Hello 1983

It's good in the car, it's cool and you can go for a ride, Liu Qingshan also thinks it's stuffy in the car, so he also blows in the car.

"Manager Liu, look at the Niangniang Temple next to the village in front." Wang Daniu yelled.

Of course Liu Qingshan also saw it, there were two large forklifts parked there, roaring from time to time, looking at this posture, it was about to push.

He was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat: If this is torn down, it will really be a pile of ruins.

Fortunately, there was a group of people in front of the forklift, gesticulating and talking there.

Before the Great Liberation came to an end, Liu Qingshan jumped to the ground, shouting loudly: "Don't tear it down, don't tear it down!"

Those people in overalls and hard hats all looked at him unkindly, and one of them muttered, "Why is there another troublemaker here?"

Liu Qingshan's eyes swept over the heads of these helmets, and then fell on the two middle-aged men wearing half sleeves opposite.

There were two bicycles not far behind them, obviously they came here on bicycles.

The middle-aged man in front seemed familiar to Liu Qingshan, but he couldn't remember where he saw him.

At this time, a technician wearing a hard hat yelled again:

"These comrades, give way. Our workers still have to work. No one can bear the responsibility for delaying the construction period."

Technician Zheng was also annoyed. If the other party hadn't just shown his work card and was a member of the Writers Association, he would have ordered the forklift to start.

After all, he was playing with his pen, so if he could not offend, it was best not to offend him.

The middle-aged man in front also spoke quite stiffly: "Who will be responsible for the collapse of such a century-old ancient building?"

"This is not in our control. You can talk to the leaders above, and we will be responsible for the work."

Technician Zheng became more and more angry. The weather was already hot, and some people made trouble, so of course he became very angry.

"Then you drive the forklift away first, and I'll go find your leader with you." The middle-aged man is not easy to fool, he walks away, and the forklift starts working on the back, and his work is in vain.

Technician Zheng was also anxious and annoyed, stomping his feet: "Writer Shu, please don't add to the chaos, it's not your house that's being demolished!"

"This is more distressing than demolition of my house. Such an old building will be completely destroyed if it is pushed. Everyone, be merciful, be merciful!"

The middle-aged man was also heartbroken.

Hearing the man in the hard hat call him Writer Shu, Liu Qingshan suddenly remembered who this middle-aged man was.

It is true that I have never met, but I have seen this person's introduction. He is the son of the great writer Lao She and a writer.

Thinking about this man's deeds, isn't he? He has always been committed to protecting the ancient buildings in the capital, but unfortunately, his voice is too weak amidst the surging tide of development.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan also leaned forward and stood side by side with Writer Shu: "That's right, such an ancient building really needs to be preserved!"

"Comrade, who are you?"

Technician Zheng felt that his brain was a bit big.

Just now the writer Shu led the people here on bicycles, but this one seems to be more powerful. He is in a car and a jeep, so he probably has a bigger background.

Don't you think this is a delay? If the progress of the project can't keep up, he must be criticized.

Writer Shu also extended his hand to Liu Qingshan: "Hello, from now on, we will be comrades-in-arms in the trenches!"

"My name is Liu Qingshan, writer Shu, you can just call me Xiao Liu."

Liu Qingshan also shook hands vigorously with the other party, yes, they are indeed comrades in arms.

Writer Shu frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then he heard that Liu Qingshan say: "You can't demolish this Empress Temple, let us demolish it."

In a word, all these people present were stunned.

Technician Zheng snapped his eyes hard a few times: Where does this one belong to?

Writer Shu couldn't help but look down: I thought he was a comrade-in-arms, but he turned traitor in the blink of an eye. Who is this?

I only heard Liu Qingshan continue to say: "This is the general trend and cannot be stopped."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Writer Shu, the words were mainly for him, and scholars would agree with them.

Sure enough, Writer Shu's complexion darkened, and he could only let out a long sigh. Of course, he knew that in all walks of life, the rich contributed money and the capable contributed, and he even donated half a month's salary.

No one can stop this kind of thing, even Mr. Liang, the great architect back then.

However, seeing these ancient buildings being demolished, he felt really distressed.

Although his birthplace is not here, but because of his father, this is his ancestral home, and he also has a very deep affection for this city.

For the humanities and historical sites here, it is really like my own home.

