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Liu Qingshan led the group to the village headquarters, but as a result, fewer and fewer people left. People like Chu Yunxiu and Lin Zizhou who came and went frequently were directly dragged away by the villagers.

Liu Qingshan's family was doing business, and the whole village followed suit.

It's not bad to disperse like this, Liu Qingshan didn't care about them, chatting with everyone while walking.

When they arrived at the team headquarters, there were only 20 people left. They went into the house, took off their coats, sat down and drank tea and chatted.

Writer Lu and Gao Wenxue introduced a stranger they brought to Liu Qingshan.

This person is less than 40 years old, with long hair, just like bad young people in society.

But if you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are deep, which is a kind of rebellious criticism.

"You are Writer Wang, welcome to Jiapigou." Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand enthusiastically, this is the one he commissioned Writer Lu to invite.

Writer Wang Xiaobo reached out to shake hands with Liu Qingshan: "Why did you choose me?"

After he learned that he was selected as the winner of the "Jiapigou Literature Award", he hadn't thought about this question, so he had to ask it face to face.

"The Jiapigou Literary Award is different from other awards. We pay more attention to the future development of writers." Liu Qingshan explained with a smile.

He knew that the person in front of him was a maverick, just like a novel he wrote: a maverick pig.

Writer Wang nodded with a serious face: "Then I understand, thank you for your trust, I think, I will not discredit you for this literary award, and strive to reach the height of Writer Lu in the future."

To reach the level of writer Lu is to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. This is a proud writer, and also a writer with pursuit.

Liu Qingshan knows that the creative peak of writer Wang was in the 90s, and the era trilogy he wrote, Golden Age, Silver Age, and Bronze Age, are all remarkable works.

In short, in the group of writers, he is a very unique existence.

If it hadn't been for the sudden death of illness in 45, it would have been possible to win the Nobel Prize. You must know that Writer Wang was only [-] years old at that time, which was the golden age of creation.

Thinking of this incident, Liu Qingshan's heart also moved: Writer Wang seemed to have died of a heart attack, it seems that it is necessary to ask the dumb grandpa to help him take a look.

So far, the Jiapigou Literary Award has been held five times. The winners are Writer Lu, Brother Hai, a poet, Writer Yu, who writes about life, and Writer Chen, who lives in Bailuyuan.

It can be said that this award has changed the fate of writers and poets invisibly.

Although the masterpieces of writers Yu and Chen are still being created, once they come out, they will definitely shake the Chinese literary world.

After learning that this long-haired person is the winner of this year's literature award, the old branch secretary also came up to say hello.

Although Writer Wang looks rebellious on the outside, he respects the old man very much: "Old man, just call me Wang Er."

After speaking, seeing the smoking pipe and pot in the old party secretary's hand, Writer Wang was immediately happy: "Old man, your tobacco leaves smell very strong, I will try it."

Well, he was also a smoker, maybe his early death had something to do with this.

Soon Writer Wang got along well with the villagers. He had been to the countryside, worked as an educated youth, and worked as a private teacher. There was no obstacle to contacting farmers.

Liu Qingshan watched Writer Wang puffing and smoking a cigarette, and couldn't help frowning: staying up late and smoking are two major killers of the heart.

So I went outside to greet a little kid, and told him to go, please invite the dumb grandpa.

Soon, little four and five came in with a large group of dolls, the youngest was Xiaoyueyue, her cheeks were red from running.

"Brother, who is the doctor for? No need for grandpa, I'll try first."

Little Six yelled as soon as she entered the door, her small eyes scanned the crowd, they were all acquaintances, so in the end her eyes fell on Writer Wang.

Writer Wang pointed to himself: "Do you think I'm sick?"

Little Six stared at him carefully for half a minute: "You are sick."

Writer Wang Dale: "Oh, hey, then you have to talk about it carefully. If what you say is wrong, I won't agree and spank your ass."

He didn't know what Little Six was capable of, so he took it as a joke.

Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Second Brother Wang, don't underestimate Liuzi. You have studied in the United States, so you should know about MJ. Little Liuzi even treated him."

At this moment, Writer Wang also put away the smile on his face, and then bowed to Little Six: "Then I will trouble you, little miracle doctor."

Little Six cheerfully waved his little hands: "My grandfather is a genius doctor, I'm not good enough yet."

