Chapter 998 is really a good book!

  When Jade Bird held a press conference, Liu Qingshan was in his hometown, picking mountains with the villagers, climbing trees and picking yew fruits together.

  The fruits of this year are extraordinarily dense, and the pleasing little red beans are the best gift of nature.

   "Be careful, this bean is worth a few cents!" Zhang Ganzi yelled from the tree, his hands kept busy.

   From time to time, he would throw one into his mouth.

   "Uncle Ganzi, eat less, this is poisonous." Liu Qingshan on another tree branch reminded him.

  The fruit of yew is also slightly poisonous, so it has the effect of fighting poison with poison.

  Dashuai Zhang on another tree branch took over the conversation: "You are too blind to the pole, right? Look at this little red bean, which is your daughter-in-law. You are always thinking about the fruit, right?"

  Zhang Ganzi was also unambiguous: "I just found out today, so there are wild ones too."

  Up and down the tree, there was a burst of laughter.

   There are also many women working together, so they all started laughing and cursing.

  Working in the countryside is like this. Talking about dirty jokes is commonplace. Everyone has a good laugh and is happy physically and mentally.

   As a result, he laughed and laughed, and an accident happened. A young man in the village laughed so hard that he fell directly from the tree.

   Fortunately, they are all wearing safety ropes, swinging back and forth in mid-air.

   "God leftover, you unmarried young bastards, you just can't stand it if you don't tease them?" Zhang Gan looked at it with great joy.

  Dashuai Zhang didn't look like a grown-up: "Son of a dog, did you see your sister-in-law under the tree?"

  The so-called birth Huangzi refers to those young men who are not married.

  Liu Qingshan was taken aback. Fortunately, the safety measures were in place, so there was no accident. Otherwise, if he fell from such a high tree, he would have to fall badly.

  Putting Goushengzi back to the tree, the kid was also blushing, and kept complaining about those old and unscrupulous people.

  Dashuai Zhang laughed loudly: "Call my aunt later, and help you find a good partner, can a girl from the county be okay?"

   When it comes to finding a partner, it was always difficult in the past, but now Jiapigou is famous for blowing the trumpet through the door, not to mention the girls in Qingshan Town, even the girls in the county are eager to marry here.

  Gou Shengzi shook his head: "I want to learn from Brother Tie Zi."

  But Zhang Ganzi didn’t think so: “You still want to ride a big ocean horse, okay?”

  Yes, you have ambition, but Liu Qingshan supports it: "The leftover son, I will send you to Lilan when I turn back."

   Ah, find a black one!

  Gou Shengzi was a little stimulated and fell from the tree again.

  Liu Qingshan enjoyed this feeling very much. He was carefree and carefree. He secretly made a decision in his heart: he would set aside a few months every year to return to his hometown to enjoy this peaceful time.

  But when it was almost noon, Liu Qingshan was called back to the village: The fourth and fifth children have returned.

   There is no seven-day holiday at this time, three days at most, why are these two girls back?

  Seeing the fellow writers Victor and Wang Er, Liu Qingshan understood.

   "Liu, we meet again!" Victor is also an old acquaintance, and he is no stranger to this small mountain village.

  Liu Qingshan hugged him. A few days ago, Liu Qingshan called Victor about Shan Xing's publishing of books. Obviously, the other party came here for this.

  If you come to collect truffles, it's still a little early, and it won't be mature until nearly November.

   "Brother." The fourth brother greeted Liu Qingshan with a smile, and then led the sixth son and the others to rush to every house in the village.

   Shan Xing stayed behind and sat beside Liu Qingshan quietly.

  Liu Qingshan poured tea for Victor and the others, Gao Wenxue and Writer Lu also accompanied him.

   Accompanying Victor are two translators who have worked with both Gao Wenxue and Lu Writer.

  Considering that Shan Xing could not stay abroad for a long time, Liu Qingshan simply invited the translator here. Anyway, the number of words in this book is not many.

  Everyone has worked together for two months, and it has been completely completed. This time, I made a special trip to report the good news to Liu Qingshan.

   "Liu, I'm a little jealous, this is really a very good work." Victor said enviously after taking a sip of herbal tea.

  Although his level is not that of the top writers, he still has a basic vision.

  Who Moved My Cheese seems to be a fable, but in fact, it reflects a profound social reality.

  The four characters in the book are extremely representative. Such a work is enough to occupy a place in the history of world literature.

