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He found an open space and sat down, Liu Qingshan said: "Our vegetables are expected to be on the market before the Spring Festival, so I plan to grow celery, leeks and cucumbers, what do you guys think?"

In terms of food, Zhang Dashuai has more say, he wiped his bald head: "I think it's okay, who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, celery stuffed, hardworking and diligent throughout the year; Hope you have a good time."

This makes sense, and everyone nodded repeatedly: especially in the winter, if you can chew a round of small gherkins, the mouth-filling fragrance will make you greedy just thinking about it.

The old party secretary also agreed, but he was not blindly optimistic: "It's just that the demand for rapeseed is too high, so we have to think of a way."

In the past, each household was basically a self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy. When the vegetables were ripe, they kept some seeds and reused them in the next year.

However, after so many greenhouses were erected, the demand for rapeseed soared. Obviously, relying on the original model was not enough.

"Then let's buy rapeseed. The cooperative has 3000 yuan."

Zhang Ganzi, who was squatting on the ground, muttered.

It's been a long time now, he came back early today, took a shower, and came here for a stroll, holding a branch and digging the ant hole on the ground.

Not to mention, it really made him poke out a few white ant eggs, pick them up, stuff them into his mouth, and bite them.

This thing is slightly sour, and children like to eat it, and it is very nutritious.

In view of the good performance of this eldest nephew recently, the old branch secretary didn't reward him with a pot, but just gave him a look: "3000 yuan is a lot, but I bought so many supplies, I have already spent them all."

The cooperative's plan is to build a plastic greenhouse in each family's large garden first, and there will be nearly [-] of them. On average, the cost of a greenhouse is about [-] yuan.

This is still not buying red bricks, all the walls are built with adobe, otherwise this little money will not be enough.

"What? 3000 yuan, if you say no, it will be gone!"

Zhang Ganzi didn't care about eating ant eggs anymore, he stood up and waved his arms excitedly: "That's 3000 yuan, enough for me to marry several wives!"

This is true. At present, marrying a daughter-in-law in rural areas costs at most 500 yuan.

But without your analogy, Zhang Ganzi is still Zhang Ganzi.

The old party secretary was still the same old party secretary, and when he went up, he knocked on him with two cigarette pipes, and the boy was knocked awake, and squatted there again without saying a word.

"Why don't you guys raise some more money?" The boss uncle proposed a new idea.

The expressions of the people around them all changed involuntarily, and then they shook their heads unanimously: The family really has no money, not even money to cross the river!

The boss uncle also knew the situation of each family. In fact, he even borrowed 100 yuan from Lin Zhi because he sent the two girls to study.

So he also shook his head with a wry smile: "Then let's wait until the food is harvested."

"Don't hurry up."

The old branch secretary reloaded a bag of cigarettes, frowned and said, "It's almost November when the money is paid for the grain sales, and our greenhouses have to start planting in early October."

Well, there is really no way out now.

Everyone was not reconciled, and Da Zhangluo hummed: "The farmers can't afford the seeds, so the unlivable people are suffocated by urine, this is too suffocating!"

A silence followed.

Liu Qingshan has been listening to it for a long time, everyone is talking enthusiastically, he is a junior, he has been unable to get in the mouth.

When he heard the old branch secretary talk about this year's harvest, a memory suddenly flashed in Liu Qingshan's mind, and he couldn't help frowning.

It was Mai Qiuer this year, it rained continuously for more than 20 days, and the wheat began to germinate on the stalks.

Finally, after the weather cleared, the wheat was harvested, but the sprouted wheat was worthless at all, and they were so angry that they were all fed to pigs.

It made everyone lose money completely and suffer unspeakably.

Farming depends on the sky for food, that's it, and there is basically no resistance to natural disasters.

This is not just a village in Jiapigou, the entire Qingshan Commune has been affected by this disaster, and the loss is quite large.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help worrying: this year is not going to be easy, so we have to think of a way, how to get out of this predicament?

Chapter 39 We made it

A penny beats the heroes, this is the perfect description for the young and old in Jiapigou at this moment.

Under the big elm tree, there was silence, and everyone was smoking, helpless.

Liu Qingshan's family still has 1000 yuan, but with this money, he is still planning to buy a shredder and build a shed for the chickens for the winter.

