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There were low exclamations from the two girls behind them. They had been paid for filming in the past few years, plus they participated in some commercial performances last year, and Xiao Xu even co-produced a tape with others.

The two girls were so busy that they managed to save a few thousand dollars. When they heard that the prize money for the Jiapigou Literary Award was as much as 5 yuan, they were of course a little shocked.

Uh?

The man was also choked by the steamed bun in his mouth, stretched his neck, blushed and his neck was thick.

He picked up the soup basin and took a sip, then slowly put down the steamed buns, then carefully looked at Liu Qingshan for a while, shook his head, and smiled helplessly:

"My friend, don't make fun of me. If you don't discuss poetry, you'd better go."

It turns out that people didn't believe it at all, which is also understandable. Just like in the future, someone will call you and say that you have won a prize of 500 million. Do you believe it?

Liu Qingshan still had a smile on his face: "Mr. Cha, don't you want to have a house of your own, facing the sea, where spring flowers bloom?"

After speaking, Liu Qingshan took out several newspapers from the bag he was carrying, all from last year, and handed them to the man.

After browsing around, the man also stood up excitedly, his cheeks were a little flushed: "Is this true?"

"I'm going back to Jiapigou in a few days. At that time, you can go with me to receive the award. The 5 yuan bonus is not a lot." Liu Qingshan still said slowly.

When he called the village yesterday, the branch secretary's grandfather chatted with him about the Jiapigou Literature Award.

Since it was done last year, it must continue.

It's just that the villagers didn't know who to give the award to, so they asked Liu Qingshan to find a suitable candidate, and it was best to take it back and present the award.

Liu Qingshan chose Haizi after deliberation.

Because if the original trajectory is followed, Haizi will end his life by lying on the rails in March next year.

Although Liu Qingshan knows that the poet's ideal is definitely not money, but with this money, maybe the poet can have more choices.

Perhaps such martyrdom could have been avoided.

After a short period of excitement, Poet Zha sat back again: "Why me?"

If he said how famous he is now, he is the number one contemporary poet, even he himself would not believe it.

Haizi at this moment is definitely not the most famous among the many poets. Many of his poems need to go through the precipitation of time before their value will gradually appear.

Although his current life can even be described as embarrassing.

The salary income is not much, and he often sends money home. The biggest sum was 500 yuan last year to ask his family to buy a TV.

His hometown is a rural area, and his life was difficult since he was a child, so even if he eats steamed buns now, he still feels delicious.

He couldn't understand why such a big pie fell on his head?

5 yuan, sending half of it home can completely change the face of poverty at home.

The remaining half can fully support my long-awaited long-distance travel.

Because what he needs most is poetry and distant places. Since he was a child, he has been a child who takes dreams as horses.

Liu Qingshan took a few steps forward, and when he came to that person, he looked straight into the other person's eyes, and asked back, "Why can't it be you?"

Then Liu Qingshan paused and said: "Because you are a real poet, a poet who can use your own life to create!"

Haizi stood up suddenly, his eyes burst out with a strong light, like a ball of fire, burning blazingly.

That fire was so blazing that it seemed to be able to ignite everything in this world.

It was only at this moment that Ma Laosan and the two girls realized how extraordinary this ordinary person was.

Especially Xiao Xu's heart trembled a few times. Now she has a strong urge to read the other party's poetry collection.

The messy dormitory was silent for a while, before Haizi recovered, he smiled shyly at Liu Qingshan: "Thank you, I don't know your name yet, come on, let's all sit down."

There are several stools in the room, Liu Qingshan greeted them all to sit down: "I am Liu Qingshan, actually, I should call you brother."

"Oh, you also graduated from Peking University. In fact, we should be about the same age. I am 24 this year." Haizi seemed more affectionate.

It's really about the same, he is only two years older than Liu Qingshan.

When it comes to Haizi, it's really amazing. In 15, he was admitted to the law department of Beijing University at the age of [-]. After graduating in [-], he was assigned to the University of Political Science and Law. Now he has been working for several years.

It's just that his job is not what he loves. In addition, in terms of poetry, his works cannot be widely recognized by people, and his emotions are also frustrated.