  The two translators also said that they are very honored to be able to translate this book, which will definitely become a bestseller.

   Shan Xing was a little embarrassed by their praise, and her face was red.

   Writer Wang Er also looked proud, even happier than he himself had produced a shocking book.

   Then he talked about publishing matters. For Victor, these are all familiar with the road, so he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

   "Dinner is ready!" shouted the little six.

  There is a table of guests here, and Liu Qingshan's family all eat in Liu Shikui's house, anyway, the food is the same.

  Most of the people present here are literati, chatting about the world, and chatting very happily.

  Writer Wang Er drank two glasses of wine and was in high spirits. He won the Jiapigou Literature Award last year, which touched him very much. In addition to guiding Shan Xing, he devoted himself to writing the book and finally completed the Bronze Age.

  Today is probably destined to be a day for literary gatherings. Everyone was drinking happily, and Lu Xiaolong led a thin middle-aged man in.

   "Brother Chen!" Writer Lu hurriedly got up to greet him.

  Writer Chen, that is the author of Bailuyuan, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel happy: Is this finished?

   Writer Chen looked very dark and thin, but he was in a good state of mind. Writer Lu introduced him one by one.

  He is also the winner of the Jiapigou Literature Award, but because he wrote books behind closed doors, it is really the first time he has come to this small mountain village.

  He came to Bishui County by train. After getting off the train, he asked someone to inquire about Qingshan Town, and when he arrived in Qingshan Town, he inquired about Jiapigou. He happened to inquire about Lu Xiaolong's head, so he brought him here.

   "Comrade Liu Qingshan, this time I came here to express my thanks." Writer Chen was very simple, and I took Liu Qingshan's hand and shook it vigorously.

  Although he also holds an important position in the Provincial Writers Association, the Writers Association is basically a Qingshui yamen, so when creating Bailuyuan, eating steamed buns and eating pickles is commonplace.

  In this predicament, the 50,000 yuan bonus of the Jiapigou Literature Award gave him great help.

  So after the book was completed, he hurried over.

  He is a very traditional person, adhering to the concept of knowing kindness and repaying it.

   Originally, they won the award without even meeting each other, and received a huge bonus. Writer Chen was extremely grateful.

  Liu Qingshan also shook hands with the other party affectionately: "I'll call you Brother Chen too. When you arrive at my house, don't talk about seeing others. Go to the table first and chat while eating."

  Writer Chen was not too polite, he crossed his legs skillfully on the kang, and then greeted Gao Wenxue, Writer Wang Er and others, including Victor.

   After all, Victor is now a world-renowned best-selling author.

  Seeing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl from Shanxing sitting at this table, Writer Chen couldn't help being a little surprised.

   Writer Wang Er saw what he meant, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, this is my apprentice. He has just published his first novel, please correct me."

   After finishing speaking, he handed over a Chinese version. When Writer Chen saw the two little mice on the cover, he thought it was a children's story, and said in his mouth:

   "I'm not very good at children's literature."

  Don’t think that writers can speak well. In fact, most of this group are quite independent.

  Wang Er chuckled: "Brother Chen, take a look first."

  Liu Qingshan interjected next to him: "Eat first, and watch after eating."

   But Writer Chen saw that the album was not thick, so he flipped through it casually.

   As a result, when he saw it, he completely forgot everything outside his body. He didn't say a word when he was asked to eat food, and he didn't pay attention to him when he was asked to drink. He probably didn't even hear it.

  Liu Qingshan didn't care too much, and went back to the pot to reheat all the dishes.

   After an hour, Writer Chen finished the book. He gently closed the book and stroked the cover with rough palms:

   "I completed Bailuyuan, and I thought I was number one in the world. Now I ask a little girl to compare."

  This evaluation is too high, and there is no need to compare two different types of books together.

  Liu Qingshan explained a few sentences, but Writer Chen was very unreasonable: "Student Shan Xing, give this book to me, and I will regard it as the best spur. By the way, can you please sign it?"

  Shan Xing said embarrassingly: "Uncle Chen, you are too polite,"

  Writer Chen insisted again and again, it seems that he is really not playing those empty heads, and it is indeed the most sincere thought in his heart.

  Yama Anko had no choice but to take out a pen and write her name on the title page.

  Writer Chen cheerfully packed the book into his canvas bag: "This trip is worthwhile."

  Gululu, his stomach made noises, and he sat on the road for several days, but he didn't have a good meal.

