Hello 1983

The villagers didn't agree when they heard it, and Da Zhang Luo shouted again: "We are barbaric, but we will not abandon our daughter-in-law and go back to the city to enjoy happiness!"

"We are barbaric, but we will not abandon our own daughter!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed at the woman: "Girl, tell me, who is the barbarian?"

There were quite a few old ladies from the village beside them, and they all chimed in: "You said that your girl looks pretty, but your eyes are not very good. How can you find a wolf like He Jiakang!"

"Ieyasu is not what you say!"

The woman shouted hoarsely: "Ieyasu is a graduate of a famous university. He has both good character and academics. He has a bright future. It's really not what you said!"

Heck, even the children around were staring at those two with disdain.

Who said that children don't understand good and bad? In the world of children, there are only two kinds of people: good people and bad people.

At this time, the old branch secretary finally spoke again: "He Jiakang, get out of here quickly, don't come to Jiapigou in the future, come and fight once!"

Those who can take the lead in a village are all tough masters, otherwise, the surrounding villages will bully them to death.

Over the past few years, the old branch secretary has gotten older and his temper has improved a lot.

"roll!"

The surrounding villagers also shouted, and the momentum was extremely powerful for a while.

"roll!"

The little old four waved his little hand, and the kids all followed suit, pointing at He Jiakang with their little fingers.

Liu Qingshan held the apricot in his arms, and looked at it happily: "Okay, these little guys have learned Yiyang Finger."

Even the two outsiders, Brother Dafei and Gangzi, also yelled a few times, feeling so happy in their hearts.

Seeing that he would not be beaten again, He Jiakang gained confidence, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the nosebleed on his face.

Then he said: "Old branch secretary, folks, I didn't leave to escape, but to change my destiny by my own ability. Is there something wrong with that?"

"I admit that I have really been sorry to Yuzhen and Shanxing in the past few years, but now that I am back, I will make up for them."

After speaking, he opened the car door, took out a leather bag, and took out a stack of brand new unity from inside.

He Jiakang lightly slid his finger on the coin, and there was a soft bang. The sound was so enticing that he could even hear the sound of swallowing saliva all around.

"Old branch secretary, half of the 1000 yuan is reserved for Yuzhen, which is my compensation for her, and the other half is divided among the villagers. After all, everyone took good care of me back then, thank you all gone."

He Jiakang bowed deeply, which made the woman beside him feel sweet: This is the Jiakang she is familiar with.

He Jiakang became more and more at ease: "Old party secretary, I came back this time to pick up Shanxing. She is my daughter. No one can stop the blood relationship, right?"

Glancing at Liu Qingshan who was holding the apricot, he continued: "Also, please give me a letter of introduction from the team. I want to break off the engagement with Yuzhen. That is a mistake at all, a mistake of that era."

Liu Qingshan looked at this guy with admiration, how thick-skinned this guy is to be able to say these nasty things in such an upright manner?

Seeing that the situation was somewhat reversed by He Jiakang, Gao Wenxue rushed over angrily and shouted:

"He Jiakang, don't think that you have a bit of bad money and just want to buy people's hearts. The crimes you committed cannot be washed away with money!"

Liu Qingshan wanted to slap his eldest brother-in-law. After all, he is a writer.

He Jiakang looked at Gao Wenxue and shook his head: "Xuexue, you nest in this small ravine with your face facing the black soil and your back facing the sky, your life will be completely ruined."

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hand angrily: "I've been an ordinary farmer all my life, and I will always despise you, a guy with a human face and a beastly heart, who is not as good as a beast!"

He Jiakang obviously knew Gao Wenxue, and knew that this person was a guy who accepted death, so he turned to the old party secretary and said, "Trouble you, you are getting old."

All eyes involuntarily turned to the old party secretary, waiting for his choice.

The old branch secretary straightened the brim of the blue hat on his head, and then gently stroked the thick stack of banknotes in his hand: "We Jiapigou, we are too poor—"

A smile appeared on He Jiakang's pig-headed face. He knew that the rural people were short-sighted, and if he dropped 1000 yuan, he would definitely knock them out.

I only heard the old party secretary continue to say: "We are poor, but we are poor and have a backbone. If I take your stinky money today, I'm afraid I will get my hands dirty!"

With a bang, the stack of banknotes fell heavily on He Jiakang's face, and then scattered and fell downwards.

it is good!

Liu Qingshan also roared: "We all have hands and feet, and we can make money with our own hands. Even if we earn a penny, we can spend it comfortably. Who cares about your ignorant money!"

