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In fact, Gao Wenxue finished the first draft a few days ago, but he has never figured out a proper name.

Until I heard the word "longing" that came out of Liu Qingshan's mouth just now, I immediately felt that it was very appropriate: from longing to cultivation, and from cultivation to harvest, isn't this a trilogy?

"Brother-in-law, let me read it too."

Liu Yinfeng also excitedly followed Liu Qingshan to Gao Wenxue's small study.

Gao Wenxue took out a cardboard box, and inside it was a book of thick manuscript paper.

Unscrewing the pen, Gao Wenxue wrote two large characters on the top: Desire!

Looking at the one-foot-high manuscript paper, Liu Qingshan nodded: It's a big tome, but I don't know what the content is like, and whether it can reach the level of an ordinary world.

Sitting down at the desk, Liu Qingshan took the opening chapter handed over by Gao Wenxue, read it, and soon immersed himself in the story.

The story begins in [-], using the black land as the blueprint, and tells the story of Xiao Shanzi, an ordinary rural youth, struggling with his peers in the tide of the era of change.

They suffer from poverty, they yearn for friendship, love, and a happy life...

After Liu Qingshan finished reading a manuscript, he was picked up by Liu Yinfeng next to him.

In this way, until the evening, Liu Qingshan only watched most of it.

Closing his eyes, he gently rubbed his eye sockets, his mind was still full of characters and stories in the book, intertwining and changing constantly.

"Sanfeng, what do you think?"

Gao Wenxue stared at Liu Qingshan nervously.

Liu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of deep desire: "Brother-in-law, I think this book has a chance to win the Mao Dun Literature Award."

Chapter 415 This state is already a bit crazy

Gao Wenxue's body also trembled slightly because of Liu Qingshan's words: The highest award in Chinese literature at present is the Mao Dun Literature Award, which is the pursuit of every writer, and he is of course no exception.

He knew that up to now, this award has been held for two sessions, and the selection is held every three years.

Each of the award-winning novels is extremely important. Can he stand shoulder to shoulder with those great writers?

Liu Qingshan saw that Gao Wenxue's confidence was a bit lacking, and said encouragingly: "From this novel, I can see the deep love for this land."

"Seeing people in this land who are full of desire and who can use their hands to work hard to change their lives."

"Such a realistic theme is destined to leave a glorious page in the history of literature."

Liu Qingshan gave a very high evaluation. From the perspective of a person who has been there, the longing of the eldest brother-in-law is no less than that of the ordinary world.

Gao Wenxue also gradually calmed down from the excitement: "Sanfeng, I believe in you. In fact, the prototype of the character in this novel is you."

And this kind of operation?

Liu Qingshan recalled the plot in the novel, he really had a bit of him, so he could only smile and shake his head.

"Sanfeng, then tell me, what other aspects need to be revised?"

Gao Wenxue assumed the posture of wanting to talk by candlelight at night.

Liu Qingshan did have a lot of ideas to say, and Liu Yinfeng also made some additions.

The more the three chatted, the more interested they became, until Dongfang turned pale, then they looked at each other and laughed, went back to their rooms, and fell asleep.

In the following time, Gao Wenxue entered the state of immersing himself in creation and revision. Except for eating, sleeping and necessary physiological activities, the rest of the time was devoted to creation.

This state is already a bit crazy.

Liu Qingshan took a look, and quickly told his mother in private: "The nutrition of the elder brother-in-law must be kept up."

He knows the hardships of creation, which can really kill people, just like Lu Yao, who died young after writing the ordinary world.

Just one book drained all of his painstaking efforts, and every word and every word was condensed with blood.

The mother-in-law also feels sorry for her son-in-law. These days, Jinfeng has gone abroad, and Linzhi will provide three meals a day.

A big bowl of milk in the morning, usually eggs and lean meat, plus fresh vegetables and wild vegetables, enough nutrition.

Under Liu Qingshan's instruction, after dinner, Lin Zhi would drive Gao Wenxue out and take a stroll outside the village.

