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"Okay!" Liu Qingshan slammed the table.

The little fourth child, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, swinging back and forth with his legs dangling, was startled by his elder brother. He then reacted and jumped to the ground:

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

Liu Qingshan was very happy: "Okay, for the style, she will also have pigtails all over her head."

Hmm, hmm, hmm, the little fourth child nodded his head.

Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but hug her in her arms and rubbed the little fourth child's head hard.

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

If the ancient Chinese mythology system can be integrated into it, it can indeed play a good propaganda role.

You know, the Chinese mythology system is the most complex and colorful, and there are too many branches that can be extended.

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

Until after dinner, they, big and small, were still studying together, and the general framework was established.

However, if they really want to start writing, Zheng Xiaoxiao has to go back to the school library to check the information in detail.

There is still a lot of work to be done to create a brand new magic system, and it is not as simple as Balabala Little Magic Fairy.

In the evening, Zhang Xiaozhong came to Liu Qingshan's house for a stroll, and saw that Liu Qingshan was busy studying the story, so he didn't bother to disturb him.

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

And that night, the big reporter Lin Zizhou from the People's Daily who they were waiting for finally came to Jiapigou, which also marked that reporters at all levels of the country, province, and city were all here, and the Jiapigou Literature Award could be officially awarded tomorrow.

When he heard that Lin Zizhou was coming, Liu Qingshan immediately went out to greet him, and of course Zheng Xiaoxiao, because Lin the reporter was her sister-in-law's elder, and also her elder.

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

Because Liu Qingshan told him on the phone that Jiapigou has become a 200,000 yuan village this year, otherwise, he, the deputy editor-in-chief, would not come in person.

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

"Reporter Lin, let's go to my house first. I'm steaming bean curd at home." Zhang Ganzi pulled Lin Zizhou's arm in a very familiar way.

Of course, his little thoughts can't be hidden from everyone. After all, who doesn't want to show his face in the newspaper, even if it's just a name, it's good, and you can brag about it for a few years.

So Da Zhang Luo grabbed Lin Zizhou's other arm and said, "Let's go to my house first. I know you're coming, so I've been saving blood sausage for you. It's a big blood sausage stuffed with pig intestines. It's so delicious."

After saying that, he didn't forget to belittle Zhang Ganzi: "The bean curd in your house is edible. It smells like pig sweat and mud, and you can even pick out pig hair in it."

The people who came with Lin Zizhou were a little stunned: this fellow villager is too enthusiastic!

Lin Zizhou was very calm: "Everyone is very nice. I haven't seen you for a year. I really want to eat sticky bean curd and pig-killing dishes. Let me go to Qingshan's house first, and then go to each family for interviews."

Okay, okay, everyone let go, surrounded a few people, and walked towards Liu Qingshan's house together.

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

"Reporter Lin, you are familiar with the place. This time we will follow you to eat delicious food 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 to greet them.

Liu Qingshan walked up to them and was also stunned for a moment. He saw that there were several people following Lin Zizhou.

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

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands. Seeing that writer Shu was also mixed in this group of people, he guessed a little bit about their background. It is estimated that these people are all in the cultural circle.

This is not bad. Although he did not intend to really make the Jiapigou Literature Award a big success, wouldn't it be better if it could be recognized by more people? 7K妏婩

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

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

Liu Qingshan shook hands with the other party enthusiastically, but he didn't seem to have much impression of this teacher Zhou.

Writer Shu added: "Teacher Zhou is here on behalf of his father, Mr. Zhou, the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

Understanding, Liu Qingshan hurriedly said: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your concern for our small award."

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

Liu Qingshan knew that it must be Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu who mediated, and he kept this favor in his heart.

After everyone finished greeting, they walked towards Liu Qingshan's house together. The remaining villagers said hello to Lin Zizhou and then dispersed.