There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Grandpa branch secretary, if you don't have any money, just borrow it."

"Borrowing money to spend, no, no, no, isn't that causing famine? How can one live like this."

When everyone heard it, they all objected in unison. In the countryside, those who borrow money to spend will be said to be unable to make a living and be a prodigal son.

Only Zhang Ganzi stood up to express his support.

This guy usually borrows money from others. Although you get one yuan and another two yuan, although it is not much, it has become a black sheep in the eyes of the villagers.

The old branch secretary also shook his head: "Our money for buying rapeseed is not a small sum, who can I borrow it from?"

"Look for a bank if you need money, we can get a loan."

Liu Qingshan knew that everyone's old ideas had long been ingrained, so he was not in a hurry and spoke in a leisurely manner.

Bank loan?

Isn't the bank a place to save money, can you still borrow money?

Farmers at this time basically never heard the word "loan".

In their simple concept, they must never borrow money. If they borrow money from others, they will panic and always feel unsafe.

After chattering and discussing for a while, Captain Zhang still had a bit of courage: "Just take the loan, and wait for the vegetables in our greenhouse to sell for money, and then repay the loan first!"

The old party secretary knew a little about loans, and it wasn't the usury of the old society. At most, he would give some interest, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

The two committees of the village passed it collectively, so other people's objections would be invalidated, but a new problem came up: what should I do about the loan?

The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, everyone looked at Liu Qingshan: Since you proposed it, then you should be the leader.

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not back down from this kind of thing: "Okay, tomorrow I will go to the county for a run, but one is for private, two are for public, and I have to follow one person."

"Qing Shan, why don't you run with the boss?"

The old branch secretary and Captain Zhang still have to keep an eye on the construction of a greenhouse in the village, and they can't get away.

After the matter was settled like this, Liu Qingshan strolled home and it was time for dinner.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw his elder brother-in-law Gao Wenxue rushing forward, holding a letter in his hand, shaking it vigorously in front of Liu Qingshan excitedly.

Liu Qingshan was almost dizzy from the shaking, he snatched the envelope, glanced at it, and the first thing he saw was the line of words printed on the bottom of the envelope, which was impressively: Harvest Literature Magazine.

He could not help showing a smile on his face: "Brother-in-law, congratulations, you have succeeded!"

Needless to say, it must have been submitted by the eldest brother-in-law!

That is "Harvest", which is the most representative contemporary literary field in the entire country, carrying the dreams of Chinese writers.

The older generation, such as Ba Jin, Lao She, etc., and the younger generation, such as Zhang Kangkang, Yu Hua, Lu Yao, etc., are almost all published on Harvest.

Being able to publish works on Harvest represents a kind of recognition.

How could Liu Qingshan not be proud of Gao Wenxue?

In Gao Wenxue's eyes, a bright brilliance suddenly burst out, as if two flames were burning instantly, grabbing Liu Qingshan's arm.

"Sanfeng, it should be said that we succeeded, succeeded!"

At this moment, all the struggles, all the anguish, all the hard work are gone forever, only the joy of success remains.

From the slight pain in his arm, Liu Qingshan could understand the excitement and ecstasy in his elder brother-in-law's heart, but I'm happy for you, why do you have to bring me with you?

I can't figure it out with this kind of stubbornness.

Liu Qingshan quickly freed his arms: "Brother-in-law, you have successfully taken the first step, continue to move forward step by step, there is no road longer than feet, no mountain higher than people!"

Gao Wenxue was taken aback by what he said, and he touched it carefully for a while, and then he was overjoyed: "Qingshan, what you said is good. This sentence will be the motto of our pseudonym Gaoshan from now on!"

I'm just saying that casually, okay?

Liu Qingshan was a little speechless, so he quickly changed the subject: "Eldest sister, it's such a big happy event, why don't you make something delicious for dinner, and celebrate brother-in-law well."

Liu Jinfeng's pretty face was also full of joy, she was not an illiterate rural woman, she was also a literary youth, otherwise, she would not have fallen in love with Gao Xuexue.

Even as the elder sister, her mother was in poor health, she took on too much housework, and had to take care of her younger siblings, which delayed her studies and failed her high school entrance exam.

There was a smile in her eyes, but she tried to put on an angry look: "Literature, why didn't you tell me earlier, such a big happy event, you still kept it from me, you..."

