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Liu Qingshan nodded. The Nobel Prize is basically announced in October and awarded in December.

At this moment, in Jiapigou, the villagers have already started a carnival.

Writer Lu was lifted up by the villagers and thrown into the sky with all his strength, his glasses didn't know where they fell.

"This award is amazing, it must be better than winning the gold medal in the Asian Games!" Zhang Dashuai's bald head seemed to be extraordinarily bright because of his excitement.

Zhang Ganzi snorted: "Let's not talk about the Asian Games, it's even better than winning gold medals in the Olympics."

"One Olympic Games, you can win several gold medals. I heard that no one in our country has ever won this award. Old Wang, what award did you win? I can't remember?"

Writer Lu finally got put down by the enthusiastic crowd, he muttered, "Where are my glasses, where are my glasses?"

"That's it."

Da Zhang Luo handed over the glasses, "Old Wang, I'm really sorry, I didn't look at it just now, and I stepped off the temple of the glasses, it's okay, I will find you an elastic band later, and it will work just as well."

Writer Lu waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, just change another pair."

"Yes, get a new one. I've heard that this Nobel prize is higher than our Jiapigou Literature Prize." Zhang Ganzi yelled again.

Dashuai Zhang became impatient when he heard this, and wiped his bald head vigorously: "That's not okay, our Jiapigou Literature Prize has also increased in price, it must exceed this Nobel Prize!"

However, it is not easy to surpass. The prize money of the Nobel Prize was 70 U.S. dollars at first, and then the prize money continued to increase. In the 20s, it reached more than [-] U.S. dollars, which is already quite impressive.

In the 90s, the bonus surged to 600 million crowns, worth millions of dollars.

Since then, it has gradually increased to 1000 million crowns, which has exceeded 100 million US dollars.

Writer Lu was equally excited. He waved his arms vigorously: "The prize money for our Jiapigou Literary Award should indeed be increased."

"All the prize money I won this time will be donated to our Jiapigou Literature Award!"

"Okay!" The villagers applauded thunderously. They had long regarded Lao Wang as a member of Jiapigou.

Writer Lu's mood was also very exciting. It was the Jiapigou Literature Award that changed his life.

The bonus of 5 yuan allowed him to completely get rid of financial troubles, and also saved his family, allowing him to devote himself to creation.

So he is very grateful to this small mountain village and to the Jiapigou Literature Award.

And the best way to repay this small mountain village is to donate the prize money you won, so that more people who have the same experience as yourself can benefit.

This is the feeling of writer Lu, and it is also the unique feeling of people in this era.

Their thoughts and behaviors have not been corrupted by money and fame, and each has his own unique personality charm.

"Okay, Lao Wang, you have this kind of intention, we can't just look at Jiapigou, and the cooperative will use some funds to reward award-winning writers!"

The old party secretary also stated that the public accumulation in the cooperative is now too much, and several million can still be taken out.

Dashuai Zhang also got excited: "Such a big happy event, we must kill a pig to celebrate, Ganzi, Ganzi, don't run away, catch the pig!"

"I'm just wondering, there must be another brother who wants to sacrifice, my life." Zhang Ganzi didn't run away, and Da Zhang Luo grabbed his collar, and he could only look up to the sky and sigh.

Liu Qingshan, who was at the wild vegetable factory, also received a call from the village. Since the village slaughtered pigs, he should not have dinner at the wild vegetable factory, and simply led Wang Zhenguo and others back to the village.

And these experts from the pharmaceutical factory were also invited to come. There was no room for two cars, and there happened to be small four wheels for delivering mountain goods.

"Brother Wang, haha, congratulations for getting what you want!" Liu Qingshan hugged Writer Lu and spun around a few times vigorously.

Only then did I realize that Writer Lu's glasses are very unique. Without the temples, half of the elastic band is tied on the back to cover the back of the head.

"Qingshan, the person who should be most grateful is you!"

Writer Lu was a little dizzy. He wanted to pat Liu Qingshan on the shoulder, but in the end he patted him on the forehead.

He knew best in his heart that without the help of Liu Qingshan, if he hired a professional team for translation and promotion, how would he have international influence?

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hands: "Brother Wang, let's not talk about this, do we need to change our glasses, don't wear them when receiving the award."

"It was trampled just now!" Everyone laughed together.