A lot of troubles made this sensitive and fragile poet suffer more and more pressure and inner torment.

These can also be reflected in his works. Haizi's poems have fiery and desolate emotions, smart and elegant but profound and desolate.

All of this is like a huge black hole, devouring him mercilessly, and finally taking him to the real distance.

He was gradually getting desperate, but at this moment, the Jiapigou Literature Award fell on his head without warning.

The poet is still very excited, because the award represents his work and has been recognized.

This seemed to be a ray of light in despair, giving his life a meaning of existence.

Then there is the huge bonus, poets also need money.

Liu Qingshan sat here for a while, left contact information with each other, and made an appointment to go back to Jiapigou together at that time, then got up and said goodbye.

The poet stood up and rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: "I should invite you to dinner, so when the bonus is paid out, I will definitely invite you."

Liu Qingshan also nodded with a smile: "Brother, then it's settled, you don't have to go back on your word, and then find a big restaurant and have a good meal for you."

A shy smile appeared on the poet's face again.

When shaking hands and saying goodbye, Xiao Xu suddenly asked, "Haizi, can you lend me your poetry collection?"

Chapter 645 The Bun Has Meat Not on the Folds

After finishing the affairs in the capital, Liu Qingshan took his family and finally embarked on the journey back to his hometown.

They drove back directly, Li Tie and Li Tieniu drove, a jeep and a car belonging to Liu Qingshan still couldn't fit.

But there are also two big trucks that transport old objects, and the trucks can also be stuffed with people.

Young people like Liu Qingshan and the others squeezed into the big truck, and Haizi, who was traveling with him, followed Liu Qingshan all the time.

At the end there was a small passenger car with more than a dozen Taiwan compatriots in it, as well as accompanying tour guides, waiters, and even a nurse.

These people were all fooled by the girl Chu Yunxiu.

Chu Yunxiu also happily sat in the car, telling everyone about the magical small mountain village of Jiapigou with great interest.

The journey was bumpy, and when they arrived in Spring City, everyone found a hotel to rest for the night. After all, most of them were elderly people, and they would rather walk slowly than rest well.

It was not until the afternoon of the second day that the convoy returned to Qingshan Commune.

Liu Qingshan asked Li Tie to stay in the town to unload the goods, and asked Lu Xiaolong from Shanghai Pharmaceutical Factory to drive back to Jiapigou together.

After parting for more than half a year, Jiapigou is as peaceful as before.

The curling smoke, dyed pink by the setting sun, drifted across the snow-white roof, and then slowly dissipated in the sky.

"Go home, go home!"

Little Lao Si and the others couldn't wait to get off the car, yelling loudly.

Soon, a large group of children who were smoking on the road surrounded them.

Du Jiaxing also got out of the car, looking at the group of children, a little dizzy.

"Xiaoman!" The little fourth was bouncing up and down while hugging Zhang Xiaoman.

"Everyone eats candy, this is the chocolate we brought back." Shan Xing smiled and shared the candy with his friends.

"Shan Xing, I'll share it for you." Er Mangzi came up and threw a small piece into his mouth, and then distributed it to other children.

The little old four announced loudly: "Girls have gifts!"

"Wow, it's Mickey Mouse!" the little girls shouted happily.

"Our Caifeng has never been partial, has it?" Er Mangzi wiped her nose vigorously with the back of her hand, and said with a smile.

If it was replaced by the crying elf from before: What the hell, no gift, then he would sit on the ground and howl.

The little fourth child really has the demeanor of a child leader: "Each boy has a Donald Duck!"

"Ah-oh, Caifeng, you are so kind!"

I don't know who imitated Donald Duck's tone, which made the children burst into laughter.

Du Jiaxing was also mixed in, anyway, he jumped and yelled together.

The rest of the young and strong also helped the old people get out of the car.

Together with Zhang Xiaozhong, Liu Qingshan helped Mr. Biao out of the passenger car. They sat for a long time, and Mr. Biao's legs and feet were still a little awkward.