"Look, smell, ask, look, the first thing is to look, your lips are purple, which proves that the blood flow is not smooth; the eye sockets are blue, sleep is irregular, qi stagnation and blood stasis must block the heart."

The little six said one thing in the other, and stretched out his little hand to check Writer Wang's pulse, nodding while feeling the pulse:

"The pulse condition is floating and weak, and the heart pulse is relatively weak. When you are just about to fall asleep at night, do you occasionally feel jittery?"

Writer Wang Er nodded seriously, he is now convinced.

"Don't smoke, don't stay up late, and then ask Grandpa to prescribe medicine for you, and you should be fine." Little Six clapped his little hands, indicating that he had finished reading.

Writer Wang Er had a wry smile on his face: Are these two things so difficult?

"You must listen to the doctor's words." Little Sixth urged again, then put on his hat and cotton gloves, and followed Little Fourth and the others away.

Writer Wang Er sighed: "You are really a little girl like the wind. When you grow up, you must be a strange woman."

He likes Tang Chuanqi the most. There are many strange women in Tang Chuanqi, such as Nie Yinniang.

Liu Qingshan took over the conversation: "Second brother Wang, this matter is not a trifling matter, I will ask my master to take a good look at it for you later."

Writer Lu also nodded in agreement: "That's right, my body was thanks to Mr. Sun's treatment."

"Brother, the body is the capital of the revolution, you must not be careless, I am still waiting for you to surpass me."

"Okay, I'll listen to my brother."

Writer Wang Er nodded vigorously, and then laughed again: "This time I have received the bonus, I will buy more sunflower seeds, occupy my mouth, and stop thinking about smoking. By the way, is your bonus really 5 yuan?"

Writer Wang Er is currently teaching at a university with a moderate salary, so 5 yuan is also a huge sum of money for him.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "It's not 5 yuan."

"Let me just say, the prize money for the Contradictory Literature Award is only 5000 yuan." Writer Wang Er didn't care either.

Liu Qingshan continued: "Brother Wang won the Nobel Prize this time and donated 70 US dollars to the Jiapigou Literature Award."

"Then the branch secretary also decided that the cooperative would match another 70 US dollars, raising a total of 140 million US dollars, and set up a special foundation to use this money for investment."

"Bonuses are distributed according to the income generated by the investment, so this bonus may snowball, getting bigger and bigger, but from the beginning with you, Second Brother Wang, you can only get [-] US dollars."

Liu Qingshan decided to personally take charge of the investment of this money, not to mention anything else, it is very possible to increase it by dozens or even hundreds of times.

Although the amount was still [-], it turned into US dollars.

The current exchange rate is about 20 to [-], that is to say, [-] US dollars is more than [-] Huaxia coins.

so much?

Writer Wang Er was also quite surprised, and looked at the old branch secretary, Writer Lu and others, seeing that they all nodded together, Writer Wang became even more restless:

"No, no, it's too much, it's too much, I can't take so much."

After thinking about it, he said, "Let's do it this way. I'll just get [-] US dollars. When we were studying abroad two years ago, we still had some debts to pay off."

"The rest will be kept in the foundation as the principal. Brother Wang can donate 70 yuan. I don't have that much ability for the time being."

Everyone nodded again and again: It seems that this writer Wang Er is very honest, this is the true nature of a man.

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hands: "Second brother Wang, the bonus is just the bonus, this must not be less, and it still needs to be paid in the amount of [-] US dollars."

"But if you donate, you don't need to donate back. You can donate anywhere else."

Liu Qingshan knew that he couldn't start with this, because it would be more troublesome for future award-winning writers.

When it comes time for people to win prizes, should they donate or not?

"Okay, then I will build a school for the village where I jumped in the queue." Writer Wang Er quickly made a decision.

This matter is still very meaningful, so Liu Qingshan didn't care about it.

Not long after, the dumb grandpa also came over, presumably it was Little Six who told him about it.

Taking the pulse of writer Wang Er again, the opinion of the dumb grandpa is basically the same as that of the little six, but it is more detailed.

And also prescribed a prescription, mainly to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis and nourish the body.

This is a long-term process that needs to be done slowly.

"It's a worthwhile trip, it's more gratifying than winning an award." Writer Wang Er was also in a good mood.

