Chapter 501 Jiapigou Literary Award (seeking guaranteed monthly ticket)

  Liu Qingshan finally returned to Jiapigou. As for the reception, it's better to cool off the little devil first, anyway, they are the ones who are in a hurry.

  In this day and age, not everyone can afford an investment of more than three million yuan. How can it be so easy to find a successor?

   It took him more than an hour to get home. When he was in middle school, he used to walk back and forth every day.

  It was already evening when we arrived at Jiapigou, and the small mountain village bathed in the rays of light seemed extraordinarily quiet.

  When we got home, we were having dinner, and when we saw Liu Qingshan, everyone was smiling.

  They have all heard Zheng Xiao’s novels: Sanfeng applied for Peking University, and Erfeng is the same university.

  Only Professor Wang is not satisfied. He probably won't receive Xiao Shanzi as a student.

   "Brother, eat."

  Shan Xing brought another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

   "Brother, Shan Xing and I will also be admitted to Peking University in the future."

  Smiling, the fourth child smashed a salted duck egg onto the table in front of the elder brother.

  Liu Qingshan plucked at her antenna braids, and touched Shan Xing's watermelon head: "Okay, you two must study hard!"

   After dinner, the eldest brother-in-law Gao Xuexue placed a thick book in front of Liu Qingshan.

  Looking at the two **** characters of "Longing" on the cover, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but pick up the book, stroked it gently with his hand, and could smell the fragrance of ink in his nose.

   "Brother-in-law, congratulations, you finally have a tome!"

  Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hands, and his thin face was full of joy: "However, the sales volume is not comparable to that of your big ship."

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It's incomparable, mine is like a shooting star in the sky, disappearing in a flash."

   "Brother-in-law, your works are different, and will shine in the literary sky for a long time."

  Actually, the sales volume of this "Longing" is still good, and it has now exceeded 100,000 copies.

  For such a work, the formation of a good reputation requires a process of brewing and fermentation, and it can be sold for decades.

  In comparison, things like those created by Liu Qingshan and the others have relatively short vitality.

  Gao Wenxue's eyes also became extraordinarily shining, as if they were stars in the night sky.

  Looking at Zheng Xiaoxiao next to her, her big eyes were full of admiration. In her hand, she also had a book of longing, which was autographed by Gao Wenxue.

   In addition, she also inscribed two lines of words: Desire to fly in the sky, the road is at the foot.

  Gao Wenxue had a lot of fun talking tonight, and chatted a lot with Liu Qingshan and Zheng Xiaoxiao.

   Speaking of his going to the capital to attend a literature seminar, he also met Lu Yao from "Life". The two of them, one grew up in the yellow soil and the other took root in the black soil, and their temperaments were very similar.

  Lu Yao is older, exactly one round older than Gao Wenxue. Gao Wenxue calls him Big Brother Wang.

   Both of them belong to the ox, just like two old scalpers working silently in the literary world.

  Because they share similar temperaments, they go out to eat and chat every night.

  Of course, they were all Gao Wenxue’s treats, and Brother Wang was not allowed to pay.

  When they chatted, they both understood each other's situation. It was really difficult for Lu Yao.

  Lunch is steamed bun rice soup with pickles, and at night is cooked noodles; let alone milk and eggs like Gao Wenxue’s every day, there are not even vegetables.

  Gao Xuexue also mentioned that Lu Yao also has a tome to be published soon, of course it is the ordinary world that no one can surpass in the modern and contemporary literary world.

  Although it has not been published yet, the first part has already been broadcast on radio stations.

  Liu Qingshan has been listening silently. His guidance to his eldest brother-in-law is actually following the path of imitating Master Lu.

   It's just that the eldest brother-in-law may be luckier, at least he has no worries about food and clothing, and can devote himself to creation.

  On the other hand, Master Lu’s fate was a bit bumpy, which made countless people who followed him couldn’t help but sigh.

  In order to devote himself to writing, he owed more than 10,000 yuan in debt, and his wife left him. In the midst of poverty, he created immortal works.

   But after winning the Mao Dun Literature Award, he didn’t even have the travel expenses to receive the award. No wonder he would angrily scold the phrase “Japanese TM literature”!

   It wasn't just this book that overwhelmed his life, but also the hard and difficult life that made him die young, only forty-two years old.

  Liu Qingshan thought a lot. Could it be that only the most difficult tempering can produce the most brilliant works?

  Like Du Fu's hut, Cao Xueqin's Red Mansion, and Lu Yao's world?

  He suddenly felt that he should do something.

  If you give money directly, I'm afraid it won't work, and the literati who pay attention to it all need integrity.

  Liu Qingshan thought about it, and suddenly his heart moved, and he brows brightly: "Brother-in-law, how about we also hold a literary award?"

