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Liu Qingshan knew that Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu must be the mediators, and he kept this kind of favor in his heart.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone went to Liu Qingshan's house together, and the rest of the villagers dispersed after saying hello to Lin Zizhou.

Because he was entertaining cultural people, Liu Qingshan didn't go to the old house, but let everyone go to the new house in the west courtyard. The living room here is spacious enough.

After everyone sat down, they all stared at the table in front of them in a daze.

The shape of this table is peculiar, and there is a natural atmosphere in the simplicity. For a while, with the knowledge of these cultural people, they can't even tell what kind of wood it is made of.

This is the amber wood table that Liu Qingshan brought back from the mountain, seven parts natural, three parts carved, of course it is extraordinary.

Even the chairs around the table are old objects at first glance.

A few people looked at the furnishings in the living room again, and couldn't help being secretly surprised.

The small living room of more than 30 square meters is very simple and elegantly decorated: on the window sill to the south, several clivia plants stretch out their slender leaves, and one of them is blooming with bright red flowers.

On the east wall facing the door, there is a huge landscape painting with alternating colors. Once you enter the door, you can feel the momentum.

On the wall to the north, there is a row of exquisite Bogu racks, on which more than a dozen things are displayed.

"Qing Shan, your house is amazing." Writer Shu praised.

And Mr. Zhou walked up to the splashed color landscape: "This one has a bit of Mr. Daqian's strength of character, hey, this is really the master's handwriting, rare and rare."

He usually likes calligraphy and painting the most. Because of his father, he has a lot of knowledge. Looking at the inscriptions and seals on it, he is sure to be authentic.

"Sure enough, it has been a thousand years in 500 years!" Writer Shu was also full of praise.

Writer Shu's mother once worshiped old man Baishi as his teacher, so he also loves calligraphy and painting very much.

Everyone was admiring the painting when they heard a crisp voice: "Uncle Lin, and uncles and uncles, please drink tea."

Everyone looked back, but there were two pink little girls, one was holding a teapot, and the other was putting teacups on the table.

Followed by a smaller one, holding a small snow-white monkey by the small hand.

The little white ape was dishonest, and jumped onto the chair, sloppy, to help Shan Xing get the teacup.

Little Six quickly hugged it in his arms and poked its little head: "Xiaobai, don't break brother's cup."

Everyone smiled and sat down at the table again.

Xiao Laosi poured tea, Shan Xing passed the tea cups one by one, and said: "This is the herbal tea prepared by the dumb grandpa. Please taste it, uncles."

"Haha, Qingshan, you sisters are really sensible, hey, this teacup..."

Teacher Zhou was boasting, and his eyes were attracted by the blue and white teacup. He really wanted to see the inscription on the bottom of the cup, but the tea inside was too hot, so he couldn't drink it for a while, so don't worry.

After finally finishing the tea, Mr. Zhou quickly turned over the teacup. Sure enough, there was a handwritten inscription on the bottom of the cup: Guangxu Period of the Qing Dynasty.

Teacher Zhou played with the cup in his hand for a while: "It's a pity that it belongs to Guangxu. If it is an official kiln from the Qing and Three Dynasties, it will be even more rare."

The others were also surprised, and Writer Shu shook his head: "Qingshan, you are really willing to drink tea with this?"

Lin Zizhou also laughed: "And Xiaobai, aren't you afraid that it will be a disservice to him?"

Liu Qingshan smiled without saying a word, this tea set is the worst set in his collection of tea sets, that's why he took it out to entertain guests.

At this time, the fourth child suddenly interjected: "Hehe, there are more than a dozen sets of these teacups and bowls."

real or fake?Everyone was a little unbelievable, thinking that children were talking nonsense.

Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal: "Drink tea, everyone, this tea set, if you use it for tea, you can use it to its full potential."

Hearing what he said, everyone calmed down and sipped slowly. Not to mention, this herbal tea tasted quite special.

After a while, Zheng Xiaoxiao invited Writer Lu, Gao Wenxue, and Senior Brother Hai.

Literati and refined scholars, a cup of tea and a few gossips are quite leisurely.

The next morning, the Jiapigou Literature Award was finally held on the playground of the primary school.