Even if Gao Wenxue didn't want to go out again, he still had to listen to his mother-in-law.

Seeing that the eldest brother-in-law's life is quite regular, Liu Qingshan felt relieved, counted the days, and sent the second sister to the capital.

On the morning of departure, all the old and young in Jiapigou were sent out of the village entrance.

The villagers were so kind and exhorting, and the children were all envious. In their minds, Sister Yinfeng was a role model for them to strive to catch up with.

"Everyone go back, even if I am in a foreign country, I will still miss my fellow villagers." Liu Yinfeng also looked a little excited, waving goodbye to people.

"Erfeng, don't embarrass us Chinese people when you are abroad."

The old party secretary also waved his skinny palm.

"Erfeng, don't forget to come back and serve the motherland!"

This is the exhortation of Grandpa Kidnap.

Liu Yinfeng's eyes were moist: "Don't worry, no matter where I am, I will always be a Chinese!"

And the fourth and fifth children also waved their little hands with tears in their eyes: "Second sister, you must come back during the Chinese New Year!"

Watching the eldest brother and second sister get into the car, the tears of the two little ones finally dripped down.

Shan Xing suddenly opened her mouth and sang: "My ancestors have already branded everything about me with the seal of Hua Guo..."

After driving all the way to the county seat, Liu Yinfeng's mood calmed down.

It was Lu Xiaolong who drove them off, and it was only at this time that he began to talk happily: "Sister Yinfeng, if I can go to the United States sometime, it will be worth it."

Liu Qingshan knocked him on the head: "The country of America is not a paradise, it's just a paradise for the rich."

Lu Xiaolong touched the back of his head: "Then I'd better try to become a rich man first."

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In an old alley in the capital, there was the sound of small drums, and the old hat rode three wheels through the narrow alley. The wheels ran over the mottled stone road, as if walking through a distant historical picture.

Uncle Lu sat on the tricycle, held a snare drum in his hand, tapped lightly twice from time to time, and yelled: "Get old things——"

In the former capital city, there was a business of collecting second-hand goods, called playing small drums, which was similar to them now.

"Drummer, I have a pot at home, do you want to take it?"

From the gate of a large courtyard, an old lady walked out and led two people into the courtyard.

"Old sister, you should keep the pickled sauce in this jar."

Without Master Lu's attention, Old Maoer put the pickle jar back.

The old lady suddenly became unhappy: "Look at your wrinkled face, who do you call sister!"

The old hat laughed twice, and was about to leave, but was stabbed by Uncle Lu, who pointed quietly at the corner of the wall.

Seeing the pile of broken bricks and tiles there, Old Mao'er's eyes lit up: "Whose tiles belong to?"

"It's a string of public house repairs."

The old lady glanced at her and said casually.

"Then we'll give you fifty cents. The house at home is a little leaky, and I'm thinking of picking something to go back and make up for it."

Old Mao'er took out a few ten-cent notes from his pocket and handed them to the old lady.

The old lady immediately beamed with joy and helped them load the car.

When they got out of the alley, Uncle Lu and Lao Maoer looked at each other and smiled, and threw away the useless bricks, leaving intact tiles and tiles.

"These tiles are good, and they are beautifully carved."

Master Lu picked up a tile and praised it.

The so-called tiles are the round tiles used to cover the front of the eave tiles, which play the role of decoration and protection.

Two people rode tricycles and transported these roof tiles to Shijia Hutong, the old house of Liu Qingshan's grandma.

Here, a lot of construction materials have been piled up, and they brought them back bit by bit every day.

There are bricks and tiles, as well as some carved and dilapidated doors and windows.

The biggest ones are the two drum-shaped stone gates, and the carvings on them are also exquisite. According to the old hat, these two gates used to be the gates of a certain prince's mansion.

Mendun'er is the facade of a house, and people in the past were very particular about it.

Isn't it sung in the ballad: Little boy, sitting on the doorstep, crying for a wife...