Yes, don't want your ignorant money!

The crowd was furious, and only Zhang Po, pouted his head and stomped his back, and picked up the big unity.

He Jiakang felt a bit of comfort in his heart: there are still people who recognize the money.

"Pole!"

The old branch secretary snarled, my nephew, didn't he slap him in the face, a useless bastard.

Zhang Ganzi still kept picking up money, and he agreed with a playful smile: "Second uncle, you all say that money is stinky, but I thought, this money is not stinky either. Wash your hands and pass the money on.”

After finishing speaking, he handed a handful of money to He Jiakang with a smile: "My surname is He, I will return the stinky money to you this time."

you!

He Jiakang was so angry that he was speechless, he could only curse Zhang Ganzi in his heart for being a bachelor for the rest of his life.

At this time, Liu Qingshan walked up to him holding Shan Xing: "He Jiakang, although Shan Xing is your daughter, but now she is my sister, you should give up."

"Yes, Shanxing won't go with you!"

The fourth child also jumped out and declared sovereignty together.

He Jiakang said with a gloomy face, "You guys are breaking the law. Do you understand the law? Believe it or not, I'll go to the commune police station right now and call the police to arrest you."

He thought Liu Qingshan was half a kid, and was going to scare him.

Liu Qingshan wasn't too frightened, he murmured a few times: "The whole village has testified about this matter, and the commune police station also knew about it, and even transferred Shan Xing's household registration to my family's household registration book."

After hearing the responses from the people around him, Liu Qingshan continued to say: "The surname is He, thanks to your face, I still want to sue you. You and Qian Yuzhen are in a de facto marriage, and you want to get married again." Marrying someone else is bigamy, you can try it."

Now the old party secretary nodded again and again. Although he didn't know what bigamy was, he had made up his mind: He Jiakang would not be issued a certificate for this bastard if he was beaten to death.

What Liu Qingshan said hurt He Jiakang completely, and his face became grim: "Okay, you guys forced me, since you don't show affection, let's wait and see!"

He still doesn't believe it. With his current status and his girlfriend's family background, no matter whether he goes to the commune or the county, he still can't issue a divorce certificate.

Originally, when he married Qian Yuzhen, it was not officially registered.

After making up his mind, He Jiakang grabbed the banknotes handed over by Zhang Ganzi and prepared to get in the car.

Beep beep, a car horn sounded from behind, attracting everyone's attention.

Today is also an evil door. In Jiapigou, cars that are rarely seen in a year are gathered together today.

It was a green jeep, the kind called a 212, and it pulled up to the edge of the crowd and stopped.

Two middle-aged people got off the car, both of them had very strange faces, one of them was wearing glasses, Liu Qingshan had a vague impression, and knew that it must belong to a certain unit in the county.

The man swept his eyes, and when he saw Liu Qingshan, his eyes behind the lens were also brightened. He strode up and stretched out his hand:

"Comrade Xiao Liu, we meet again. I am Lao Lu from our county cultural center."

The visitor was very enthusiastic, and obviously knew Liu Qingshan, a small hero who had just made great contributions to Bishui County.

"Curator Lu, hello, hello."

Liu Qingshan remembered that when preparing to participate in the Canton Fair, the cultural center was mainly responsible for publicity, and had a little contact, but not much, so the impression was not so deep.

After exchanging pleasantries, curator Lu explained the purpose of his visit: "Xiao Liu, may I ask if there is a comrade with high literature in Jiapigou?"

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Yes, he is my eldest brother-in-law."

At the same time, Liu Jinfeng pushed Gao Wenxue quietly, and the latter walked over angrily.

Curator Lu immediately beamed with joy, stepped forward to hold Gao Wenxue's hands, looked him up and down, and wondered in his heart: If he didn't wear glasses and looked polite, would he have thought he was an ordinary farmer?

But he said enthusiastically: "Comrade Gao Xuexue, I have admired your name for a long time. I have read your masterpieces. You are indeed a great writer cultivated by our Bishui County!"

Gao Wenxue was still angry just now, he frowned and asked stiffly, "What do you want from me?"

This writer's temper doesn't seem to be very good, does he?

Curator Lu blinked his eyes, and quickly understood in his heart: Writers are the most individual group, understandable and understandable.

So he cheerfully took out a hard card, opened it, held it in both hands solemnly, and handed it to Gao Wenxue:

"Writer Gao, this is an invitation letter from Harvest Magazine to our county cultural center, inviting you to participate in the literature seminar held at the end of the year."

