Hello 1983

The group of people trembled when they heard it: Fuck, this one is even more ruthless, it's using us like cows and horses.

Li Tieniu also yelled and cursed: "Losing money, losing money, and having to pay foreign exchange. This is an imported car, and it has to be repaired abroad!"

What, foreign exchange?

Where can I get that thing!

All of these people drooped their heads and looked sad. This business really went to grandma's house.

Liu Qingshan dragged out the guy who was carrying the shotgun just now: "It's just you, go back and ask for money, and we won't blackmail you. We will let you go back with 200 yuan, or you will all be tied to a tree."

These guys must teach them a profound lesson, otherwise, how many drivers passing by will suffer.

200 yuan, isn't that a scam?

The guy was obviously startled by the figure. They cut off the car, and they can get ten yuan and 20 yuan, which is not bad, and they can't get 200 yuan a month.

But look at the ferocious Li Tieniu, how dare he say no, he ran back towards the village over there.

While Liu Qingshan and the others were waiting, another three Great Liberation vehicles passed by.

This is obviously a convoy, and the car stopped tens of meters away, and then five or six people got out of the car, all carrying large iron wrench, and a screwdriver more than a foot long. Gather over here.

They have been blackmailed here before, so they are all on guard.

When they got closer, they heard what happened from Er Biaozi, and the group got excited: "Damn it, we blackmailed us with a total of 30 yuan last time, pay it back!"

After all, they went up and punched and kicked again, and now they vented their anger.

Li Tieniu was also adding fuel to the scene: "In the future, when you meet this passer-by, the big truck will run over it directly, and it will kill one less harm."

Those guys were so scared that they all shivered into a ball, thinking in their hearts, they can no longer do this kind of business in the future, if they are really crushed to death, who can they talk to for reasoning?

Everyone waited for a while, and the guy with the shotgun just ran back out of breath, took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket, handed them to Liu Qingshan, and said pitifully:

"Brother...Brother, I just collected 150 yuan, and it's really gone."

Liu Qingshan looked at the handful of money, there were still a lot of one or two yuan in it, so he took it without counting it, and stuffed it all into Er Biaozi's pocket.

Then he said to the group: "In the future, we will run this long-distance race. If we see you making trouble again, we will fight once."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Those guys kept nodding and bowing their heads. The lesson of this time is probably enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

Liu Qingshan and the others just got into the car, and the truck drivers were still a little worried: "Brother, why don't we drive back for a while and then go around?"

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "What are you doing, are we decent people still afraid of bad guys?"

After speaking, he drove the car himself, and drove forward slowly, passing through the villages and towns in front of him, from the west end of the town to the east end, without any waves.

Seeing Liu Qingshan and his car stop at the east end of the town, the truck drivers also stopped:

"Brothers, you are still the best. In this town, the drivers passing by call him Xiaoguierling. He is even more difficult to deal with than the little ghost."

Liu Qingshan squatted on the ground and looked at it: "The water tank is leaking. Masters, I can only trouble you to help drag it out for a while."

Asked where to go, they were all on their way to Harbin City, and happened to be on the way, these masters, of course, agreed.

In this way, the car was pulled by the wire rope and dragged for more than 100 miles before it drove into Harbin.

Those drivers were very enthusiastic, and directly dragged Liu Qingshan's car to the maintenance workshop of their factory, and repaired the water tank for free.

Liu Qingshan felt sorry too, and when he finished his busy work, he dragged the group and found a restaurant for dinner.

As soon as he drank the wine, the conversation started and he realized that these people belonged to the Harbin Meat Factory. Liu Qingshan suddenly remembered something: "By the way, your factory produces red sausage, right?"

The oldest Master Qian laughed loudly: "That is, the red sausage of our Harbin Roulian is the most authentic!"

Er Biaozi was also overjoyed: "That just happens to buy a few catties for my godfather."

"Okay, let alone a few catties, a hundred or eighty catties will do." Master Qian patted his chest vigorously.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "Master Qian, can one hundred and eighty tons be produced?"

Master Qian choked on a sip of wine, coughed hard for a while, and then waved his hands repeatedly: "There are so many, I'm not capable of that."

Liu Qingshan felt a little regretful: the red sausage in Harbin City was originally Russian-style red sausage, and it has been improved by my big foodie nation, which is even better than the one produced by Lao Maozi.

Now there is not only a shortage of commonly used living materials in Maozi, but also a shortage of food.