In addition to the couple, the old brothers even brought back a completed screen wall.

From the top wall cap to the bottom base, every brick and tile is intact and can be reassembled at any time when needed.

The Yingbi heart in the middle is a picture of three friends in the cold season, which is antique.

According to the old hat master, anyway, he seemed to have seen it in some palace when he was young.

Some of these things in the yard were picked up, and some were taken back by a thirty-five cents. Anyway, it didn't cost much. People at the moment don't take these things as good things.

This was also arranged by Liu Qingshan when he was about to leave. For an old house with some history like this, the most difficult thing to repair is the raw materials.

There is no place that specializes in the production of antique building materials. If you want to restore the old house to its original state, you may have to burn bricks and tiles yourself, which will take a lot of effort.

So Liu Qingshan came up with this trick, anyway, it won't delay the two of them from collecting second-hand goods.

After sorting things into categories, there was only one wooden box for valuables left on the tricycle.

The tricycle wobbled all the way back to the yard in Liulichang. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Qingshan standing in the yard, shirtless, wiping his upper body with a towel.

"Qingshan, when did you come?"

The old hat greeted with a smile.

"Just arrived, Uncle Master, Uncle Lu, wash and eat, I happened to pass by Tianfu, and bought a soy elbow." Liu Qingshan greeted the two with a smile.

"Don't be busy, let's put things back first."

Together with Lao Mao'er, Uncle Lu carefully carried the wooden box into the house, and then began to dig out things from inside.

Liu Qingshan was watching from the side, and Uncle Lu explained: "Today's harvest is average, just a large bowl from a folk kiln in the Qing Dynasty, and there are more than a dozen Yuan Datou."

They took their things and went to the treasure room. Uncle Lu and Lao Maoer each took out a key. There were two locks on the door, and each of them was responsible for a lock.

Liu Qingshan went into the house and took a look, feeling that there were a lot more things than when he left last time.

"Xiao Shanzi, this room is almost full." Old Mao said, and then put the silver dollars and the ones collected earlier together, and rolled them up with kraft paper.

And Uncle Lu took out the pamphlet and started to register one by one.

After they were all cleaned up, they left the house together, and Liu Qingshan said:

"I can bring back some of them when I go back this time. The dinosaur museum in my hometown is about to be completed. I asked someone to build a small exhibition hall to store these objects."

"That's a good thing. We spent a lot of money on these things. If we put them here, we can't sleep well every day."

Uncle Lu was joking, while his wife and Liu Yinfeng cleaned up the dishes and prepared to eat.

The two old brothers ran for a whole day, and at night, each of them paid two taels, and they didn't drink much.

After talking about each other's situation, Mr. Mao'er stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan's eyes: "The funds are going to be spent again."

Liu Qingshan also held back his laughter, why did he even pay for it?

Uncle Lu smiled and added beside him: "It's easy to say, every day I go to the alleys, and the things I collect don't cost a lot of money. It's just going to the Friendship Store every week, which costs a lot of foreign exchange."

The things in the Friendship Store are really good, but the prices are really high.

But Liu Qingshan doesn't care, no matter how high the price is, compared to later generations, it is still the price of cabbage.

And the more money spent, the more things received and the better the quality, he was really looking forward to it.

So he smiled and said, "I just made a fortune selling morels. My second sister wants to bring some when she goes abroad, and I can give you about [-] US dollars."

Old Maoer and Uncle Lu looked at each other, and laughed together for a while, Old Maoer and Uncle Lu said:

"That's enough for us to toss for half a year. Now the waiter at the Friendship Store frowned when he saw the two of us go, and asked us to leave some antiques for the foreign guests, haha!"

Uncle Lu also laughed: "Our two brothers have become the most unpopular people in the Friendship Store."

Liu Qingshan is also very happy, if these antiques can be lost less, he is of course happy from the bottom of his heart.

After all, after several decades, it may cost thousands of times and tens of thousands of times to buy it back, which is really a loss.