The old branch secretary scowled: "Xiaoer, you mean our award is not important?"

"Old man, I don't mean that. Come on, let's smoke and chat." Writer Wang Er went to touch the cigarette again.

As a result, the old branch secretary coughed, which made Writer Wang Er very embarrassed: just now he vowed to quit smoking.

Quitting smoking is indeed a big problem, both physically and more importantly psychologically.

But in this regard, the dumb grandfather is an expert. He went out to tinker for a while, and soon came back with a small medicine bottle and handed it to Writer Wang Er.

After making a few gestures, Liu Qingshan helped to translate: "My master said, before you smoke, dip some liquid medicine into the back of the filter, or rub some medicine on your tongue."

Writer Wang Er is very addicted to smoking. He held it in for a long time and couldn't hold it anymore, so he said twice: "Then I will try smoking some cigarettes first."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Wait first." Liu Qingshan found a matchstick, dipped it in some concoction, and dripped it on Writer Wang Er's tongue.

Wang Er clicked his mouth, feeling that there was no smell, so he was relieved, he was really worried about the unpleasant smell that the old man would make for him.

So he lit a match, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

Including the old branch secretary, the surrounding villagers all looked at him with a smile on their faces, with a look of gloating on their misfortune.

9 Chapter Twenty

In the rural areas before, smoking was very common, and one of the three monsters was a girl with a big cigarette bag in her mouth.

The consequence of smoking is that it causes lung damage. In addition, it is winter in the local area and the climate is cold, so there is a common disease called bronchitis.

When winter comes, he knocks and coughs, his throat whimpering like a bellows.

Some smokers who have smoked for half their lives, and then they can't stand the cough, so they want to quit smoking, and everyone knows the difficulty of quitting smoking.

Mr. Zhang San of Jiapigou has this problem, and he always suffers in winter.

I quit smoking several times over and over again, but I didn't quit.

Later, the dumb grandfather researched a method, which is to prepare this medicinal liquid, and finally succeeded in quitting smoking.

So when the villagers saw that Writer Wang Er was still smoking, they all pretended to be watching the show.

Writer Wang Er didn't know why, so he felt that after the medicinal juice stuck to his tongue, there would be no adverse reactions and taste, so he didn't care.

He lit a cigarette and took a big gulp, good guy, he almost went down half way.

Just as I was about to inhale the smoke into my lungs and then spit it out beautifully, I suddenly felt a foul smell coming out of my mouth.

Good guy, this smell is like washing out a cesspit. Writer Wang Er was so smoked that he almost lost his breath. He quickly expelled all the smoke from his mouth, and then retched retching.

Liu Qingshan handed him a cup of tea, and Writer Wang Er took two sips and smacked his lips, only then did he feel much better.

He looked at Liu Qingshan suspiciously: "What's going on?"

"Smoking cessation medicine, the smoking cessation medicine prepared by my master, there is nothing wrong with not smoking, just take it if you smoke... hehe."

Liu Qingshan replied with a smile, although he didn't make it too clear, but Writer Wang Er still felt sick for a while.

The surrounding villagers who watched the excitement were also giggling: "This thing is only effective for quitting smoking. Use one to quit the other."

Someone brought in a dustpan of freshly fried melon seeds, and everyone continued to chat for a while, and writer Wang Er's addiction to cigarettes came up again.

The main reason is that there are a lot of people around who are swallowing clouds and fog, and it is really greedy to watch.

"I'll try another one." He pulled out another cigarette.

"Don't forget to apply the medicine." Liu Qingshan reminded.

Writer Wang Er used the filter tip of a cigarette butt this time, dipped it lightly in the concoction, and put it in his mouth. It was okay, but there was no reaction.

He couldn't wait to strike a match and took a sharp breath.

The stench just now surged up again, and Writer Wang Er wanted to resist, but it was too smelly. He ran out of the room puffing out his cheeks, wow, and finally vomited this time.

He was so angry that he cursed in his heart: What the hell is this thing? It doesn’t smell like anything if it’s not lit. It’s like eating manure when it’s lit.

Not to mention whether he still wants to smoke, he doesn't even want to eat now.

That is to say, when it was time for dinner, writer Wang Er also made delicious pig-killing dishes.

There were so many guests that the canteen of the team headquarters couldn't accommodate them at all.