Hello 1983

Gangzi said with a heartless smile.

Liu Qingshan gave him a blank look: "Didn't you see guests coming to the house, and I will stew this big vole for you in a while."

Eating rats?

Gangzi looked at the half-bitten tomato in his hand, and suddenly felt that it was not delicious?

Chapter 81 You are not qualified to be a father

In the area of ​​Jiapigou, there are many legends related to weasels, such as why Huang Daxian is charming, what Huangpizi is begging for title, etc.

In short, in the minds of ordinary people, the weasel is a very evil animal.

Liu Qingshan didn't believe it at first, but what happened today really overturned his original cognition.

Presumably, this weasel should be the one he let go, so he really knows how to come back to repay his favor?

Some behaviors of animals are very confusing, even zoologists can't understand, Liu Qingshan will not waste those brain cells, as long as they are not here to steal chickens.

Liu Jinfeng was about to pick up the big field mouse with a shovel and throw it outside the gate.

Liu Qingshan patted the big yellow dog, and this guy happily ran away with a dead mouse in his mouth, looking like that, maybe he was looking for a good meal.

It is said that a dog picking up a mouse is nosy, but a dog in this day and age eats a mouse.

In the big pot of the courtyard, stew the old hen, put more hazel mushrooms in it, and when it is almost cooked, add some vermicelli, it will be a delicious meal.

Liu Qingshan squatted in front of the stove, chatting with Brother Fei and Gangzi while lighting the fire.

Since the two brothers want to do business, that's not bad. They should exercise first, accumulate some experience, and when the border trade opens, they can venture out.

However, they are now in the clothing business, and they get the goods directly from Chuncheng, so they basically don't make much profit.

If it can't be sold, it's in your hands, and you might have to lose money.

So Liu Qingshan pointed out a clear way for them: go directly to the wholesale market in Yangcheng to get the goods.

After seeing Liu Qingshan's pair of jeans, which were of better quality than the ones he was wearing, Gangzi was completely tempted: a pair is a profit of more than ten yuan.

But asking him to go to Yangcheng, where he is not familiar, is a bit timid, and his mentality is roughly the same as that of rural people going to the city.

And there was another big problem: the hundreds of dollars he had on hand had already been put into the goods, and there was no cash flow.

Liu Qingshan entered the room and rummaged in the cabinet for a while, and found two business cards, which he asked for from the small boss in the wholesale market when he was wandering around Yangcheng, unexpectedly they would come in handy.

Holding a beautiful business card, Gangzi couldn't help praising him: "The people over there are still amazing, look at the printing on this thing, it's the big boss at a glance."

On their side, the business card has not yet risen.

As for the funds, Liu Qingshan also helped solve part of it. He still has 2000 yuan in spare cash on hand, and he plans to give Brother Fei [-] yuan.

"Then let's count as a partnership. You contribute money, we contribute, and then we earn half and half."

Of course, Brother Fei would not take advantage of this little brother, so he came up with such a way.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "If you lose money and make money, don't worry too much about it. Just practice your hands. Now it's just a small fight. The day of making big money is coming."

"Is this a small deal? One thousand and five hundred yuan is enough to buy more than 500 pairs of jeans!"

Gangzi felt that Brother Qingshan was good at everything, knowledgeable and capable, but his words were too loud.

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes at him: "It's winter, what kind of jeans do you wear? Look who is wearing a big padded jacket and two cotton trousers with a pair of jeans on top?"

"Then what are you getting?"

Gangzi thought about it for the same reason, and suddenly felt worried again.

"Let's buy a batch of Chinese tunic suits. Here, this year is the first year of contract production. Everyone has a little spare money on hand, and many people get married in winter."

Liu Qingshan remembered that in the past few years, Chinese tunic suits have been sold like crazy, and most of the old men in the family have bought a set.

I sell tunic suits in winter, and jeans in other seasons, at least I can’t lose money.

When they first arrived, Brother Fei and Gangzi were still full of worries. They were in the lost stage of starting a business and couldn't find their goals and directions.

As a result, after chatting with Liu Qingshan, they suddenly became enlightened. They dare not say that they will definitely succeed. At least they can feel that success is not far away, beckoning to them.

It really was a worthwhile trip!

Wu Jianjun patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder vigorously: "Good brother!"

Gangzi was also in a good mood, sniffing his nose with a playful smile: "This little chicken stewed with mushrooms is really delicious."

Beep beep!

A car horn sounded suddenly, and even Liu Qingshan stood up and looked on the avenue.

A white car drove slowly to the west of the village, followed by a group of three- and five-year-old children, yelling as they ran.

"Look at Qingshan, the big cadres who don't know where they came from, wouldn't they be looking for our family?"

Liu Jinfeng temporarily acted as a fire girl, and Liu Qingshan and the others went out together.

"Fuck, it's the Volga of the old man, this car is quite high-end!"

Gangzi yelled.

That's right, in those days, a Volga was considered a limousine.

Looking at the man who got out of the car, Liu Qingshan silently clenched his fists: This guy, really has the face to come back?

It was a man in his 20s with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

There is also a pair of tea-colored mirrors on the bridge of the nose, and he is wearing a windbreaker. In this small mountain village, he looks so personable, like a person from another world.

"He Jiakang!"

It was Gao Wenxue's voice that came over. Hearing this voice, he seemed extremely excited.

