Hello 1983

"Qingshan, this is Writer Yu." Gao Xuexue introduced to Liu Qingshan.

"Hello, hello, welcome to Jiapigou."

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook hands. This is the winner of this year's Jiapigou Literature Award.

The later masterpieces mainly include Alive and Xu Sanguan Selling Blood. Since last year, he has been studying at Lu Xun Academy of Literature, so Liu Qingshan entrusted Gao Lingfeng to invite people to Jiapigou. Unexpectedly, these singers also came to join in the fun.

Writer Yu is one year younger than Gao Wenxue. He has small eyes and a simple and honest appearance. He shook hands with Liu Qingshan very politely.

Liu Qingshan introduced the old branch secretary, Captain Zhang and others. Seeing that there were many foreigners present, Writer Yu couldn't help feeling uneasy: Could there be foreigners judging awards together?

He was born in an ordinary small county in the south, and he liked literature since he was a child.

After resuming the college entrance examination, he took the college entrance examination, but failed, and was arranged by his family to work as a dentist in the town.

Later, I began to write short stories one after another, and became famous, so I was transferred to the Cultural Center, and last year I went to the Academy of Arts for further study.

By the way, among the classmates, there is one named Mo Yan.

Writer Yu is still somewhat self-aware. In terms of fame and influence, he feels that he is far behind both Writer Lu and Writer Gao, and his creations are all short stories.

You know, in the literary world, if you don't have a full-length masterpiece, you can only be regarded as a small fish and small shrimp.

So he was a little surprised that he won the Jiapigou Literature Award.

After two years of fermentation, the Jiapigou Literary Award has already gained a high reputation in the industry.

Most importantly, the bonus is high enough.

Writer Yu also wondered: How did such a good thing happen to me?

With this kind of question in mind, he was just about to ask the unreasonably young Mr. Liu in front of him, when Liu Qingshan told his elder brother-in-law to lead the guests to dinner first.

Writer Yu could only keep his doubts in his mind for the time being. After the meal, he heard the singers chattering, saying that they wanted to see the dividends of the cooperative, so they all crowded into the conference room.

I saw the boss uncle in front, who was reading about the income of the cooperative this year, when he was yelled at by Zhang Ganzi:

"Boss, hurry up and divide the money, the money grabbers are coming!"

Everyone burst into laughter, the small stool squeezed in front of Zhang Ganzi, and stretched out a small hand to him: "Hand over all the banknotes and passbooks!"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing because he remembered the later line: IC IP IQ card, tell me the password.

Zhang Ganzi smiled hippie: "Wait a while, when I get the money, I will donate 1 yuan to you, but you still have to sing us the song "The Little Girl Under the Streetlight."

"Okay!" The little stool clapped his hands and applauded.

Singing is allowed, but donations are not necessary, as I have already made donations the year before last.

The owner of the car also finished reading the various incomes of this year, and according to the usual practice, he was the first to read Zhang Ganzi's name:

"Gaozi, the total income of the two of you this year is 32 yuan."

Wow, there was an exclamation in the house, and the villagers were also very excited: it has passed 30!

The outsiders were shocked. Professor Zhong, Professor Zhang and those students couldn't believe their ears. To them, this was an astronomical figure.

Even those foreigners, after being surprised, clapped their hands vigorously, and some whistled a few times vigorously.

30, converted into U.S. dollars, there are also [-] U.S. dollars. Among these foreigners, except for Kevin, an executive, the rest can't reach this income.

After Mason whistled, he took his finger out of his mouth, and muttered, "Whoever wants to say that this country is poor and backward, I will definitely give him a big slap."

Sure enough, staying here was not in vain, and even learned how to neck.

Writer Yu was also shocked. Now he finally understands why the Jiapigou Literary Award is so generous.

Even those singers clapped their hands enviously. They can be regarded as a high-income group, but except for Lao Cui, Sister Zhang and a few people, their annual income can reach this amount, and the rest are even worse. .

This year's dividends are higher than last year, because in addition to the original industry, there is also an additional income from truffles.

