Goldfinger is a bit strange

Gao Wenxue's body also trembled slightly because of Liu Qingshan's words: the highest award in Chinese literature is the Mao Dun Literature Award, which is the pursuit of every writer, and he is no exception.

He knew that this award has been held twice so far, and it is selected every three years.

Each of the winning long works is extremely important. Can he compare with those great writers?

Liu Qingshan saw that Gao Wenxue's confidence was a little lacking, and then encouraged him: "From this novel, I see the deep love for this land."

"I saw the people on this land, their hearts are full of desire, and they can use their own hands to work hard to change their lives."

"Such realistic themes are destined to leave a glorious page in the history of literature."

Liu Qingshan gave a high evaluation. From his perspective as a person who has experienced it, the desire of the eldest brother-in-law is no less than the ordinary world.

Gao Wenxue also gradually calmed down from the excitement: "Sanfeng, I believe you, in fact, the prototype of the character in this novel is you."

Is there such an operation?

Liu Qingshan recalled the plot in the novel, and it really had some of his shadow, so he could only smile and shake his head.

"Sanfeng, then tell me more, what other aspects need to be revised?"

Gao Wenxue put on a posture of wanting to talk all night.

Liu Qingshan did have many ideas to say, and Liu Yinfeng also made some supplements beside him.

The three people became more and more interested in talking, until the east was white, then they looked at each other and laughed, went back to their rooms, and fell asleep.

In the following time, Gao Wenxue entered the state of burying his head in creation and revision. Except for eating, sleeping and necessary physiological activities, the rest of the time was devoted to creation.

This state was already a bit crazy.

Liu Qingshan took a look and quickly told his mother in private: "Brother-in-law's nutrition must keep up."

He knew that the hardships of creation could really kill people, just like Lu Yao, who died young after writing Ordinary World.

A book emptied all his efforts, and every word was condensed with blood.

The mother-in-law also felt sorry for her son-in-law. These days, Jinfeng went abroad, and Linzhi took care of all three meals a day.

A big bowl of milk in the morning, eggs and lean meat, plus fresh vegetables and wild vegetables, the nutrition was sufficient.

At Liu Qingshan's instruction, after dinner, Linzhi would drive Gao Wenxue out and take a stroll outside the village.

Even if Gao Wenxue was unwilling to go out, he had to listen to his mother-in-law.

Seeing that his elder brother-in-law had a regular life, Liu Qingshan was relieved. He calculated the date and sent his second sister to the capital.

On the morning of the departure day, all the old and young people in Jiapigou sent out the village.

The villagers were earnestly asking for advice, and the little kids were full of envy. In their minds, Sister Yinfeng was the role model they were trying to catch up with.

"Everyone go back. Even if I am in a foreign country, I will think about the villagers." Liu Yinfeng was also a little excited and waved goodbye to the people.

"Erfeng, when you are abroad, don't bring shame to us Chinese people."

The old branch secretary also waved his skinny palm.

"Erfeng, don't forget to come back and serve the motherland when the time comes!"

This is the advice of Grandpa Guaizi.

Liu Yinfeng's eyes were a little moist: "Don't worry, no matter where I am, I will always be a Chinese!"

And the fourth and fifth children also waved their hands with tears in their eyes: "Second sister, you must come back during the New Year!"

Looking at the eldest brother and the second sister getting into the car, the two little tears finally fell down.

Shanxing suddenly opened her mouth and sang: "My ancestors have already branded everything I have with the seal of China..."

After taking the car all the way to the county town, Liu Yinfeng's mood calmed down.

It was Lv Xiaolong who drove them, and only then did he start talking with a chuckle: "Sister Yinfeng, if I can go to the United States someday, it will be worth it."

Liu Qingshan knocked on his head: "The United States is not a paradise, it's just a paradise for rich people."

Lv Xiaolong touched the back of his head: "Then I'd better work hard to become a rich man first."

...

In an old alley in the capital, the sound of a small drum rang out. An old man rode a tricycle through the narrow alley, and the wheels rolled over the mottled stone road, as if walking through a distant historical scroll.

Uncle Lu sat on the tricycle, holding a small drum in his hand, and occasionally knocked it twice, shouting: "Collecting old things--"

In the old capital, there was a business that specialized in collecting old goods, called the small drummer, which was similar to what they do now.

"Drummer, I have a jar at home, do you want to collect it?"

An old lady walked out of the gate of a large courtyard and led two people into the courtyard.