In addition to these guests and the county and township leaders, almost all the villagers in Jiapigou, old and small, were present.

Liu Qingshan presided over the award ceremony, and there were not so many bells and whistles:

The first item, of course, is to raise the national flag and play the national anthem, which is a must.

Little Lao Si and Shan Xing raised the five-star red flag slowly, and all the little children in the village saluted as a team.

Those snot-nosed babies who haven't gone to school also raised their hands, but the posture was not correct.

Then the old party secretary announced the winners of the second Jiapigou Literature Award.

I saw the secretary's grandfather wearing reading glasses and a neat cadre uniform, walking unhurriedly to the podium in front of the national flag.

Er Biaozi in the audience hurriedly raised his camera, and together with the reporters, he snapped pictures.

The old party secretary first nodded to the following, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket in a dignified way:

"Then I will announce that the winner of the second Jiapigou Literary Award is..."

The old party secretary suddenly remembered that Qingshan told him yesterday that the checker looked up characters, and he forgot what he read when he was a surname.

Shan Xing, who was standing under the flagpole, saw that Grandpa Branch Secretary was stuck, and guessed what was going on, so he quickly whispered behind him: "Grandpa Branch Secretary, it's Cha, and it sounds the same as Zha Zhazi."

"Yes, the winner is Comrade Cha Haisheng, everyone welcome!"

The old branch secretary took the lead in applauding. He had not fulfilled his mission satisfactorily.

Brother Hai was about to go up, but Liu Qingshan stopped him with a smile.

I only heard the old party secretary start to read a long list of names, all of which belonged to the shopkeepers of various households, and these were all members of the jury.

The villagers actually came to hear this, and clapped their hands twice when they read someone's name.

As a result, the names of the winners were read in a few seconds, but the judges read them for several minutes, and they were regarded as sponsors.

When the old branch secretary finally finished reading the list, Senior Brother Hai walked up to the concrete leadership platform amidst the warm applause of the crowd.

He was still dressed as before, his long hair had not been cut, and he had not even shaved.

His face was still flushed a little shyly, and he bowed vigorously, saying thank you repeatedly.

After the applause subsided, Liu Qingshan continued to host the awards ceremony:

"Next, Mr. Zhou from the Writers' Association will present certificates to the winners, Writer Shu will present commemorative medals to the winners, and Reporter Lin will present bonuses to the winners!"

On the playground, warm applause rang out again, especially those little children, who slapped their little hands red: certificates!

The guests are staring at the commemorative medal on the small tray in a daze. It is carved with a golden green mountain dragon, golden.

Teacher Zhou, Writer Shu, and Lin Zizhou walked up to the stage one by one, but Senior Brother Hai's hands were a little too busy, and he won certificates and medals.

Fortunately, the little Laosi and Shan Xing in the back had good eyesight, and they all joined Senior Brother Hai, and the two little girls helped him carry the award certificate inlaid in the glass frame.

Brother Hai held the medal with his hands, feeling heavy, really heavy!

Not because it is made of gold, but because it represents the hearts of gold in the simple villagers of Jiapigou.

Even Writer Shu, who awarded the medal, felt a little envious of this heavy honor.

After shaking hands with Senior Brother Hai and taking pictures one by one, Lin Zizhou held the small passbook in both hands, handed it to Senior Brother Hai, and said congratulations.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you to the folks in Jiapigou, I am also the son of a farmer, and I love this land very much."

Senior Brother Hai's eye sockets were a little moist.

A few days ago, when Liu Qingshan went to school to look for him, Brother Hai still couldn't believe it completely.

But at this moment, he was struck by the lightning of happiness.

The audience once again responded with warm applause. The villagers below did not forget to take the opportunity to educate their children: study hard and win prizes in the future.

"Next, please give the winners a speech!" Liu Qingshan's voice also began to rise.

Senior Brother Hai held the medal in one hand and the passbook in the other: "I'm a little excited now, and I don't know how to express my feelings at the moment, so I will use a few poems I wrote before to bless all those who love me."

"Stranger, I also bless you"

"May you have a bright future"

"May your lover be married"

"May you find happiness in this world"

"May we face the sea, and the spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom!"