"Xiaoshanzi, this is your village. It looks similar to the village in my hometown in Fengtian. Isn't this a 10 yuan village? You can't blow it out, right?"

Looking at the thatched cottages by the roadside, Master Biao couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Liu Qingshan explained to him with a smile: "Master Biao, this is called buns with meat not on the folds, these mud houses are specially reserved by us."

"They always remind everyone that even if you get rich, you can't forget the poor days in the past, or else they would have been scrapped and built into two-story buildings."

Master Biao raised his hand and gave him a slap on the neck: "You brat, just brag, let me see if there are any old cows in the sky."

Of course there are no old cows in the sky, but there are real ones on the ground. I saw Zhang Laoji and a few old men driving a large herd of cows back from outside the village.

Although the mountains are covered by heavy snow, there is nothing to eat on the ground, but the cows are used to letting them out, and they are thrown out every day for exercise.

The cows didn't enter the village, they just ran into the wide cowshed beside the village and started eating.

The cow has a good appetite after exercising, and the silage feed is also very sweet.

"How many cows does this have?" The guests who came for the first time were a little surprised.

Looking around, there is a sea of ​​black and white flowers, the boss is one.

Liu Qingshan smiled and introduced: "The number of dairy cows in our village has been controlled at about [-]. If there are more, the supply of feed will not be enough."

"Well, not bad." Master Biao nodded repeatedly.

Liu Qingshan also grinned: "It's not bad, I can earn some hard money."

"I didn't talk about making money, I mean, tomorrow morning, I can drink fresh milk, haha." Master Biao let out a hearty laugh.

Liu Qingshan naturally followed suit, and pretended to shake his head: "Master Biao, you are old enough to be bad."

At this time, Chu Yunxiu had already asked those Taiwan compatriots to get out of the car, and she jumped up to Liu Qingshan:

"Hee hee, we have come all the way here, what kind of food will we arrange for the evening, have we killed the pig?"

Liu Qingshan looked at this girl, her little face was chubby, she looked like a little chubby pig.

At this time, many adults in the village also heard the news. Zhang Ganzi just heard Chu Yunxiu's words, and immediately hehe twice:

"Girl, I haven't seen you for a long time. Killing a pig to welcome guests is a must!"

"Wow, Uncle Ganzi, you are so kind." Chu Yunxiu immediately jumped towards Zhang Ganzi. There was no one in the village she didn't know.

Zhang Ganzi was also very happy: "Those brothers under my command have all fallen into trouble. As soon as they heard the car horn, they knew that they must be killed in battle, so they all ran away."

Everyone laughed when they heard what he said was funny.

"Grandpa Branch Secretary, Uncle Captain!" Liu Qingshan saw the old Party Secretary and Captain Zhang, and rushed to greet him.

The two were even happier. The old branch secretary patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, Qingshan, you are finally back, and everyone is looking forward to it."

Da Zhang Luo slid aside: "The branch secretary said that if Qingshan does not come back, there will be no dividends. Can everyone not look forward to the stars and the moon?"

This kind of atmosphere is really good, and those who come to this small mountain village for the first time can feel the strong nostalgia.

Liu Qingshan introduced Lord Biao and those Taiwan compatriots again, and the old party secretary hurriedly let the guests in: "It's cold outside, everyone is not used to it, hurry up to the village, it's warm inside."

Master Biao asked, "Is there a big kang in the village?"

Seeing the old branch secretary shaking his head, Master Biao followed suit: "That's boring. To eat and drink in the countryside, you have to sit on the hot kang, and squeeze the small wine cup, that's the most exciting thing."

The old branch secretary gave him a thumbs up: "This old man's words are reasonable. If you don't mind, then you all go to my house!"

So the villagers surrounded these guests and strolled lively to the old party secretary's new house.

Liu Qingshan saw that Haizi followed him, so he didn't stop him, and told him to get in touch with the villagers more.

The rest are Liu Qingshan's family members, the young ones are carrying their things, the fourth ones are leading the way and heading home.

From afar, the family's big dog came up to him, wagging its tail, and kept babbling.

All the family members disappeared, and it thought it was not needed.