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Looking at his family's fourth and fifth children, carrying small schoolbags, bouncing towards school, Liu Qingshan couldn't help sighing:

These days are really fast, in a blink of an eye, the fourth and fifth children are all in the third grade of elementary school.

"Brother, school starts today, you won't play truant too, will you?"

In the mouth of the little fourth brother, he taught the eldest brother a lesson.

Shan Xing also added beside him: "Brother, you go there twice a semester, once for the start of school and once for the exam, if this delays it again..."

Only then did Liu Qingshan remember that he still had to go to school, so he quickly went to pick up the car.

It was only halfway there that I remembered that the car had just been driven away to send off Grandpa Wu, so it seemed that I was definitely going to skip school this time.

Liu Qingshan can also think about it: since they didn't send to the county, then follow everyone up the mountain to collect the mountain goods.

While walking up the mountain, he muttered to himself: The two little girls have grown up, and they both know how to teach me to be a brother...

The next day, he went to school to pick up his textbooks, so he was inevitably scolded by the bearded principal.

After the principal finished training, Liu Qingshan smiled and handed over a stack of cards:

"Principal, it's almost Teacher's Day. On behalf of Jiapigou, I would like to pay tribute to the glorious people's teachers."

"What the hell is your kid thinking?"

Principal Xu took the tickets and looked at them. They were all plastic cards with the words "Receipt Voucher" written on them.

Turn it over and look at the back, it says "With this ticket, you can receive a catty of milk every day".

The bearded man immediately trembled with joy: "If you have a heart, this gift is a good one. I accept it on behalf of all the teachers in the school."

On the same day, milk tickets were distributed to every teacher, and everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: This student was not taught in vain.

But then I thought about it again: Uh, it seems that I didn't teach it?

……

On Teacher's Day, Jiapigou Village will have a holiday. This day is Tuesday, and the class of the previous Sunday has already been strung together.

Early in the morning, Liu Ying and the others got up early to go to the commune, that is, the town, to attend the teachers' meeting in Qingshan Town.

The three of them live in the courtyard of the new team headquarters, the two girls live in a big house, Wang Jun lives in a small house, and the school is next door.

As soon as the door was opened, clear and crisp shouts sounded from outside: "Hello, teacher!"

Tian Jing who opened the door was startled, and the washbasin in her hand almost fell to the ground.

This girl has just graduated from junior high school and is less than 17 years old.

When they saw dozens of kids outside, all smiling like flowers, they opened their mouths again and shouted in unison:

"Teacher, I wish you a happy holiday! Teacher, you have worked hard!"

There was a clang, and the washbasin in Mr. Oda's hand finally fell to the ground.

She covered her mouth, and the excited tears in her eyes flowed down uncontrollably.

Liu Ying was also brushing her teeth in the outhouse, her mouth was full of foam, and she also had tears in her eyes.

Wang Jun is a boy, after all he needs to be stronger, but he also feels a surge of pride and pride in his chest.

"Teacher, this is a gift from us, hehe."

Xiao Lao Si, Shan Xing and Zhang Xiaoman stood at the front, each holding a corolla full of flowers.

It should be freshly made in the morning, and the flowers on it are still stained with dew, exuding a burst of fragrance.

Liu Ying and the three of them bent down and asked the children to put flower crowns on their heads.

"Brother, take a picture, hurry up and take a picture!"

Little Lao Si waved his little hand, urging.

Liu Qingshan has been clicking for a long time, but the teachers were too excited to notice.

In this ordinary farmyard, a group of children surrounded the three teachers, leaving unforgettable memories.

Teacher Xiaotian wiped his red eyes: "It must have been ugly just now, Comrade Qingshan, you didn't take a picture of my crying nose, did you?"

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "At this moment, I believe we will cherish each other for a lifetime."

Teacher Oda nodded in a daze, and then heard Liu Qingshan continue to say:

"You have accepted the children's gifts. Here are the gifts I sent to several teachers on behalf of the cooperative."

After finishing speaking, Liu Qingshan handed a stack of Great Unity to Tian Jing and Wang Jun respectively: "You are just here, so I only give you 100 yuan."

Tian Jing's eyes widened: What, 100 yuan is already a lot, okay?

"Mr. Liu Ying has worked for one year, and the villagers are very grateful to you. The 500 yuan is everyone's wishes."

Liu Qingshan handed Liu Ying a thick wad of banknotes.

Surprised, Liu Ying waved her hands again and again: "No, no, there are too many, this is too much!"

The old branch secretary and Captain Zhang standing outside the gate also watched this scene happily.

The old branch secretary waved his hand proudly: "Girl, take it, our cooperative does not miss your money."

While talking, he saw a car driving into the team headquarters, seeing Victor getting out of the car, the smile on Liu Qingshan's face became even brighter:

"Look, isn't someone sending money here again?"

Chapter 443 I'm getting hot

A few days ago, Victor called and said that he would come over in the next few days.

Now, he has opened the market for ground vegetables, so when he heard that all the ground vegetables for this year had been harvested and processed, he hurried over here.

It was already dark when we arrived in Bishui County last night, so we rushed over early this morning.

There is also a pair of Leo and Ruth, these two guys, in fact, have nothing to do with them, mainly because when they came last time, they were a little addicted to eating, drinking and having fun.

Accompanying them was only a small car driver from the County Commercial Bureau who pulled them over early in the morning.

Liu Qingshan went up to meet them and hugged them one by one. Ruth also picked up the fourth and fifth and kissed them a few times, making the faces of the two little girls all covered with lipstick marks.

"Liu, what are you doing here? Is it a ceremony?"

Leo looked at the flower crowns on Liu Ying and the others, feeling a little curious.

Ruth also blinked: "It can't be the Olympic olive branch wreath, it's so beautiful, I want to wear it too."