The villagers could still understand such simple lines of poetry, and they all responded with the warmest applause.

Liu Qingshan also clapped his hands in relief, he could feel that Senior Brother Hai's heart had indeed been sublimated.

A few poems, only the last line, a few words have been slightly changed, but it represents a completely different state of mind.

The original verse is: I only wish to face the sea, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

After careful reading, you can still taste the loneliness; but now, it represents the poet's mind, which is broader.

Just like Du Fu's "There are tens of thousands of mansions in a wide mansion, which shelters the poor and happy people in the world", the bigger the poet's mind, the higher the achievement.

6 Fifty Chapters Only For One Big Event

The second Jiapigou Literary Award finally ended successfully, at least in Liu Qingshan's view, it was a complete success.

For these guests who came to join in the show, the villagers naturally had to treat them well. The secretary's grandfather was still trying to kill a pig, but Liu Qingshan stopped him.

There is still a lot of pork left from the pigs killed two days ago. Today, the game is the main one.

The villagers stewed a few wild geese, roe deer meat, fresh fish caught in winter in the reservoir, fried some mountain delicacies, and stewed a large pot of husky toad.

This big table dish is definitely high-end.

Even the well-informed Writer Shu and Teacher Zhou all ate to their heart's content.

In the following two days, Lin Zizhou and his fellow reporters were not idle, and went deep into the villagers' homes to conduct interviews.

Lin Zizhou couldn't help sighing in his heart: Jiapigou is really up to date, this model can be regarded as completely established, with a step up every year.

In the evening, Lin Zizhou and the others also communicated with Liu Qingshan.

This is more casual, including what the parents say, you can speak freely.

"Uncle, is the advertising company going well?" Liu Qingshan asked casually.

"When you returned to the capital, you didn't go to look around, as if you didn't have any shares." Lin Zizhou's tone was a little dissatisfied, but his face was full of smiles.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and waved his hands: "As I said, I don't get involved in business matters. There is a strong woman like my aunt."

"It's not because of your good idea that the three-sided billboard was adopted by the Seoul Olympic Games, and it became an instant hit."

Of course Lin Zizhou knew which was more important. The domestic advertising industry has just started, and Tsingshan Advertising is now the industry leader.

Although the Olympic side did not earn much actual profit, it has formed a good reputation.

Some football leagues in Europe took a fancy to this three-sided advertisement and contacted the company one after another.

If they use it, they have to pay patent fees, and the accumulation of patent fees is not a small sum every year.

"By the way, your aunt told you to go to the company if you have time, and you should also study last year's dividend." Lin Zizhou also informed Liu Qingshan of one thing.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand again: "Don't look for me, look for the fourth and fifth."

After finishing speaking, he said seriously: "Don't be in a hurry to pay dividends, I am not short of money here, let's invest this part of the funds in the development of the company."

"Attract more professionals, especially design talents, and the audience's taste for advertising will become higher and higher in the future."

"Also, try to take down all the advertisements for the Asian Games, so that it will be completely stable."

Liu Qingshan still gave some guidance, and he doesn't care much about the millions of dividends.

Speaking of talents, he suddenly thought of another person: "By the way, I will call my aunt in a while and recommend a talent."

"Oh, Qingshan, if you can take a fancy to him, he must be not an ordinary person." Lin Zizhou also became interested.

Liu Qingshan laughed loudly: "Of course not ordinary people, sister Lin from Dream of the Red Chamber."

It is true that he is not an ordinary person. Even Lin Zizhou was a little surprised at this time, but he quickly regained his composure: "Isn't that an actor? It doesn't seem to be compatible with commercials, right?"

Of course Liu Qingshan would not tell him, that person is one of the earliest bigwigs in the advertising industry in the future.

He just said to Lin Zizhou: "I have contacted her, she is very talented in this industry."

Hearing what Liu Qingshan said, Lin Zizhou could only nod his head. What he believed most was Liu Qingshan's vision.

After chatting for a while, Liu Qingshan handed over a few pages of manuscript paper: "Uncle, please take a look and see if you can send it?"