When Liu Qingshan saw Gao Wenxue standing beside Writer Lu happily, there was no jealousy in his eyes, only the joy of being a good friend.

So he walked up and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, come on, the next one may be you."

Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses hard with his hand: "I will!"

Later, Liu Qingshan introduced Wang Zhenguo and the others. As for the experts from the pharmaceutical factory, they usually come to Jiapigou to eat and drink, and they are basically acquaintances.

It's like Mason, who doesn't look outside at all. He went into the garden to pick a few tomatoes just now, and he is eating them.

Wang Zhenguo also heard about winning the Nobel Prize, and he has also read The Ordinary World.

Unexpectedly, the author actually lives in this small mountain village. Isn't he from the northern part of Shaanxi? Why did he come to the northeast?

There is only one thought in Wang Zhenguo's mind now: This place really is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Several foreign experts also came forward to express their congratulations. As the highest standard award in the world, the winners will naturally be respected by the whole world.

After exchanging pleasantries, they went directly to the team headquarters. In the yard, a big fat pig had been cleaned up on the chopping board.

Each household is dividing the meat. Each household, according to the size of the population, carries three catties and five catties back, which is enough to eat.

In the cauldron in the cafeteria, the pork bones had already been put on top, and large pieces of pork belly were also thrown into the cauldron.

All the big pots were used, the four big elbows were all braised, and the heart, liver, intestines, etc. were all boiled.

Two ribs are also stewed with soaked morels.

In addition, with wild vegetables such as mushrooms and fresh truffles, the dinner is very rich.

There are ten tables in the cafeteria, and many young and old people from the village have come, basically one or two representatives from each family.

Everyone gathered together to celebrate Lu's award-winning writer.

Only Zhang Ganzi was a little dissatisfied, and shouted:

"I counted with my fingers just now. From the beginning of the year to the present, pigs are slaughtered whenever there is a happy event, and pigs are killed whenever there is a happy event. I have slaughtered 25 heads. My brothers have suffered heavy losses."

After speaking, he gnawed hard on the big bone stick in his hand, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed it in his mouth.

"You can pull it down. When you eat it, you taste better than anyone else." Da Zhang Luo revealed the old story beside him.

"Isn't this turning grief into strength?" Zhang Ganzi dealt with it.

Dashuai Zhang took over the conversation: "I see you are turning grief into appetite."

If so many pigs are killed in a year, and two or three pigs are killed in a month, there will be basically no more meat.

While eating, Wang Zhenguo and Dr. Wu sighed in their hearts: It's really enviable to see how people live these days.

Although the shortage of pork in the past two years has not been as severe as in previous years, no one has eaten meat regularly, so they just open up to eat a few meals during the Chinese New Year and energy saving.

And it's not just meat, look at the dishes on other people's tables, fresh fish, mountain delicacies, venison, wild geese... everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, swims in the water, grows on the mountain, there is no shortage of them all.

No way to compare, no way to compare, let's eat first.

After drinking until dark, the banquet dissipated.

As the protagonist of today's banquet, Writer Lu drank too much for the first time.

There is no way not to be too many, you offer a cup, and he offers a cup, which cannot stand the crowd.

Liu Qingshan called a few young men, carried Writer Lu home, put him on the kang, and said: "Sister Wang, I am happy today, I drank more, take care of me at night."

"It's rare to be drunk in life..." Writer Lu muttered unconsciously.

Liu Qingshan was also full of emotion in his heart: Yes, Writer Lu endured too much suffering and pressure, which made him turn into a butterfly.

In many cases, the hardships in life are also wealth.

The next day, Liu Qingshan got up for morning exercises as usual, and when the master came back, of course he had to go up the mountain.

The dumb grandpa led the little six sons back to the wooden house on the mountain last night.

As a registered disciple, Wang Zhenguo also followed, apparently to discuss the prescription with the master.

When Liu Qingshan ran up the mountain, the dumb grandfather also led the little six to stand up in front of the wooden carving.

Big Bear also pretended to stand behind Little Six, raised his two front paws, and looked at Liu Qingshan wanting to laugh: Is this also practicing?

But Big Bear obviously wasn't paying attention, his small eyes kept aiming at Little Six's pockets.

And Wang Zhenguo got up too, yawning like he was talking with Master last night.

However, his face was full of excitement. Needless to say, his prescription must have been greatly improved with the help of the dumb grandpa.