After finishing speaking, he still felt that he was not strong enough, so he added: "The standard of this literature seminar is very high. Even in our province, only one or two great writers are invited. Writer Gao, you can do something for us this time." Bishui County wins glory!"

Wow!

There was an exclamation all around.

The newcomers Gangzi and Brother Dafei are also a little stunned: the writer, Qingshan’s eldest brother-in-law, isn’t he an honest farmer?

Liu Qingshan glanced at Liu Jinfeng, and saw that the elder sister's face was also flushed with excitement, so he leaned over and said meanly: "Sister, if you are happy, just shout, no one will laugh at you."

"You're courting death, Sanfeng!"

Liu Jinfeng's beautiful red phoenix eyes stood up, and he expertly pinched Liu Qingshan's ear, but this time he only twisted it lightly, and it didn't hurt at all.

The one who was most shocked was He Jiakang. He stared at Gao Wenxue in a daze, but couldn't tell how this guy looked like a writer?

Just now, he laughed at Gao Wenxue, saying that he could only plan food in the dirt for the rest of his life.

But people planed and planed, and they turned out to be writers. Is there any reason for this?

It is no wonder that He Jiakang is jealous. In this era, writers have a lofty status in the hearts of ordinary people.

Gao Wenxue also took the invitation letter, read it once, and then turned to look at He Jiakang.

Seeing that He Jiakang's heart trembled, the look in his eyes was too scary, like a knife like a sword, like a pen in the hands of a literati, it can also kill people!

Chapter 83 Different Ways, Not Collaborating

"Director Lu, there is something going on in the village, my brother-in-law can't leave, why don't I accompany you to the house first."

Liu Qingshan saw Gao Wenxue's posture, and he would definitely not move the place before He Jiakang left, so he took the initiative to invite people from the cultural center.

That Curator Lu waved his hand: "No busy, let's take a look first."

He was also a little strange: Why do we comrades, precious writers in Bishui County, fight with others?

This moment must be supported.

So Director Lu said to Gao Wenxue with a happy face: "Writer Gao, our county cultural center needs young and promising writers like you, so before I came, I had already communicated with the county, and I wanted to put your The organizational relationship has been transferred to the cultural center."

If you transfer jobs, don't you just eat the food supply, serve the iron rice bowl, and become a national cadre?

Among the villagers, there was another burst of exclamation. This is the dream of each of them. They never expected that Gao Wenxue would realize it all at once.

Curator Lu is very satisfied with this effect: as long as the other party is not stupid, he will never refuse.

But unexpectedly, the Gao writer shook his head: "I am a farmer, and I have been a farmer all my life."

While talking, he was still staring at He Jiakang with his neck stuck.

The people in the village were also anxious. The old branch secretary and captain Zhang leaned over and tried to persuade him. The old branch secretary spoke first: "Literature, what are you doing with this white-eyed wolf?"

Captain Zhang also advised: "That's right, that's a pile of stinky dog ​​feces. When it's exposed to the sun, the surface will dry out. If you poke it with a stick, the smell will come out again."

He Jiakang next to him almost died of nausea: whoever said that the old farmer is not good, this curse is almost out of the water!

Gao Wenxue still shook his head: "I am not angry with He Jiakang, he is not worthy."

After speaking, he turned to Director Lu again, and said apologetically, "The main reason is that I'm going to the office, sitting in the office, drinking tea and reading newspapers, my will is worn down, and I will soon be lost to everyone."

Although these words are too straightforward and not very pleasant to listen to, Curator Lu is more convinced in his heart: As expected of a writer, this way of thinking is different from ordinary people.

So curator Lu nodded with a smile: "Okay, everyone has their own ambitions, I respect Writer Gao's decision, but the writer still needs to find an organization."

The most basic organization of writers is the Writers Association, in addition to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Gao Xuexue is still clear about this.

"Fill out two forms in a while, report to the regional Writers Association, and then report to the Provincial Writers Association. With the high level of writers, it will be a matter of time before you join the National Writers Association. I will congratulate you in advance."

After all, curator Lu can be regarded as a cultural person regardless of size, and his speech is still very pleasant.

Gao Wenxue has no objection to joining the Writers Association. After all, this is a good place for colleagues to communicate, and it also has a certain social status and influence.

Especially when dealing with people like He Jiakang, if there is a strong organization standing behind them, the fighting power will definitely increase rapidly.

Gao Wenxue just had a unique idea and wasn't really stupid, so he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

This also made Curator Lu secretly heave a sigh of relief: Fortunately, two goals, one of which is completed, and we can go back to the job.