"It's nothing to you, this is Teacher's Day, a gift from the children to the three teachers."

Liu Qingshan knew that Ruth didn't pay much attention, did anyone hold the Olympic Games in the village, did they really think it was the Olympic Village?

Only then did the three foreigners understand, and Victor nodded repeatedly: "Liu, this shows that your country attaches great importance to education. It just so happens that I also have a gift for you here."

Send me a present?

Liu Qingshan blinked, not understanding what Victor meant.

Victor took out a backpack from the car, opened the zipper, and then yanked something out, stretching it out to Liu Qingshan.

"I thought it was something, it turned out to be a book, what's all the fuss about it." Liu Qingshan couldn't understand the brain circuit of foreigners.

Victor picked up his Mediterranean hairstyle: "Liu, will you be happy if you change it to a bundle of banknotes?"

"No, I'm happier with this Titanic."

Liu Qingshan had already seen the title of the book, so he took it.

When he met Victor for the first time, Liu Qingshan told him the story in the script. As a result, Victor, an old man, actually wrote the book and printed it.

"Liu, I'm very happy to see your reaction, it proves that you are not a layman." Victor said boastfully.

Liu Qingshan curled his lips: "A profiteer like you is still qualified to talk about art?"

Victor is not ashamed: "Liu, money will always serve art, anyway, this is our work, after all, it is not fake?"

our product?

Liu Qingshan looked at the signature, in addition to Victor's long list of names, there is also a line of pinyin: Qingshan Liu.

Hey, you guy, why did you put my name on it?

Liu Qingshan looked at the smug Victor, and felt relieved.

Well, let’s take it to satisfy the hobbies of an old literary youth. Anyway, this kind of novel is probably just for self-entertainment, and it’s the type of gift to relatives and friends by the way.

Don't watch movies that are so popular, but novels, such old-fashioned stories, who likes to read them?

Victor, on the other hand, seemed more excited: "Liu, our book is very popular, and it has been on sale since September 80st. When I came, more than 100 copies have been sold, and it is estimated that it may have exceeded [-] million copies in the past few days." .”

"Liu, the manuscript fee should be a lot of money at that time, and the contribution of the two of us is about the same, so we should divide the money equally."

When it comes to money, Victor's true nature is immediately exposed, and he is so happy that his pupils almost turn into dollar signs.

Liu Qingshan was a little confused: ten days, more than a million copies, how is this possible, is Victor really a great writer who was delayed by business?

He casually flipped through a few pages and read it, it was in English, it seemed like that was the case.

From the old Mr. Victor Hugo, just like in Notre Dame de Paris, the bell ringer Quasimodo's appearance and heart are as different as the writing level.

Just this can sell [-] copies a day, even if Liu Qingshan is killed.

Could it be that Victor, in order to fight for fame, pays for it himself?

Anyway, Liu Qingshan can't figure it out, even if the overall level of writers is declining, they can't be like riding a slide.

Victor looked at Liu Qingshan's unbelievable expression, and the smile on his face became brighter. Then he took out another newspaper from his bag with a smile and handed it to Liu Qingshan.

This is a piece of The Times, and Liu Qingshan quickly found a piece of news in a prominent position:

The wreck of the Titanic has been found.

Look at the time in the newspaper, it's September [-]st.

Liu Qingshan seems to understand a bit: the reason why Victor's book became popular is because of the popularity of this news.

I don't know if it means that this guy is lucky, or is it that this guy has a good marketing method?

In fact, on Huaxia's side, this news was only mentioned in the news for more than ten seconds.

But in those countries in Europe and the United States, it is overwhelming and has become the hottest topic.

Just at this time, a novel describing the sinking of the Titanic was published. Now it's ready, which greatly satisfies people's curiosity, and they spend money to buy it.

Victor is still a little self-aware. The first edition only printed [-] copies, and it sold out within a day.

So I hurriedly printed it and wasted a few days, otherwise, I would have sold more.

After figuring out the situation, Liu Qingshan was also very happy: I didn't bother to do anything, just move my mouth, tell a story, and get a large amount of manuscript fees, such a good thing is hard to find with a lantern.

So he led Victor and the others home. Teacher Liu Ying and the others went to Qingshan Town to attend the teachers' meeting with great excitement.

When I arrived at Liu Qingshan's house, I greeted my family members, and Leo was not surprised at all: "Liu, I want to eat brains for breakfast."

Liu Qingshan blinked: You are a zombie, you still want to eat brains?

The little old four next to him smiled and corrected: "It's tofu brain."

Then I have to go to the tofu shop to see if there is any soy milk, Lin Zhi took the basin to the tofu shop in the village.

When Gao Xuexue heard that the novel co-authored by Liu Qingshan and others was published abroad, and sold millions of copies in a short period of time, his jaw almost dropped in shock, and he quickly took a copy, ready to read it.

It's just that his English is so bad that I can't understand it.

Liu Qingshan told him the general outline of the story and translated a few pages.

Gao Wenxue couldn't help pushing his glasses with his hands, and looked at Liu Qingshan suspiciously: "Sanfeng, is it because your translation skills are too bad?"

"Haha, Victor, did you hear that, this is what a writer gave you."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but laugh too.

Then he comforted Gao Wenxue: "Brother-in-law, you can create with peace of mind. Later, I will definitely help you find a good translator and publish your work abroad. Maybe you can even win the Nobel Prize in Literature."

Facts have proved that a good translator is very important, and the first Chinese writer who won a literary award must have a deep understanding.

"I dare not think about the Nobel Prize. If I can win the Mao Dun Literature Award, I will be content!"

Gao Wenxue waved his hand, and then returned the book to Liu Qingshan. He really had no interest in reading this kind of book.

And Victor doesn't care, he still knows what level he is.