Because they were entertaining cultural people, Liu Qingshan did not go to the old house, but asked everyone to go to the new house in the west courtyard, where the living room was 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 it exudes a natural breath in its simplicity. For a moment, with the knowledge of these intellectuals, they couldn't tell what kind of wood it was made of.

This is the amber wood table that Liu Qingshan brought 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 but be secretly surprised.

The small living room of more than 30 square meters is decorated very quaintly and elegantly: on the windowsill on the south side, several Clivias stretch out their slender leaves, and one of them is blooming bright red flowers.

On the east wall facing the door, there is a huge landscape painting with light and dark colors. As soon as you enter the door, you can feel the momentum coming towards you.

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

"Qingshan, your house is amazing." Shu writer praised.

Teacher Zhou walked up to the splash-color landscape painting and said, "This one has some of the style of Mr. Daqian. Hey, this is really the work of a master. It's rare."

He usually likes calligraphy and painting the most. Because of his father, he has seen a lot. Once he saw the inscriptions and seals on it, he was sure that it was an authentic work.

"It is indeed the greatest Daqian in the past five hundred years!" Writer Shu also praised it.

Writer Shu's mother once studied under Master Baishi, so he also loves calligraphy and painting very much.

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

Everyone looked back and saw two cute little girls, one holding a teapot and the other putting tea cups on the table.

There was also a younger one following behind, holding a snow-white little monkey in her hand.

The little white monkey was not very honest. He jumped onto the chair and tried to help Shanxing get the tea cup.

Xiao Liuzi quickly held it in his arms and poked its little head: "Xiaobai, don't break my senior brother's cup."

Everyone smiled and sat down at the table again.

Xiao Laosi poured tea, Shanxing handed the teacups one by one, saying: "This is the medicinal tea prepared by the dumb grandfather, please taste it, uncles and aunts."

"Haha, Qingshan, your sisters are really sensible, hey, this teacup..."

Teacher Zhou was praising it, and his eyes were attracted by the blue and white teacup. He wanted to see the inscription on the bottom of the cup, but the tea inside was too hot and he couldn't drink it for a while, so he was very anxious.

After finally finishing the tea, Teacher Zhou quickly turned over the teacup. Sure enough, there was a handwritten inscription on the bottom of the cup: Made in the Guangxu Period of the Qing Dynasty.

Teacher Zhou played with the cup in his hand for a while: "It's a pity that it's from Guangxu. If it was from the official kiln of the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty, it would be even more rare."

The others were also shocked. Shu shook his head: "Qingshan, you really are willing to use this to drink tea?"

Lin Zizhou also laughed: "And Xiaobai, aren't you afraid that it will make things worse by being clumsy?"

Liu Qingshan smiled but said nothing. This set of tea sets is the worst one in his collection, so he took it out to entertain guests.

At this time, the fourth child suddenly interrupted: "Hehe, these tea cups and tea bowls, my brother still has more than a dozen sets."

Really? Everyone was a little unconvinced, thinking that the child was talking nonsense.

Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal: "Everyone, drink tea. This tea set is used to drink tea, which is the best use of it."

After hearing what he said, everyone calmed down and sipped it slowly. It's true that this medicinal tea tastes unique.

Soon, Zheng Xiaoxiao invited Lu Writer, Gao Wenxue, and Senior Brother Hai.

The literati, a cup of tea, and a few small talk were 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 county and township leaders, almost all the villagers of Jiapigou, young and old, were present.

Liu Qingshan hosted the award ceremony, and there were not so many fancy things:

The first item was naturally to raise the national flag and play the national anthem, which was a must.

The two little kids, Xiao Laosi and Shanxing, slowly raised the five-star red flag, and the little kids in the village saluted.

Those snotty kids who had not yet gone to school also raised their hands, but their postures were not quite right.

Then the old branch secretary announced the winners of the second Jiapigou Literature Award.

The branch secretary grandfather wore reading glasses and a straight cadre uniform, and walked to the podium in front of the national flag without panic.

Er Biaozi in the audience quickly raised his camera and took pictures with the reporters.