Because most of my father's works describe this city.

So after hearing about the demolition here, he rode a bicycle and rushed over with his colleagues, which prevented the Niangniang Temple from being demolished in time.

Otherwise, Liu Qingshan and the others would probably only see a pile of ruins when they came here.

However, it can be stopped for a while, but it cannot be stopped for a lifetime. The general trend cannot be changed by one person.

Writer Shu's heart is extremely entangled: Are development and protection really irreconcilable contradictions?

Although he wanted to protect him, he didn't have the power, and he didn't have a clear method, so his heart became more and more entangled.

Liu Qingshan finally explained the whole story: "We will demolish this Niangniang Temple and the ancient buildings in these villages. To remove them from here and restore them in other places is equivalent to moving their nests."

After hearing this, Writer Shu couldn't help feeling a surge of emotion in his heart. He subconsciously stretched out his hands and grabbed Liu Qingshan's palm again: "Are you really going to do this?"

He had thought about this idea a long time ago, but he was just thinking about it, and he had no ability to implement it. The manpower and financial resources consumed in it were beyond his ability to support.

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile: "This is just a helpless move."

Writer Shu thought for a moment: "Even if your 10 yuan village has some strength, I'm afraid you can't support such a large consumption?"

It seems that Writer Shu also knows about Liu Qingshan.

"Being able to do something is a little bit better than doing nothing." Liu Qingshan said truthfully.

Writer Shu couldn't help but blushed slightly, and then heard Liu Qingshan say again: "Writer Shu, you can speak out loudly, this is also action, it is admirable, so we are still comrades-in-arms."

Hearing these words, Writer Shu showed a smile again: "Comrade Xiao Liu, don't you remember me?"

Liu Qingshan was taken aback by what he said: "What kind of enmity, it seems that we are meeting for the first time today, so what kind of enmity can there be?"

Writer Shu laughed: "Haha, a few days ago, I was speaking out in the newspaper, criticizing the Jiapigou Literary Award in your village. It's pure nonsense."

It turned out that this was the matter, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile, he had no interest in paying attention to the debates in the newspapers.

During this period of time, the Jiapigou Literary Award was aroused by the outside world, causing a big discussion in the whole society.

People from all walks of life joined this discussion and expressed their voices one after another.

Among them, the group of writers is the most numerous. There are those who welcome it and those who oppose it.

Writer Shu is an opponent. He has a straight temper. He doesn't criticize those who are unprofessional and informal about the Jiapigou Literary Award.

Your bonus is the highest in the country. Where do you put those literary awards named after old writers? This shows that you don't respect your predecessors.

He also used his father as an example: Father is considered an influential writer, and there is still no literary award named after his father. You are a small mountain village, why do you have this qualification?

Writer Shu's influence is not small, so he has a large number of fans, who can be regarded as the main force among the opponents.

As a result, I never expected that today, here, I could meet the initiator of the Jiapigou Literary Award, and even ran into a trench. This is really a bit dumbfounding.

When Liu Qingshan figured out the twists and turns, he didn't really care about it at all. Anyway, writer Lu Anxin is continuing to create in Jiapigou, and his body is gradually recovering, so the Jiapigou Literature Award is worth it .

So he said with a smile: "Writer Shu, let's not say anything in advance, at least in this matter, we are partners."

Writer Shu stretched out his hand for the third time: "Okay, since you have contributed money and effort to this kind of good deed, of course you must count me in as well!"

"In terms of property, I can't do anything, but in other areas, I can also do my best."

The two hands clasped again, and Liu Qingshan felt a little bit of joy in his heart: on their side, there is no shortage of money or people, only this kind of leader is lacking.

To build a huge film and television city, from layout to planning, to architectural style, etc., there are many professional things involved, from architecture to culture, to folk customs, etc., there are thousands of clues, and it is by no means done by one person. force.

Writer Shu has this enthusiasm, and also has contacts in these areas. Together, they are definitely a perfect match.

Holding Writer Shu's passionate and powerful palm, Liu Qingshan admired him quite a bit. It stands to reason that the two sides are now at war. Although it is a pen war, this kind of battle is often more intense.

As a result, Writer Shu was able to seek common ground while reserving differences, and cooperate with him. This kind of mind is indeed admirable.