If you can bring more red sausage over there to match with his ham sausage, that would be absolutely welcome.

You should know that red sausage is not afraid of freezing after it is cooked. When eating, it will be as good as fresh after it is naturally thawed.

So he asked again: "Master Qian, can you help us contact the leader of the meat joint factory?"

Such a large transaction obviously needs to be led by a supervisor.

Master Qian thought for a while: "The highest leader I know is the workshop director."

"The workshop director is also successful, please trouble Master Qian."

Liu Qingshan mainly wanted to try it, just in case it worked out.

That night, the three of them stayed at the guest house of the meat joint factory. Liu Qingshan bought two good cigarettes and two bottles of medicinal wine, and followed Master Qian to visit the workshop director.

The workshop director, surnamed Hu, warmly entertained Liu Qingshan at home. After learning about his intentions, he said that their production tasks from the previous year were already full, and that they would have to wait until January of the next year if they wanted the goods.

This is no problem, Liu Qingshan directly ordered [-] tons of red sausage, as for the deposit and the specific contract, when the time comes, ask the eldest sister Liu Jinfeng to bring someone over to talk, in the name of their ham sausage factory.

After finishing this matter, Liu Qingshan was also in a good mood. After purchasing some gifts, he followed Er Biaozi and stopped by to visit Professor Xu.

Er Biaozi knew the way, and led Liu Qingshan to the base of an old red brick family building.

In a simple room on the second floor, Liu Qingshan also met the famous Professor Xu.

That is to say, from the beginning of winter to the first two months, the old professor can still be at home. In normal times, it would be difficult to see him. Basically, they are going to the countryside or walking on the way to the countryside.

Willing to return the old bones to the rice fields, this is the true portrayal of Professor Xu's life in his later years.

The old professor is more than 60 years old, perhaps because he has been running around the fields all year round, he is dark and thin, but he is in good spirits.

He looked modest and plainly dressed. If he didn't know it, he might have thought he was an old farmer who had just returned from working in the fields.

With respect in his heart, Liu Qingshan shook hands with Mr. Xu: "Uncle Xu, I've wanted to see you for a long time. How are you?"

Elder Xu's face was also covered with smile lines, and he patted the back of Liu Qingshan's hand lightly: "I read about your deeds in the newspaper, you are a good boy."

"Godfather, of course Sanfeng is amazing. Our village has entered the 10 yuan village this year!"

Er Biaozi didn't see anyone here, and put a lot of gifts in his hand on an old wooden coffee table.

Elder Xu looked at it, and shook his head dissatisfied: "You, why don't you bring the Songjiang green rice you produced?"

Er Biaozi scratched the back of his head: "Godfather, are you short of rice?"

"There is no shortage of rice, what is missing is the rice seeds of Songjiang Qingdao. I have to study it carefully. How can the same rice seeds become green rice when it arrives at your place?"

Elder Xu's longevity eyebrows raised, Liu Qingshan remembered that the old man finally lived to be more than 90 years old.

Inexplicably, a word popped up in his mind: Laomin Yongshou.

Sitting down to drink tea and chat, Mr. Xu analyzed in his mouth: "Rice rice, water is life, I guess, it is because of the water quality in your place."

"Let's see if we can introduce green rice back. If successful, we can also export it to earn foreign exchange. I heard that the Songjiang green rice in Jiapigou sells for two or three yuan a catty?"

Er Biaozi quickly slipped his beard beside him: "Godfather, this is all due to you, and you are the best!"

"Stop flattering, you did it yourself."

The old man was not greedy for merit, so he pointed Er Biaozi twice with his fingers.

Er Biaozi quickly said that when he went back, he would bring the rice seeds and planting records for his godfather to study.

I ate dinner at Xu's hometown, so it was useless. The godmother went out to buy vegetables, and Er Biaozi brought them all: I cut a large plate of red sausage and a large plate of eggs.

Er Biaozi brought a large cardboard box just for eggs. It is not easy to eat fresh eggs after winter.

And if it is stored at low temperature, it will be fine for the Chinese New Year.

In addition, there are all kinds of mountain products, and they also brought a lot. The black fungus directly carried half a bag, which worried Professor Xu's wife: when will I have to eat it?

Er Biaozi quickly explained: "Godmother, this is all for points for godfather's old friend."

"Haha, old man, this godson is not in vain."

The old lady was also happy from ear to ear.

Er Biaozi also talked about interesting things on the road, and finally said: "Those guys lost 150 yuan, and they all told me to buy things to honor my godfather and mother!"