The old branch secretary nodded to the audience first, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket in a serious manner:

"Let me announce that the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award is..."

The old branch secretary suddenly remembered that Qingshan told him yesterday how to pronounce the word "Cha" in "Chacha" as a surname, but he forgot it.

Shanxing, who was standing under the flagpole, saw that the branch secretary was stuck and guessed what was going on, so he quickly whispered behind him: "Branch Secretary, it's Cha, which has the same pronunciation as the word "袁" in " Prick the drill."

"Yes, the winner is Comrade Cha Haisheng, everyone welcome!"

The old branch secretary led the applause, and he completed his mission not very successfully.

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

The old branch secretary began to read a long list of names again, all of which were shopkeepers from various households, and these were all members of the jury.

The villagers actually came here just to listen to this, and when someone’s name was read, they clapped their hands.

As a result, the names of the winners were read out in a few seconds, but the judges read out the names for several minutes, so they were considered sponsors.

When the old branch secretary finally finished reading the list, Brother Hai walked onto the cement podium amid the warm applause of the crowd.

He was still dressed the same way, with long hair and beard that had not been cut.

His face was still flushed with shyness, and he bowed hard, saying thank you repeatedly.

When the applause died down, Liu Qingshan continued to host the award ceremony:

"Next, please ask Mr. Zhou from the Writers Association to present the certificate to the winner, please ask Writer Shu to present the commemorative medal to the winner, and please ask Reporter Lin to present the prize money to the winner!"

On the playground, warm applause rang out again, especially those little kids, who clapped their hands until they were red: certificate!

The guests were staring at the commemorative medal placed on the small tray in a daze. It was engraved with a golden Qingshan dragon, golden.

Teacher Zhou, Shu Zuojia, and Lin Zizhou walked up to the podium one by one. As a result, Brother Hai's hands were a little too busy to handle both the certificate and the medal.

Fortunately, Xiao Lao Si and Shan Xing behind him were considerate and came to Brother Hai. The two little girls helped him carry the big certificate embedded in the glass frame.

Brother Hai held the medal in his hand, and it felt heavy, really heavy!

Not because it was made of gold, but because it represented the simple villagers of Jiapigou, each of whom had a heart of gold.

Even Shu Zuojia, who was presenting the medal, was a little envious of this heavy honor.

After shaking hands with Brother Hai and taking photos one by one, Lin Zizhou held the small passbook in both hands and handed it to Brother Hai, and said congratulations.

"Thank you, thank you everyone, thank you Jiapigou villagers, I am also a farmer's son, and I also love this land."

Brother Hai's eyes were a little wet.

A few days ago, when Liu Qingshan went to the school to find him, Brother Hai didn't dare to believe it completely.

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

The whole audience gave warm applause again, and the villagers below did not forget to take the opportunity to educate their children: study hard and win awards in the future.

"Next, please let the winners give their speeches!" Liu Qingshan's voice began to rise.

Brother Hai held the medal in one hand and the passbook in the other: "I am a little excited now, and I don't know how to express my feelings at the moment, so I will 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 lovers finally get married"

"May you find happiness in the world"

"May we face the sea and the spring flowers bloom!"

Such simple poems can still be understood by the villagers, and all of them gave the warmest applause.

Liu Qingshan also clapped his hands with satisfaction. He could feel that Brother Hai's heart was indeed sublimated.

A few lines of poetry, only the last line, slightly changed a few words, but it represents a completely different state of mind.

The original line of the poem is: I only wish to face the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

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

Just like Du Fu's "I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter the poor people in the world and make them happy", the greater the poet's mind, the higher his achievements will be.

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 is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim bloody rain.

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

The bustling streets in the past 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 is left, which cannot be distinguished from each other and is shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is 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 has long been soaked into wet red, full of gloomy weirdness.

The cloudy eyes seemed to have some resentment, and he looked at the mottled stones in front of him alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a damaged 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, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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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 occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement will cause it to take off instantly.

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

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