"Little brother, next time you go to the United States, please call me." Wang Zhenguo said happily when he saw Liu Qingshan.

"That will definitely have to wait until next year. Old Wang, you should conduct experiments in the provincial hospital first, and write down the cases in detail."

Liu Qingshan knew that the United States looked at people with colored glasses, so it had to be convincing.

Wang Zhenguo nodded. He had already set his goal: to use facts to make those proud foreigners bow their heads just like Master did in treating AIDS.

After the morning exercise, Liu Qingshan ate breakfast on the mountain, porridge and wild vegetables, indifferently, containing the most simple way of nature.

When going down the mountain, Wang Zhenguo went back to the village with him. He wanted to go to the provincial capital immediately to try new medicines.

In his backpack, there are a few thick manuscripts, all of which are accumulated by the dumb grandfather over the years, and he needs to go back and experience them carefully.

When parting with Liu Qingshan, Wang Zhenguo asked for Liu Qingshan's opinion: "Little brother, should I ask Master to name this medicine?"

"Old Wang, this is mainly your research result. It is equivalent to your own child. It is better for you to name it yourself."

Liu Qingshan knew the master's temperament, so he didn't care about these false names at all.

Wang Zhenguo also understood what Liu Qingshan meant, and felt more open-minded in his heart, waved goodbye to Liu Qingshan, and set foot on the way home with that Doctor Wu.

For him, coming to Jiapigou this time has gained a lot, not only making breakthroughs in anti-cancer drugs that have been studied for many years.

More importantly, thanks to the dumb grandfather as a teacher, I have a deeper understanding of character.

In the next two days, Jiapigou became lively. The news that Writer Lu had won the literary award quickly attracted the attention of the media after it fermented.

The Songjiang Daily had the advantage of being close to the water, so they dispatched an interview team first, led by Lu Xiaolong's sister, Lu Xiaofeng, of course.

Then the reporters from the provincial newspaper also came, and finally even Lin Zizhou brought the reporters from the People's Newspaper.

With Lin Zizhou's current status, of course he didn't have to run away in person. He mainly wanted to visit Jiapigou, and he had too much affection for this small mountain village.

The wave after wave of interviews annoyed Writer Lu. After being interviewed by the People's Newspaper, he and Gao Wenxue played the game of disappearing.

The reporters from all walks of life who arrived later could not find anyone at all. When they asked people in the village, they all said that the two had gone out.

Information is poor these days, where can I find it?

Now that they are here, the reporter is of course not reconciled, so they interview the villagers, at least they can collect more anecdotes about Lu writers, no, it can be regarded as an explanation when they go back.

"What the hell, you ask what Lao Wang likes? I know this best. Lao Wang likes to eat my pork the most. He can write such a good book because he eats my pork."

The reporter looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, frothing from his mouth in vernacular, not sure how credible his words were.

Let’s interview another villager, this is a short man with a big bald head: “Tell me, fellow, how does Writer Lu work so hard to create?”

"Diligent, who said Lao Wang is diligent, this guy, he gets up late every day."

This answer also left the reporter speechless: These villagers seem to be unreliable.

It is better to interview the old party secretary in the village. Older people are sure to be accurate.

"You said Lao Wang, Lao Wang is a fastidious person, and has decided to donate all the prize money to our Jiapigou Literature Award."

Seeing the old branch secretary happily smacking his small cigarette pouch, the reporters sighed in their hearts: It was not easy, and they finally discovered valuable news.

Winners donate prize money, this is good, the glorious image of the writer will rise up at once.

Then I heard the old party secretary continue to say: "Our village can't ask Lao Wang to take the money himself, so let's make a regulation, and when the time comes, we will take more from Lao Wang."

The reporter was a little dizzy: "Comrade party secretary, do you know how high the prize money of the Nobel Prize is?"

The old branch secretary waved his hand: "It's less than 100 million US dollars, it's okay, our village can afford it."

The reporters all looked at each other in blank dismay: The people in this village seem to be really unreliable.

Chapter 9 This is not planting trees, it is money

Reporters were digging for news in Jiapigou, but what should the villagers do?

Three springs are not as busy as one autumn, especially in places like Jiapigou, where the mountains are surrounded by mountains, the manpower is simply not enough.

Being too busy, he hired a lot of people from Qingshan Town to help harvest the yew.

50 yuan a day, one meal at noon, if you can harvest it for a month, you can earn more than 1000 yuan.