In addition, as the scale of the pharmaceutical factory and unified food factory has grown, the dividends received by the cooperative have also increased year by year.

Zhang Ganzi squeezed to the front, took the passbook, and waved it twice. Naturally, Er Biaozi clicked and took a picture of him.

After taking the photo, Zhang Ganzi directly returned the passbook to the old branch secretary: "Second Uncle, our family doesn't need this money for the time being, so let the cooperative continue to invest."

Da Zhang Luo in the crowd shouted: "The pole, you have to take it home first, warm it overnight, and hand it in tomorrow."

Zhang Ganzi thought about it for a while, and it was the same reason. He had to make his wife and children happy together.

Afterwards, every family began to come forward to receive money, and most of them earned more than Zhang Ganzi's family.

Those with slightly more shares all went for 40 yuan.

Of course, there are lesser ones, such as Shan Xing, who only received 20 yuan, and then happily handed it over to Lin Zhi, asking Erniang to keep it first.

"Oh, it's amazing that even children can get so much money!"

Foreigners can't understand it.

In addition, there are fewer teachers and teachers Wang Jun and Tian Jing who joined after the village primary school. They have all worked here for three years this year, so they have also started to participate in dividends normally.

But take the lowest value, which is about the same as the amount of money in the mountain apricot.

Now, even the two professors are a little envious: We two professors, can't we earn enough to be primary school teachers?

"Wei Tiezhu!" The boss uncle read Wei Tiezhu's name, and Wei Tiezhu stepped forward with his head held high, and brought back a passbook of 25 yuan.

Liu Qingshan introduced to the college students of the surrounding Chinese medicine colleges: "This Comrade Wei Tiezhu is from the Agricultural University. Professor Wang brought them to our internship and stayed here voluntarily."

The college students headed by Cheng Zhi opened their mouths wide involuntarily, and looked at Wei Tiezhu with envy, and many people's thoughts came alive.

Professor Zhong next to him smiled and coughed lightly: "Qingshan, you are planning to poach our wall."

Chapter 751 Success, we succeeded!

Liu Qingshan really has this idea of ​​digging the wall. As Jiapigou and Liu Qingshan's own industries increase and become larger, the talent gap is also getting bigger.

However, Professor Zhong didn't mean to criticize Liu Qingshan. If their students chose to stay, he and Professor Zhang would not stop them.

They even wanted to join Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory, especially Professor Zhong, who has retired now and was hired back to continue to exert his residual heat.

After the dividend meeting was over and the guests were sent away, Liu Qingshan had time to go to his eldest brother-in-law.

When I entered the room, I saw three writers sitting there drinking tea and chatting. It seemed that the conversation was very speculative.

Among the three, Writer Lu is the head, followed by Gao Wenxue, and Writer Yu is currently the most junior.

When Writer Yu heard that the works of those two had been published abroad, and they had also received a lot of remuneration, he was also very envious.

When Liu Qingshan came in, the three of them were discussing this topic.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said: "Brother Yu, if there is a chance in the future, I can also translate your works."

Later, he was alive and won the French Order of Knights, of course he has this qualification.

Yu Hua waved his hands a little awkwardly: "I'm still a little far away from Brother Wang and Brother Gao."

Liu Qingshan also sat down next to him: "Brother Yu, you have just entered the golden period of creation, and you are short of a masterpiece. Do you have any ideas recently?"

"I do have an idea. I discussed it with Brother Wang and the others just now."

Writer Yu didn't hide anything, so he just talked about one of his thoughts.

He wants to write about a person who has lived tenaciously through the great era. All the relatives in his life have left him, and in the end only an old cow is left to accompany him.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but his eyes lit up: Isn't this the one that is alive?

It is about being alive, but farewell to death again and again. It is about the endurance of human beings in the face of suffering and the meaning of life.

So Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Several writers, I want to hear your opinions on why people live?"

This question is about to rise to the level of philosophy, so the three writers are all in deep thought.

Writer Lu lit a cigarette, smoked it quietly, and said in an unhurried tone:

"Thinking about it, everyone's life is also a world. Even the most ordinary person has to fight for the existence of his world. In this sense, in these ordinary worlds, no one is ordinary of."