They formed a united front here, and Wang Zhan was not idle on the other side. He drove the jeep directly and went to discuss with the person in charge of the project.

After a while, he came back excitedly: "It's settled, I will wait for us for half a month, and the demolition here will be suspended."

At this moment, even Writer Shu was secretly startled: This energy is not small.

Wang Zhan also burned his ass: "Qingshan, time waits for no one, what should we do next, quickly come up with a charter?"

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry: "It's already noon, let's go back to the city for dinner first, and bring the village cadres from each village to discuss it together."

After speaking, he turned to Writer Shu again: "Are you going too?"

Of course, Writer Shu would not refuse, and directly asked people to put the bicycles they rode into the truck of the Great Liberation.

Village head Wang Daniu also summoned the village cadres from these ten villages together, and brought the things they brought to the city together.

I found a big restaurant directly, and sat on two tables full.

After a while, all kinds of dishes were brought out like water, and everyone swallowed silently.

Even though these village cadres are located on the outskirts of the capital, more than half of them have never even been to the Flag Raising Square.

After drinking a glass of wine, Liu Qingshan winked at Wang Zhan, and this guy stood up:

"Fathers and folks, our Longteng Company is going to start a big project, and we still need more help from everyone."

This kid's eloquence is really good, and these people can listen to Beijing movies at a mouthful.

After listening to Wang Zhan's complete plan, the village cadres also became excited, but the one who was most excited was Writer Shu.

In addition to excitement, it was more shocking: he never imagined that this young man named Liu Qingshan in front of him could actually plan such a huge plan.

Isn't this what he always wanted to do, but couldn't do it?

He could no longer restrain the excitement in his heart, and stood up from his seat: "Count me in, I can't do it with my hands, but I can still run errands with my mouth."

Liu Qingshan also directly made a decision: "Okay, then I will hire you as a consultant!"

After finishing speaking, he hecked twice: "The thing about the Jiapigou Literary Award debate..."

Writer Shu waved his hand: "Let's not do this kind of down-to-earth work now, who has the time to quarrel!"

When everyone heard this, they raised their wine glasses one after another: "Yes, do it!"

Chapter 526 The Gold and the Jade Are Outside, and the Floods Are Inside

The atmosphere at the wine table became more and more lively, Liu Qingshan took a look at this posture, and picked the most important thing first, and said, don't let all these village cadres drink too much.

The most urgent task is to enclose the land first. The future film and television base will occupy a very large area. Obviously, one village will not be able to satisfy it. That's why all these village cadres are invited here.

When they heard that they were rich, of course everyone's eyes lit up.

Liu Qingshan added: "We will also set up a special construction team. At that time, young people in our village, who have no jobs, can join in. It can be regarded as learning a craft. It will definitely be no problem to support their families."

This proposal is the most popular. After all, the purchase money and land compensation money are not work money, and if they are spent, they will be gone.

If you learn a craft, you can eat it for a lifetime, and farmers care most about this.

So everyone took advantage of the alcohol and agreed in a coaxing voice.

After eating and drinking enough, they took Liu Qingshan, Shu Shushu and others to the newly relocated resettlement sites in various villages to conduct field inspections.

This place is between the Fourth Ring Road and the Fifth Ring Road, and it is still mostly wasteland. It is not far or near, and the location is just right.

For the rest, Liu Qingshan will hand over to Wang Zhan.

There was Writer Shu as an advisor, as well as Master Lu and Uncle Lao Maoer who helped Wang Zhan, and Cao Xiaofei and Wang Xiaobing were two errands.

Most importantly, Writer Shu also said that he would call another group of like-minded people to join in and do this meaningful thing together.

Then he counted with his fingers, and needed to find experts and scholars in those industries.

The most important thing in the construction industry is to be proficient in ancient architecture.Even for palaces, the style of the Qin and Han Dynasties is different from that of the Tang Dynasty, let alone explaining clearly.

For a large project like a film and television base, it is not a child putting up building blocks. It must be designed by real people.

In addition, other auxiliary industries are also indispensable: for example, scholars who are proficient in history, calligraphy, painting, sculpture, garden art, and even experts in folk customs must be hired.

Of course Liu Qingshan welcomes it, and also said: The consultants invited must not make people busy, and they must have transportation expenses.

Writer Shu waved his hand, saying that those who can participate must not be for this.