  Writer Chen patted his belly: "My old intestines are about to revolt."

  Everyone laughed, and then continued to eat.

  Liu Qingshan also took advantage of the situation to help: "Brother Chen, after your book is published, it will also be called Mr. Victor. I will help you translate it and publish it abroad."

   After understanding the situation, Writer Chen also clapped his hands: "Okay, if I can really get the manuscript fee, I will donate the manuscript fee just like Brother Wang and Brother Gao."

  He padded his belly a little, and took out a stack of manuscript paper from his schoolbag: "This is a manuscript, please correct me."

   "Eat first, spiritual food is important, but you have to fill your stomach first." Liu Qingshan quickly persuaded.

   After dinner, Writer Lu and the others took the manuscript and read it together.

  Including Shan Xing, several heads were piled up in a pile. This scene was quite interesting, so Liu Qingshan took out the camera from the cabinet and took a few photos.

   This photo became very famous later and was called the Huaxia Writers Summit.

   "What a good book!" Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hands, showing admiration on his face.

   Shan Xing kept nodding her head, and the little girl's eyes glistened with crystal tears, obviously moved by the characters in the book.

  Writer Lu also gently wiped the corners of his eyes: "Brother Chen, this book, even if you go into the coffin, you can still use it as a pillow."

   This is not a curse, but the highest praise.

  Wang Er, a writer who has studied Chinese and Western, also expressed his admiration, thinking that it is a masterpiece among modern traditional writers.

   Writer Chen is also in high spirits. This book is his painstaking work, and he himself is quite satisfied.

   Only Liu Qingshan frowned slightly, as if there was something dissatisfied.

  Finally, all eyes were on his face, and Writer Chen also said bluntly:

   "Brother Qingshan, if you have any ideas, just say it, let's study it together, and if what you say makes sense, I will revise it."

  Liu Qingshan raised his hand and waved it: "Brother Chen, I'm just worried that the publication of this book may encounter some troubles."

   "How to say?" Writer Chen also looked puzzled.

  In fact, because the description of human nature in the book Bailuyuan is too ugly, when it was first published, Writer Chen was asked to delete it.

  Writer Chen struggled to no avail, and in the end he could only reluctantly make revisions, which became his heart disease.

   Fortunately, with the development of the times, decades later, the full version of Bailuyuan finally came to light. Unfortunately, at that time, Writer Chen could no longer see it. It has to be said that it is a great pity.

  Liu Qingshan expressed his opinion euphemistically, and Writer Lu and others also nodded repeatedly.

  Writer Chen's mood sank, his eyebrows were frowned, his head drooped, and he remained silent.

  A book is like the author's child. Now that the child is going to be amputated, who would be willing?

   Liu Qingshan looked at Victor and had an idea in his mind:

   "Brother Chen, maybe we can publish the English version first. If it creates a sensation abroad, then it should be no problem to publish it in China."

   "Of course there is no problem on my side." Victor agreed.

  Not to mention the problem of the plot, the works of the great French writers in the past also contained detailed descriptions of that aspect, and they were not published as usual.

  As for the translated masterpieces from Huaxia, of course some descriptions were deleted.

  Like that Alexandre Dumas, hearing this name makes people think about it.

  In fact, in real life, this one is even more flamboyant.

  Writer Chen still didn't give up: "I'll give it to the publishing house I contacted for a try first. If it really doesn't work, I'll follow what brother Qingshan said."

  Since there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, Liu Qingshan will stop hitting him, and let the facts speak for themselves.

  So he led the group to take a walk by the river outside the village to clear their minds.

  As soon as he went out, he walked to the back of the team headquarters, and met a half-year-old boy sent by the old branch secretary, who asked Liu Qingshan to answer the phone.

   Everyone also went to the team headquarters together, and Liu Qingshan went into the room to answer the phone.

  The call is from Lin Zizhou: "Qingshan, what a happy event!"

   "Uncle Lin, what happy event?" Liu Qingshan also asked cheerfully.

   "Let you guess first?" Lin Zizhou seemed to be in a really good mood, and even deliberately teased Liu Qingshan.

  Liu Qingshan's heart moved: "Could it be that someone won the grand prize again?"

   "Haha, I really can't hide it from you. We just got the news that this year's Nobel Prize Committee will award the Prize in Physiology and Medicine to Mr. Sun and his medical team!"

  (end of this chapter)