Chapter 650 May we face the sea, and the spring will bloom!

   "Good!" Liu Qingshan slammed the table.

  Sitting on the edge of the kang, with his calves drooping and swinging back and forth, the little fourth brother was startled by the elder brother, and immediately reacted, jumping to the ground:

   "Hee hee, brother, little sister, how about adding a little girl named Xiaofeng?"

  Liu Qingshan was delighted: "Okay, in terms of styling, she also wears braids all over her head."

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  Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help holding her in his arms, rubbing the head of Xiao Lao Si vigorously.

  Liu Qingshan felt that the proposal of the fourth child was really good. Once Harry Potter was born, it was destined to become popular all over the world.

  If the ancient Chinese mythology system can be integrated into it, it will indeed play a very good role in publicity.

   You must know that China's mythology system is the most complex and colorful, and there are too many branches that can be extended.

  If the output is successful, it will definitely make foreigners stunned for a while.

   Until after dinner, they, big and small, gathered together to study, and the general framework was also established.

  But if she really wanted to start writing, Zheng Xiaoxiao would have to go back to the school library to check the materials in detail.

   To create a brand new magic system, there is still a lot of work to be done, it is not as simple as Balabala Little Demon Fairy.

  In the evening, Zhang Xiaozhong came to Liu Qingshan's house for a stroll, and saw that Liu Qingshan was busy studying the story, so he didn't bother him.

  Liu Qingshan led Zheng Xiaoxiao and the others to study for another day, and only then did they complete the outline of the story.

And that night, Lin Zizhou, a big reporter from the People's Newspaper they were waiting for, finally came to Jiapigou, which also marked that reporters from all levels of the country, province, and city were present, and the Jiapigou Literary Award would be officially awarded tomorrow. .

  Hearing that Lin Zizhou was coming, Liu Qingshan greeted him immediately, and of course there was Zheng Xiaoxiao, because reporter Lin Da was the elder of her sister-in-law, and also her elder.

  Lin Zizhou has been to Jiapigou many times. This time, in addition to interviewing Jiapigou Literary Awards, he also has a series of reports on deepening the great changes in the mountain village.

  Because Liu Qingshan told him on the phone that Jiapigou has become a 200,000 yuan village this year, otherwise, he, the deputy editor, would not have come in person.

  Lin Zizhou is very familiar with the villagers in the village. At the moment, he is surrounded by a large group of people, chatting on the road.

   "Reporter Lin, go to my house first. The bean buns are being steamed at home." Zhang Ganzi tugged Lin Zizhou's arm very familiarly.

  Of course he can't hide his little thought from everyone. Also, who doesn't want to show his face in the newspaper, even if he only has a name, he can hold the newspaper for several years.

  So Da Zhangluo took Lin Zizhou's other arm: "Go to my house first, I know you are coming, I have kept blood sausage for you, big blood sausage stuffed with fat sausage, old fragrance."

   After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to belittle Zhang Ganzi: "Your bean buns are still edible, they all smell like pig sweat and mud, and pig hair can be picked out from inside."

   The people who came with Lin Zizhou were a little dazed: This fellow is too enthusiastic!

  Lin Zizhou was very calm: "Everyone is very nice, I haven't seen you in a year, I really want to eat sticky bean buns and butcher dishes, I'll go to Qingshan's first to have a look, and then go to interview with each other."

   Okay, okay, everyone let go, surrounded by several people, and walked to Liu Qingshan's house together.

  Even a big dog beside the road wagged its tail at Lin Zizhou. It belonged to Liu Qingshan's family, and Lin Zizhou had fed it big bones.

   "Reporter Lin, you are familiar with the place, this time we will follow you to eat and drink spicy food." A middle-aged man next to him joked.

  A group of people were talking, when they saw Liu Qingshan coming out.

  When Liu Qingshan came to him, he was also taken aback for a moment, only to see a few people beside Lin Zizhou.

   "Welcome, brother Shu, you are here too, and these distinguished guests, welcome to our Jiapigou."

  Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, and seeing that Writer Shu was also mixed in with this group of people, he guessed more or less where they came from. He estimated that these people were all from the cultural circle.

   This is not bad, although he didn't intend to make the Jiapigou Literature Award a big one, but wouldn't it be better if it could be recognized by more people?

  While shaking hands, Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu introduced to Liu Qingshan. Sure enough, either the Federation of Literary and Art Circles or the Writers Association, this action can be regarded as an official recognition of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

   "Qingshan, this is Teacher Zhou from the Writers Association." Lin Zizhou introduced a middle-aged man to Liu Qingshan.

  Liu Qingshan shook hands with each other enthusiastically, but in his memory, he didn't seem to have any impression of this teacher Zhou.