   "Literary award, like the Mao Dun Literature Award?" Gao Wenxue was a little confused,

  Liu Qingshan nodded vigorously: "Yes, maybe we can set up a few more awards in the future like the Nobel Prize, but let's start with the Literature Award first!"

  Gao Wenxue pushed the glasses with his hands, always feeling that something was wrong.

   Auditor Zheng Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help asking: "Student Sanfeng, it seems that those awards must first be initiated by famous people. You..."

  She was too embarrassed to go on, even if Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan were famous now, they were obviously far behind.

  Of course Liu Qingshan understood. He blinked twice: "Not in the name of an individual, but in the name of our Jiapigou Cooperative. Yes, how about calling it the Jiapigou Literature Award?"

  Zheng Xiaoxiao was also shocked, her big eyes blinked for a long time, and then she gave a comment:

   "The Jiapigou Literary Award seems to have a strong local flavor."

  Liu Qingshan didn't care either: "The soil is a little dirty, but our bonus is high, brother-in-law, how much is the bonus of the Mao Dun Literature Award now?"

   Gao Xuexue still knows: "It's only a few thousand yuan."

  Liu Qingshan remembered it, it seems that the third time Lu Yao won the award, the bonus was 5,000 yuan, this is because in recent years, prices have continued to rise, so the bonus has increased.

   After that, it gradually increased to 50,000, and then it reached 500,000.

  Even if it is the later 500,000, it sounds like a lot, but it is actually not enough to buy a house.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand and said proudly: "Then our Jiapigou Literary Award, the initial bonus is 50,000 yuan, and with the increase in prices in the future, the bonus will continue to increase, so it must reach the level of the Nobel Prize. "

  After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. Looking left and right, he saw Gao Wenxue and Zheng Xiaoxiao both looked at him with strange eyes.

  In the current situation where 10,000 yuan households are relatively rare, a bonus of 50,000 yuan is definitely a huge sum of money.

  Liu Qingshan grinned: "Hey, no matter what, you must be called an award-winning writer. You can afford a house, you can live comfortably, and you can create with peace of mind."

   After finishing speaking, his hands were tightly held by the excited Gao Wenxue:

   "Sanfeng, if you really can do this, then on behalf of all the authors, thank you!"

  He is well aware of the hardships of the writer's profession, and when chatting with Lu Yao, he felt distressed.

   Looking back at myself, I was much luckier, and I suffered a bit in the past few years.

   "Then let's hurry up and start this award, and try to select this year's award within a month or two, and then distribute the money."

  Liu Qingshan is also in a hurry, there is no need to be in a hurry, Lu Yao's body has been destroyed in the past two years.

   "Sanfeng, are you in a hurry, you have to collect works, and then organize judges to conduct evaluations, no matter what, it will take more than half a year."

   Gao Wenxue is an insider after all, and knows these procedures well.

  Zheng Xiaoxiao also added: "Qingshan, how do I feel, you seem to want to send the money now?"

  Liu Qingshan glanced at him with a smile: "Of course, the first Jiapigou Literary Award is going to be awarded to Comrade Gao Wenxue and Comrade Liu Qingshan, why not hurry?"

  Although she knew that he was joking, Zheng Xiaoxiao still gave him a supercilious look: "I've never seen someone so thick-skinned, awarding himself an award."

  Liu Qingshan didn't care, and he pulled Gao Wenxue away: "Let's go to the old party secretary and the captain first, and we will settle this matter tonight."

  After all, the name of the Jiapigou Cooperative is to be used. Although Liu Qingshan is going to pay the money, he has to inform the two family members.

   After a while, several people got together at the village head, and Captain Zhang asked excitedly:

   "Qingshan, have you come up with a good idea to make a fortune again, just tell me, everyone will definitely listen to you!"

  The development of Jiapigou today is of course inseparable from Liu Qingshan's golden ideas. Everyone has great confidence in him.

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle Captain, this time it's a waste of money."

  Captain Zhang waved his hand proudly: "It's time to spend money. Earning money is for spending. The more you spend, the more talent you earn. What's this called?"

   "It's called investment." The old branch secretary said quietly, taking a sip of the small cigarette pouch slowly.

  The public accumulation of the cooperative is also hundreds of thousands, so the two heads of the family are now a bit rich and powerful.

   "Grandpa Party Secretary, Uncle Captain, I'm afraid I won't be able to recoup the investment this time."

  Liu Qingshan briefly talked about the establishment of the Jiapigou Literary Award.

  After hearing this, the old branch secretary's eyes lit up: "Qingshan, I understand what you mean. This is a great thing to expand our reputation in Jiapigou. Grandpa supports you!"

   "This is similar to selecting model workers, and I support it too!"

  Captain Zhang also raised his hand, and then added: "It's just that the bonus is a little higher, but don't punish too many people. If ten or eight people are judged a year, then our cooperative can't afford it."

  Liu Qingshan was also amused, and Gao Wenxue added: "There are only one or two a year, and Qingshan pays for it."