Elder Xu was also very happy: "I said, eating this red sausage, why does it smell like a thief?"

Looking at the happy scene, Liu Qingshan also silently wished in his heart: the old man will live a long and healthy life, and make greater contributions to our rice cause in the Great Northern Wilderness!

Chapter 4 Is this a good thing?

"Yo oh oh..."

Accompanied by a long call, a large group of sika deer came out from the distant forest.

Among the herd of deer, there was also a large group of roe deer, all trotting towards the little man who called them affectionately.

This is the Waizi of the Wang family. Wang roe deer yelled and stuffed large grains of salt into the mouths of sika deer and roe deer, including some tall red deer.

These guys are more addicted to eating salt grains than children eating sugar balls. They crowded up one by one to fight for it, and in the end, they knocked down the king roe deer.

"You bastards, believe it or not, I will kill you to eat meat!" Wang Roezi muttered, but looked at the group of guys with a smile on his face, and then said to Wang Lie next to him:

"Gunner, you said we raised so many, brother Liu Qingshan, what if we don't accept them?"

Last winter, Liu Qingshan and the others were trapped in Wangjiaweizi, and then the two sides reached an agreement to breed deer and roe deer.

Wang Pao Shou is not worried at all: "If you don't harvest it, you can keep it. Anyway, I cut two crops of velvet this spring, as well as the picked ground vegetables. They were all taken away by someone from Jiapigou. We have all of them." earn."

"Well, that's the reason." Wang Roezi also nodded, and then led the army back to the deer farm.

In the distance, I saw a car coming from the fork in the national highway. Wang Roezi set up an awning to watch: "Could it be Brother Liu's car?"

Wang Pao Shou has been hunting all year round, and has developed a pair of piercing eyes: "Haha, it's true, brother Liu, brother Liu!"

He strode forward, waving his arms, and the king roe deer followed closely, and the animals behind him also spread their hooves.

Liu Qingshan looked at the situation on the opposite side, and could only tap the brakes a few times to stop the car, and then he was surrounded by a herd of deer and roe deer.

"Brother Liu, I'm looking forward to you!"

Pao Shou Wang hugged Liu Qingshan and slapped him hard on the back.

Li Tieniu followed suit and ran after Wang Roe Deer, scaring Wang Roe Deer away.

With your big slap, you must slap me and vomit blood.

After entering Wangjiaweizi, more than half of the villagers heard the news and greeted Liu Qingshan and his brothers cheerfully.

Why are you so enthusiastic?

Liu Qingshan was a bit overwhelmed, this posture was like returning to Jiapigou.

The village chief Wang Dafu also trotted to the front: "Qingshan, haha, I knew you should come too, let's go, go to my house first!"

On the way to Wang Dafu's house, he saw a lot of new houses built in the village, all of which were brick and tile houses. Liu Qingshan seemed to understand.

Village head Wang's house also built a row of five large tile-roofed houses, which are the most magnificent in the whole village.

He pointed and said cheerfully: "Qingshan, you collect velvet antler and ground vegetables, and everyone has some spare money in their hands, and they are all building houses!"

Liu Qingshan also nodded with a smile, and was equally happy in his heart: This feeling of making money by himself and helping others make money at the same time is still very fulfilling.

But at this moment, someone ruined the atmosphere, Pao Shou Wang yelled: "Brother Qingshan, when will you kill deer and roe deer for meat?"

Many villagers also shouted: "Yes, everyone is waiting!"

They have also calculated that if all the hundred and ten wild animals are slaughtered and sold for meat, every household can have an income of thousands of yuan, that would be great.

Liu Qingshan blinked, and he finally understood that people at this time are still too short-sighted, and their brains are not very sharp, and they are still living according to the old rules passed down decades ago.

But the times outside have changed, and everyone has to make corresponding changes in order to keep up with the pace of the times.

So he yelled loudly: "Don't kill them first, the number is too small, and then breed them for a year or two, and, like now, it's good to cut antlers and sell them. You can cut two stubbles every year, and the income is also good." Quite a few."

Wang Dafu also yelled: "Kill, kill, kill, you will know how to kill. They are all killed. Why do you want to kill?"

Someone in the crowd answered: "Then kill the pig, here comes the honored guest, village chief, your family will kill the pig first, and everyone is waiting to eat pork."

Amidst the loud laughter, Wang Dafu patted his chest: "Butcher the pig, since we have some extra money this year, we won't sell it anymore. We'll make every pig."