Gao Wenxue held his wife's hand excitedly again: "Jinfeng, of course you must be the first to tell Qingshan about writing matters. Don't worry, I will definitely be the first to tell you about other matters."

"You are the elm head."

Liu Jinfeng wanted to knock her husband's head, but when her finger landed, it turned into helping Gao Wenxue to tidy up his messy hair, and she pursed her lips and laughed secretly.

As a result, I heard my younger brother yelling: "Sister, fry some peanuts, fry an egg, and fry a plate of clam meat that I brought back in the afternoon, and call my grandparents to celebrate with my brother-in-law."

The last time I held a wedding, there were some peanuts left at home, as well as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and even a few catties of pork, even the fat and thin ones, were cut into thin slices, fried in a pan, and then added some more Salt, put it in a jar and seal it, it can be eaten for several days.

After all, there is no refrigerator at home now.

Well, it's time to celebrate. Liu Jinfeng happily went to work with Lin Zhi. He also cut up some salted duck eggs, went to the garden to pick some big peppers, and fried them with meat until they were delicious.

Xiao Caifeng had already called her grandparents from the east courtyard, and the family sat around the dinner table and had another meal.

Liu Shikui picked up a few slices of meat for Caifeng and Shanxing, and then held the small wine cup with a smile: "Literature, congratulations, keep up the good work."

"Thank you grandpa!"

Gao Wenxue held the wine cup in both hands, drank it all in one gulp, and then coughed from choking.

As a result, Liu Jinfeng kept groping his back for him, and complained distressedly: "If you can't drink, please slow down."

After speaking, he glared at Liu Qingshan again: "Sanfenger, you are not allowed to drink!"

Liu Qingshan could only put down his wine glass in embarrassment, he was young and had no human rights.

"Haha, it's okay, I'm happy today, Sanfeng will make an exception and have a drink."

The old man spoke, of course no one dared to object.

Grandma also chimed in with a smile, "When Sanfeng was young, before he was one year old, his grandfather would dip his chopsticks in wine and put some on his tongue. It was so hot that he wrinkled his nose and stared at his eyes."

At the dinner table, there was a burst of happy laughter.

As a result, after three cups of wine, Gao Wenxue lay down on the kang blushing and sleeping soundly.

Liu Jinfeng wiped his face with a wet towel, lovingly stroking her husband's thin face with her fingertips. She could understand the tremendous pressure on his heart.

If you can't achieve success on the road of writing, your husband can't farm, can't make a living, and writing has no way out, then you can't achieve high and low, and you can imagine the inner pressure.

Now it's finally healed, finally looking forward to hope, all the pressure has been released, and most of it will be converted into motivation, encouraging him to move on.

What a day!

After drinking a few cups with his grandfather, Liu Qingshan went around the village again, and when he came back, he had a small bag in his hand, which contained some good things.

They are all local specialties, milky yellow wood frog oil, which is a great tonic, especially for women; there are also a few taels of velvet antler, which is the favorite of men; in addition, there are some monkey head fungus and the like Mountain goods.

Since I'm going to the county, let's run around to sell it.

Here, the villagers don't take these things as good things, and they are still struggling to fill their stomachs.

But in county towns and big cities, there will always be a small group of people who get rich first, who need these things.

In an era when the supply and demand chain is still very imperfect, whoever can get out of the way first means that wealth will roll in.

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Early the next morning, Liu Qingshan and the boss uncle got on their bicycles and set off.

Before I had ridden two miles, I saw a brisk little donkey cart running in front of me, rattling, and running happily.

It was Zhang Pole who went to the city to pick up dung. He glanced back and shouted: "Come on, put the bicycle on it, and it will save you effort as my donkey cart."

The strong smell in the air almost made the two of them spit out their breakfast.

Liu Qingshan stomped a few times and rushed to the front of the donkey cart: "Uncle Ganzi, why don't you wear a mask, don't you feel panicked?"

"I'm used to it."

Zhang Ganzi brandished the small whip, and with a snap, he slapped the whip in mid-air.

"Then let's go first."

Uncle Boss also kicked violently, but Zhang Ganzi was on his way alone and was lonely. He was looking for someone to chat with, so he also frequently waved the small whip.