  Writer Shu added next to him: "Teacher Zhou also came this time on behalf of his father, Mr. Zhou, who is the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

  Understood, Liu Qingshan quickly said: "Thank you Mr. Zhou for caring about our little award."

  Ms. Zhou is polite, but very polite: "My father is inconvenient, so I can only represent you and congratulate you on the Jiapigou Literature Award."

  Liu Qingshan knew that Lin Zizhou and Writer Shu must be the mediators, and he silently remembered this favor in his heart.

   After exchanging pleasantries, everyone went to Liu Qingshan's house together, and the rest of the villagers dispersed after saying hello to Lin Zizhou.

  Because he was entertaining cultural people, Liu Qingshan didn't go to the old house, but let everyone go to the new house in the west courtyard. The living room here is spacious enough.

  After everyone sat down, they all stared at the table in front of them in a daze.

  The shape of this table is peculiar, and there is a natural atmosphere in the simplicity. For a while, with the knowledge of these cultural people, they can't even tell what kind of wood it is made of.

   This is the amber wood table that Liu Qingshan brought back from the mountain. It is 70% natural and 30% carved, of course it is extraordinary.

  Even the chairs around the table are old objects at first glance.

   Several people looked at the furnishings in the living room again, and couldn't help being secretly surprised.

  The small living room of more than 30 square meters is very simple and elegantly decorated: on the window sill to the south, several clivia plants stretch out their slender leaves, and one of them is blooming with bright red flowers.

  On the east wall facing the door, there is a huge landscape painting with alternating colors. Once you enter the door, you can feel the momentum.

  On the wall to the north, there is a row of exquisite Bogu racks, on which more than a dozen things are displayed.

   "Qingshan, your house is amazing." Writer Shu praised.

  Mr. Zhou walked up to the splashed color landscape: "This is a bit like Mr. Daqian, hey, this is really the master's handwriting, rare and rare."

  He usually likes calligraphy and painting the most. Because of his father, he has a lot of knowledge. Looking at the inscriptions and seals on it, he is sure to be authentic.

   "Sure enough, it has been a thousand years in five hundred years!" Writer Shu was also full of praise.

  Writer Shu's mother once worshiped old man Baishi as his teacher, so he also loves calligraphy and painting very much.

  Everyone was admiring the painting when they heard a crisp voice: "Uncle Lin, and uncles and uncles, please drink tea."

   Everyone looked back, but there were two pink little girls, one was holding a teapot, and the other was putting teacups on the table.

   Followed by a smaller one, holding a small snow-white monkey by the small hand.

  The little white ape was not very honest, he jumped on the chair, sloppy, and went to help Shan Xing get the teacup.

  Xiao Liuzi quickly hugged it in his arms and poked its little head: "Xiaobai, don't break brother's cup."

  Everyone sat down at the table without realizing it.

  Xiao Laosi poured tea, Shan Xing passed the tea cups one by one, and said: "This is the herbal tea prepared by the dumb grandpa. Please taste it, uncles."

   "Haha, Qingshan, you sisters are really sensible, hey, this teacup..."

   Teacher Zhou was boasting, and his eyes were attracted by the blue and white teacup. He really wanted to see the inscription on the bottom of the cup, but the tea inside was too hot, so he couldn't drink it for a while, so don't worry.

   After finishing the tea with great difficulty, Mr. Zhou quickly turned over the teacup. Sure enough, there was a handwritten inscription on the bottom of the cup: Guangxu Period of the Qing Dynasty.

   Teacher Zhou played with the cup in his hand for a while: "It's a pity that it belongs to Guangxu. If it is an official kiln from the Qing and Three Dynasties, it will be even more rare."

  Others were also surprised. Writer Shu shook his head: "Qingshan, are you really willing to drink tea with this?"

  Lin Zizhou also laughed: "There is also Xiaobai, aren't you afraid that it will be a disservice to you?"

  Liu Qingshan smiled and said nothing, this tea set is the worst set in his collection of tea sets, that's why he took it out to entertain guests.

  At this time, the fourth child suddenly interrupted: "Hee hee, there are more than a dozen sets of these tea cups and tea bowls."

real or fake? Everyone was a little unbelievable, thinking that children were talking nonsense.

  Liu Qingshan raised his hand to signal: "Drink tea, everyone, this tea set, if you use it for tea, it is considered to be the best use of everything."

  Hearing what he said, everyone calmed down and sipped slowly. Not to mention, this herbal tea has a special flavor.

   Not long after, Zheng Xiaoxiao invited Writer Lu, Gao Wenxue, and Senior Brother Hai.

  A literati, a cup of tea, a few gossips, it is quite leisurely.

   Waiting until the next morning, the Jiapigou Literature Award was finally held on the elementary school playground.

  In addition to these guests and county and township leaders, almost all the villagers in Jiapigou, old and small, were present.