  The old party secretary was not happy when he heard that: "That's not okay. How can we ask Qingshan to pay for the famous Jiapigou? Don't worry, our cooperative can still afford it."

  When I was poor in the past, I hoped to make money; now that I have money, I have to think about how to spend it. Regardless of his age, the old branch secretary still knows it well.

   Such a way of spending money is definitely beneficial to Jiapigou, and must be strongly supported.

  The matter was settled like this, and the old party secretary seemed to be more attentive than Liu Qingshan, and quickly set up the judging committee. Several members of the village committee were judges.

  Of course, there are also two experts, Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan.

  Captain Zhang and Judge Zhang were the first to speak and said: "Let me mention a book first, everyone's staff and staff, I heard a good novel on the radio these days..."

  The boss uncle also nodded again and again: "Yes, Yue Fei's biography is indeed good, I agree to award Liu Lanfang."

  The old branch secretary knocked on the table: "It's still Lao Yuan's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, it sounds exciting."

  Liu Qingshan and Gao Xuexue looked at each other: something seems wrong, right?

  Captain Zhang shook his hand vigorously: "It's not from our Northeast area, it seems to be from Nagada on the Loess Plateau, or the one with Sun Shaoping and Sun Shaoan in it. What's the title of the book?"

   "Ordinary world." Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses and said hastily.

  Captain Zhang slapped his thigh vigorously: "Yes, this is the book. This one is very pleasant. It's the same as our Jiapigou used to be. It's clinkingly poor, but the people there are all motivated."

  Look, the eyes of the masses are discerning, what is an excellent work?

  What the masses like is a good work.

  Liu Qingshan was also very pleased: "Then it's decided, our first Jiapigou Literary Award will be awarded to the book The Ordinary World."

   "Zhong, Qingshan, what you said is definitely not bad."

  Everyone raised their hands in unison.

   Such an award involving 50,000 yuan was actually decided in just a few words.

   It made Liu Qingshan a little surprised, and Gao Wenxue kept blinking his eyes: he didn't want to fight for this award, but mainly because he felt that it seemed a bit too hasty and too childish.

  But thinking about the winners and the winning works, he respects and admires the most, so he didn't raise any objections.

  After everyone made a decision, the old party secretary remembered one thing: "Then we have to inform the author to come to Jiapigou to receive the award. How can I contact him?"

  Boss Che's mind was active: "Should I still have to invite some reporters or something to promote it well, 50,000 yuan?"

   "By the way, we need to get a grand prize, stamped with the stamp of our cooperative."

  Captain Zhang recalled the procedure of participating in the Model Worker Conference, and thought that would be good.

  Maybe he can sit on the rostrum to present an award, which is also enjoyable.

  Looking at how enthusiastic everyone is, Liu Qingshan is of course very happy. Sending the money to the hands earlier can also change the status quo earlier.

  The matter of contacting the writer fell on Gao Wenxue, who had Lu Yao's contact information.

   I still had to contact the reporter. According to the old party secretary's intention, it would be better to invite Lin Zizhou, but Liu Qingshan stopped him. It's better to keep a low profile about this kind of thing.

  Your bonus is so high that it compares to other literature awards.

  Besides, literati look down on each other. When the time comes, some people will be hot-eyed, their mouths will be crooked, and they will make irresponsible remarks, which is not beautiful.

  After thinking about it for a while, I just need to make a phone call to Lu Xiaofeng in SJ City. This young female reporter is Lu Xiaolong's sister, and she is also one of her own.

   They are all off work now, just contact Lu Xiaofeng tomorrow.

  As for Gao Xuexue, he began to contact Lu Yao impatiently.

  According to him, at the moment Writer Lu is staying in a coal mine, experiencing life while creating.

   It was a difficult call, and it took me a long time to go back and forth before I found the right owner.

  Gao Wenxue announced the good news excitedly: "Brother Wang, congratulations, you have won an award!"

  A simple voice came from the other end of the phone: "What prize? No, I don't have money to pay for the trip."

  Liu Qingshan, who was sitting by the side and listening, inexplicably felt sore in his heart.

  Old branch secretary Captain Zhang and the others also looked at each other, Captain Zhang scratched the back of his head: "I thought all writers were rich?"

  Gao Wenxue continued to say cheerfully: "Brother Wang, you don't come to claim the 50,000 yuan bonus."

   "What, how much?"

   "Fifty thousand!"

"real or fake?"

   "It's true!"

   "Okay, brother literature, I believe you, I'll pay for the travel expenses, when will you give out the awards?"

  I haven't researched this just now, so Gao Wenxue turned to the old party secretary and asked, "When shall we present the awards?"

  The old party secretary and the others looked at Liu Qingshan again, and Liu Qingshan thought about it: "Whenever he comes, we will present the award at that time."

  (end of this chapter)