"I am alive, so I have to work like a cow and dedicate like the land."

In the curling smoke, Writer Lu expounded his understanding of life, and the other three people in the room couldn't help but respect him.

Even the most ordinary person has to fight for the existence of his world, this is the meaning of life.

Gao Wenxue also rolled a cigarette: "I think people should live for the beliefs in their hearts. Your beliefs can be to make your family and yourself live better, or to make society and the country better." good."

"If you have faith, you don't live in vain."

The other three people also nodded.

In the end, everyone looked at Writer Yu, but he shyly shook his head:

"I haven't figured it out yet, maybe when I figure it out, I can start writing this novel."

Writer Lu and Writer Gao were not disappointed, because they are both experienced and well aware of the importance of this point to creation, it is a soul-like existence.

"Qingshan, what do you think?" Writer Lu suddenly threw back the question.

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Writer Yu was a little surprised. In his opinion, this is something writers should think about. As far as he knows, Liu Qingshan is just a businessman.

Businessmen value profits, although Liu Qingshan doesn't have the smell of copper, but Writer Yu doesn't think that the other party has this qualification.

Perhaps seeing Writer Yu's expression, Writer Lu smiled slightly:

"Actually, the sum of the manuscript fees of the few of us can't keep up with the fraction of Qingshan's manuscript fee."

Writer Yu couldn't help blinking hard: "Mr. Liu, are you also a writer?"

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they wouldn't ask so directly, but most writers have their own personalities.

Of course, Liu Qingshan doesn't care: "I mainly cooperate with others, and most of them are published abroad."

Now, Writer Yu was even more shocked: "I also came into contact with a large number of works by foreign writers in the Faculty of Arts, such as Walden Pond, One Hundred Years of Solitude, etc. By the way, there is also a recent book The Shepherd Boy's Fantastic Journey that is also worth reading. "

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth twitched slightly: "When I published books abroad, I used the name Mountain."

With a whoosh, Writer Yu stood up all of a sudden, he stood a little dazed, touched the table, and the tea in the teacup dangled out:

"You, you are Mountain?!"

There was a strange light in Writer Yu's eyes.

He finally understands now: among the four people present, he is indeed the weakest one.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in Writer Yu's heart, but it was soon replaced by a strong unwillingness, and the unyielding energy in his bones was completely stimulated.

Liu Qingshan fetched a rag, wiped the table, and said while wiping: "I think that life is an instinct."

"Like a grass, a big tree, a butterfly, or a tiger, survival is an instinct."

With a slap, Writer Yu slammed his fist hard. He found inspiration in an instant, and shouted excitedly:

"That's right, people live for living itself, not for anything other than living."

Tossing and turning, muttering several times in his mouth, and then suddenly grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand:

"Thank you, thank you, for letting me grasp the soul of this work at once!"

Gao Wenxue next to him looked at this familiar scene with a smile, because he had a personal feeling: Qingshan is such a person who can get into the soul at once.

After the excitement, Writer Yu sat down again, the excitement and excitement on his face were still hard to calm down:

"Maybe I am not eligible to receive the Jiapigou Literary Award yet, but please believe me, when my new work comes out, I will definitely be eligible."

Liu Qingshan also nodded with a smile, of course he believed it.

The next day is Xiaonianer, and of course I eat dumplings in the morning.

Liu Qingshan rushed to the pharmaceutical factory early after eating, because trial production will be carried out today.

Everyone was also very concerned about this research, and as a result, a lot of people went to it.

When we arrived at Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory, we were eating dumplings there.

The main reason is that there are many people who eat dumplings and few people who make dumplings. This is because Professor Zhong and the others have mastered it.

Those foreigners are also very fond of dumplings, they are really the kind that can be eaten with a curtain.

"Liu, have you eaten yet?"

Foreigners also went to do as the Romans did, and greeted Liu Qingshan in such a language full of Chinese characteristics.

"Liu, try one. It's stuffed with vegetables. It's very refreshing."