   Liu Qingshan presided over the awards ceremony, and there were not so many bells and whistles:

  The first item, of course, is to raise the national flag and play the national anthem, which is a must.

  Little Lao Si and Shan Xing raised the five-star red flag slowly, and all the little children in the village saluted as a team.

   Those snot-nosed kids who haven't gone to school also raised their hands, but the posture is not quite correct.

   Then the old party secretary announced the winners of the second Jiapigou Literature Award.

  I saw the secretary’s grandpa wearing reading glasses and a neat cadre uniform, walking unhurriedly to the podium in front of the national flag.

  Er Biaozi in the audience hurriedly raised his camera, and together with the reporters, he snapped pictures.

  The old branch secretary nodded to the following, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket in a dignified manner:

   "I will announce that the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award is..."

  The old branch secretary suddenly remembered that Qingshan told him yesterday that the checker looked up characters, and he forgot what he read when he was a surname.

  Shan Xing, who was standing under the flagpole, saw that the branch secretary was stuck, and guessed what was going on, so he quickly whispered behind him: "Grandpa branch secretary, it's Cha, and it sounds the same as Zha, the awl."

   "Yes, the winner is Comrade Cha Haisheng, everyone welcome!"

  The old branch secretary took the lead in applauding. He had not fulfilled his mission satisfactorily.

  Brother Hai was about to go up, but was stopped by Liu Qingshan with a smile.

  Only listening to the old party secretary, he began to read a long list of names, all of which belonged to the shopkeepers of various households, and these were all members of the judging committee.

  The villagers actually came to listen to this, and clapped their hands twice when they read someone's name.

   As a result, the names of the winners were read in a few seconds, but the judges read them for several minutes, and they were regarded as sponsors.

  When the old branch secretary finally finished reading the list, Senior Brother Hai walked up to the concrete leading platform amidst the warm applause of everyone.

  He is still dressed as before, his long hair has not been cut, and he has not even shaved his beard.

  His face was still flushed with a bit of shyness, and he bowed vigorously, saying thank you repeatedly.

   After the applause subsided, Liu Qingshan continued to host the award ceremony:

   "Next, I invite Teacher Zhou from the Writers Association to present certificates to the winners, writer Shu to present commemorative medals to the winners, and reporter Lin to present bonuses to the winners!"

   On the playground, warm applause rang out again, especially those little kids, who slapped their little hands red: certificates!

  Guests, they were staring at the commemorative medal on the small tray in a daze. It was engraved with a golden green mountain dragon, golden.

  Mr. Zhou, Writer Shu, and Lin Zizhou walked up to the leading drill stage one by one. As a result, Senior Brother Hai's hands were a bit too busy, and he won certificates and medals.

   Fortunately, the little Laosi and Shan Xing in the back had good eyesight, and they also came to Senior Brother Hai's side, and the two little girls helped him carry the award certificate inlaid in the glass frame.

  Brother Hai held the medal with his hands, feeling heavy, really heavy!

   Not because it is made of gold, but because it represents the simple villagers in Jiapigou, with hearts like gold.

  This heavy honor, even writer Shu, who awarded the medal, was a little envious.

   After shaking hands with Senior Brother Hai and taking pictures one by one, Lin Zizhou held the small passbook in both hands, handed it to Senior Brother Hai, and said congratulations.

   "Thank you, everyone, and the folks in Jiapigou. I am also the son of a farmer, and I love this land deeply."

  Senior Brother Hai's eye sockets were a little moist.

  A few days ago, when Liu Qingshan went to school to look for him, Brother Hai still couldn't believe it.

   But at this moment, he was struck by the lightning of happiness.

  The audience once again responded with warm applause. The villagers below did not forget to take the opportunity to educate their children: study hard and win prizes in the future.

   "Next, please give the winners a speech!" Liu Qingshan's voice also began to rise.

  Brother Hai held the medal in one hand and the passbook in the other: "I'm a little excited now, and I don't know how to express my feelings at the moment. I will use a few poems I wrote before to bless all those who love me."

   "Stranger, I also bless you"

   "May you have a bright future"

   "May your lover be married in the end"

   "May you find happiness in this world"

   "May we face the sea, and the spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom!"

  The villagers can still understand such a simple poem, and they all gave the warmest applause.

  Liu Qingshan also clapped his hands in relief. He could feel that Senior Brother Hai's heart had indeed been sublimated.

  A few poems, only the last line, a few words have been slightly changed, but it represents a completely different state of mind.

  The original verse is: I only wish to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

   After careful reading, I can still taste that sense of loneliness; but now, it represents the poet's mind, which is broader.

  It’s like Du Fu’s "An De Guang Mansion with Tens of Thousands of Houses, a Great Shelter for the poor and happy people in the world", the bigger the poet’s mind, the higher the achievement.

  (end of this chapter)