: "In addition to ours, there are also one for Jinfeng and Wenxue, one for Hongying's family, one for Uncle Dumb, and one for Lu the writer; Mr. Huang, who came to visit relatives from Hong Kong Island, also wants to express his feelings."

"Okay, we don't treat Brother Huang as an outsider. We will take this money and tell Brother Huang that he will treat our Jiapigou as his own home in the future."

The old branch secretary was even happier. Since Huang Shuwen came to Jiapigou, he has been getting along well with the elders in the village.

And today's donation has won everyone's respect.

At this time, Captain Zhang interrupted and said: "Jinfeng and Wenxue, and Hongying, don't have to pay separately, right?"

There are many such cases in the village. Children who have started a family and have been separated also pay a share.

Lin Zhi smiled and waved her hands: "They volunteered, and it was all out of their heart."

Others couldn't say anything more, because everyone knew that Liu Jinfeng and Yang Hongying were both in charge of the factory, and they didn't need the 10,000 yuan.

Liu Qingshan's family alone took out six or seven donations at once, but some couldn't.

Seeing that everyone had donated, Wei Tiezhu and the three teachers of the village primary school, Liu Ying, Wang Jun, and Tian Jing, came up together, feeling a little embarrassed, and their faces were red and their necks were thick.

Teacher Liu Ying said: "Secretary, we can't take out 10,000 yuan now, can we buy it on credit first?"

Everyone was also surprised to hear this: donations can be bought on credit?

The old secretary was thoughtful and considered the problem more comprehensively, and said happily: wWw.7

"You are all new to our cooperative, and you have never participated in dividends. You don't have so much money on hand, so the cooperative will cover it first."

The few people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Secretary, please pay my share first." Lu Xiaolong also came over with a smile.

The old branch secretary glared: "Hasn't your bonus from the pharmaceutical factory been paid out?"

"Hey, I bought a jeep, and I still owe Gao Feng 5,000 yuan." Lv Xiaolong was still smiling and frivolous.

However, his behavior was quite serious. He donated 10,000 yuan while laughing.

Liu Qingshan looked a little puzzled, so he asked: "Grandpa branch secretary, it's almost the New Year, and last year's dividends haven't been settled yet?"

Then he saw all the villagers in the room looking at him, and Captain Zhang laughed: "We're waiting for you to come back. Everyone said that Qingshan must come back before we can share the money."

Liu Qingshan was sweating, and he was even more moved: "I might go abroad to study next year, so the dividends will be distributed normally in the future."

"Qingshan, you want to go abroad too, great, great, you have a promising future!" Everyone praised him when they heard it.

Liu Qingshan waved his hands quickly: "It's not even a start yet, let's finish the donations, let's go eat."

At this time, Zhang Ganzi's head poked in from outside the door: "When will the reporters come?"

After feeding the pigs, he was still thinking about this matter, so he came back again.

"Uncle Ganzi, don't worry, such a big thing, there will definitely be reporters to interview." Liu Qingshan stuffed a reassurance pill into his mouth.

A small mountain village donated more than 400,000 yuan, which is definitely a heavy news that can be published in the People's Daily.

Especially when it happened to the famous 100,000 yuan village, getting rich without forgetting the country, what a good positive topic.

Liu Qingshan could foresee that Jiapigou would definitely be popular again.

There were dozens of people on their side, and they went to Zhang Piezi's house in a mighty manner.

At first, everyone was a little worried. Zhang Pengfei poked Liu Qingshan: "Old Four, can they accommodate so many of us?"

If it was the house that Zhang Piezi had added, it would definitely not be able to accommodate them, but his family had already moved into the new house, which had five large tiled houses in a row and eight tables.

The eldest Zhang Chunxiao led his wife and greeted them at the door with a smile. Zhang Piezi stood next to him. He was also on vacation.

Liu Qingshan greeted them and let the people behind him enter the house without introducing them one by one.

"Those who can sit cross-legged can go to the kang. It's warm!" Zhang Luo, the eldest, had already started shouting. A total of five tables were reserved for their group, which was enough.

Everyone sat down lively, and then the dishes were served. Among them, more than half of them had never eaten pig-killing dishes.

The pork with three layers of streaky pork was greasy and fragrant.

It was just that the blood sausage looked a little dizzy. It felt bloody and I didn't dare to pick up my chopsticks.

"Try this blood sausage, it's smooth and tender, and tastes great. If you don't dare to eat it, just close your eyes and eat it." Liu Qingshan introduced it to everyone.

Some people were really obedient, Xiao Dengzi and A Mao, both closed their eyes and stuffed the blood sausage into their mouths: "Well, not bad, it tastes better than egg custard!"

After hearing what they said, everyone opened their cheeks and ate it boldly.

"Eat big pieces of meat and drink big bowls of wine, it's still this real!" Zhang Pengfei likes this feeling the most, and praises while eating.

Song Xue and other girls usually don't eat much fatty meat, but today they also ate a few slices and shouted that it was delicious.

If you are a little tired of eating, drink a bowl of sauerkraut soup, which is hot and removes the greasiness.

In addition to the pig-killing dishes, a few plates of green vegetables were fried for these guests: fried eggs with leeks, and large rice noodles, the cucumber inside exudes a fresh fragrance.

In this winter, you may not be able to eat such fresh vegetables in the city.

As they ate, they admired in their hearts: This is the strength of the Ten Thousand Yuan Village.

Suddenly, they heard a cheer from the next room.

After asking, they learned that after the meal, the cooperative's dividend meeting would be held.

Everyone looked at each other, and then nodded together: We have to go and see this anyway.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that were once bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was deeply stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment left, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, with tattered and dirty clothes, and a torn leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close. Download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free. But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink his eyes, staring coldly at the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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