The man in the windbreaker followed the prestige, raised his right hand and waved: "Literature, you are still here. Look at you, you are becoming more and more like a farmer."

When Gao Wenxue rushed to the front, the man in the windbreaker still opened his arms gracefully, ready to hug Gao Wenxue. After all, he was an educated youth who used to live together.

Snapped!

A loud slap hit the unprepared man in the windbreaker on the cheek.

"He Jiakang, you bastard, you still have the face to come back!"

Gao Wenxue roared, hugged each other like crazy, and started fighting.

What's the situation, do you want to help?

Brother Fei and Gangzi looked at Liu Qingshan at the same time, and they could see that Xiaoshanzi's elder brother-in-law had never fought a war at all, he was really a novice.

"Five stresses and four beauties are being advocated now. Fighting is wrong, hurry up!"

Liu Qingshan had never seen his eldest brother-in-law fight, and he was obviously out of breath today.

All because of this man who got out of the car.

He Jiakang, one of the three former educated youths in Jiapigou, the scumbag who took Qian Yuzhen's quota to return to the city, Shan Xing's biological father!

Just as Gangzi was about to fight, he saw Liu Qingshan directly hugging the arm of the man named He Jiakang, allowing Gao Wenxue in front of him to punch and kick.

I get it, I get it, isn't it just a biased frame.

Gangzi also jumped over, stretched out his hand to grab He Jiakang's other arm, and kept yelling: "Don't hit, don't hit your eyes, if you hit again, your eyes will become black and blue, you can't hit your nose!" , nosebleeds..."

With his reminder, Gao Wenxue's punches gradually gained a clear purpose.

And He Jiakang's screams sounded like it was the twelfth lunar month, Jiapigou slaughtering pigs.

He Jiakang, who was still well-dressed and handsome just now, became extremely embarrassed in a blink of an eye:

His eyes were also swollen, and his nose was bleeding, and the beige windbreaker was covered with blood spots.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

Another woman got out of the car, yelling loudly.

The driver of the car also got out, and the woman immediately yelled, "Xiao Wang, fire the gun!"

Liu Qingshan's eyes couldn't help but twitch: It's still equipped with a gun!

"I want to see, who the hell dares to shoot in Jiapigou!"

An old and domineering voice also sounded.

The young driver looked around and saw several shotguns and cannons, so he could only helplessly raise his hands, cursing in his heart: What kind of person is this, he is too big!

After the old party secretary yelled, he walked over step by step. Seeing this, Gao Wenxue also pushed his glasses, and stopped his fists out of breath.

Only at this time did he feel that his fist was burning, a little painful, and swollen!

"Secretary, your boss is finally here!"

He Jiakang recognized the old party secretary at a glance, and he did have one now, the other one was swollen like a wasp sting.

"you're back!"

The old branch secretary went up to him, slapped He Jiakang hard, and cursed:

"You bastard, you still have the face to come back, don't think of going out of Jiapigou today!"

Well played!

Liu Qingshan also applauded secretly in his heart, unexpectedly, the old branch secretary who is always smiling, has such a domineering side.

"Stop fighting, why are you doing this!"

The woman threw herself in front of He Jiakang, opened her arms, and protected him behind her.

Other villagers also began to condemn one after another, and the loudest one was Da Zhang Luo:

"Hey, He Jiakang, you abandoned your wife and daughter, drove Yuzhen crazy, made Shanxing homeless, and sent back five people with a shy face, why don't you die of plague!"

"Cut this Chen Shimei to death!"

"Yes, cut him to death!"

Once public anger breaks out, it will be like a flood. He Jiakang is really afraid of being beaten to death here. He still has a bright future.

He shivered and hid behind the woman, when he suddenly saw a group of children surrounding him, among them was a young figure who was vaguely familiar.

He Jiakang yelled quickly: "Shan Xing, my good daughter, father is here to pick you up!"

dad?

Shan Xing was walking home from school holding hands with the fourth child, when she suddenly heard this unfamiliar but familiar word, she froze there for a moment, staring at the person in front of her with her big eyes.

"Who are you?"

The fourth little boy stood in front of Shan Xing, looking at the man who was beaten into a pig's head warily.

When He Jiakang lived in Jiapigou, she was still young, so she hardly had any impression.

"Shan Xing, it's me, I'm Dad."

He Jiakang took out a photo from his shirt pocket as if grasping at straws:

It was a group photo of a family of three: in the photo, Qian Yuzhen still smiled so happily, and Shan Xing, who was just two years old, also smiled so sweetly.

"dad--"

Shan Xing's face turned pale, she muttered softly, then shook her little head vigorously:

"I don't have a father, I only have a brother now!"

As she spoke, she pressed her lips together tightly, ran to Liu Qingshan in a few steps, and grabbed his big hand.

Patta, papa, Liu Qingshan felt hot tears dripping onto the back of his hand.

He leaned over and picked up Shan Xing, hugged her tightly in his arms, gently pressed her face against her, and then smiled coldly at He Jiakang:

"A person like you is not qualified to be a father, get out!"

Chapter 82 Twists and Turns

"Ieyasu, let's go, these rural people are too barbaric!"

The woman dragged He Jiakang, she couldn't understand why He Jiakang, who was so outstanding in her eyes, came here and turned into trash all of a sudden.

"You say we are barbaric?"