"Old sister, you should keep this jar for pickled vegetables."

Without Master Lu's approval, Lao Maoer put the pickled vegetable jar back.

The old lady was immediately unhappy: "Look at your wrinkled face, who are you calling sister!"

Lao Maoer laughed twice and was about to leave, but Uncle Lu poked her and quietly pointed to the corner.

Looking at the pile of broken bricks and tiles there, Lao Maoer's eyes lit up: "Whose tiles are these?"

"They are from the government when they repaired the house."

The old lady glanced and said casually.

"Then we will give you fifty cents. Our house is leaking a little, and we are thinking of picking up some to repair it."

Lao Maoer took out a few Mao bills from his pocket and handed them to the old lady.

The old lady immediately beamed with joy and helped them load the car.

When they got out of the alley, Uncle Lu and Old Maoer smiled at each other and threw away the useless bricks, leaving the intact tiles and tiles behind.

"These tiles are good and beautifully carved."

Master Lu picked up a piece of tile and praised it.

The so-called tiles are the circular tiles at the front of the eaves tiles that are used for shielding and decoration.

Two people rode a tricycle to transport the roof tiles to Grandma Liu Qingshan's old house in Shijia Hutong.

Here, a lot of building materials have been piled up, which they get back bit by bit every day.

There are bricks and tiles, and some dilapidated doors and windows with carved patterns.

The largest ones are the two drum-shaped stone door piers with equally exquisite carvings. According to the old man, these two door piers used to be the entrance to a certain prince's palace.

Mendun'er is the facade of a house, and people in the past were very particular about it.

Isn’t it sung in the ballad: Little boy, sitting on the doorstep, crying and shouting for a wife...

In addition to the pair of gatekeepers, the two brothers even got back a completed screen wall.

From the wall cap at the top to the base at the bottom, every brick and tile is intact and can be reassembled at any time when needed.

In the center of the screen wall in the middle is an antique picture of the Three Friends of Suihan.

According to Uncle Lao Mao'er, he seemed to have seen it in some prince's palace when he was young.

Some of these things in the yard were picked up, and some were taken back for thirty-five cents. Anyway, they didn't cost much, and people at the moment didn't regard these as good things.

This was also arranged by Liu Qingshan before he left. For an old house with some history like this, the most difficult thing to repair is the raw materials.

There is no place that specializes in the production of building materials. If you want to restore the old house to its original state, you may have to bake bricks and tiles yourself, which will be very laborious.

So Liu Qingshan came up with this trick, which would not delay these two people from collecting old goods anyway.

After sorting things into categories, there was only a wooden box containing valuables on the tricycle.

The tricycle swayed all the way back to the courtyard in Liulichang. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Liu Qingshan standing in the courtyard, shirtless, wiping his upper body with a towel.

"Qingshan, when did you come?"

The old man said hello with a smile.

"Just arrived, Uncle Master, Uncle Lu, let's wash up and have a meal. I happened to pass by Tianfu Hao and bought a pickled pork elbow." Liu Qingshan greeted the two of them with a smile.

"No need to be busy, just put things away first."

Uncle Lu and Old Maoer carefully carried the wooden box into the house, and then began to take out things from inside.

Liu Qingshan watched from the side, and Uncle Lu explained: "Today's harvest is average, just a big bowl from a Qing Dynasty folk kiln, and a dozen Yuan Datou."

They took their things and went to the treasure room. Uncle Lu and Old Mao'er each took out a key. There were two locks on the door, and each of them was responsible for one lock.

Liu Qingshan walked into the house and took a look around. He felt that there were a lot more things than when he left last time.

"Xiaoshanzi, this room is almost full." The old man said, and then he put the silver coins together with the ones he collected earlier and rolled them up in brown paper.

Uncle Lu, on the other hand, took out the pamphlet and started to register one by one.

After they had finished cleaning up and then left the house together, Liu Qingshan said:

"When I go back this time, I can take some of them back. The dinosaur museum in my hometown is about to be completed. I asked people to build a small exhibition hall to store these objects."

"That's good. We spent a lot of money on these things. If we put them here, we won't be able to sleep well every day."

Uncle Lu was joking, while his wife and Liu Yinfeng were clearing away the dishes and preparing to eat.

The two old brothers had been running around all day, and each of them still had two taels of wine in the evening, and they didn't drink much.

After talking to each other about their respective situations, Uncle Lao Mao'er stretched out his hand in front of Liu Qingshan's eyes: "The funds are going to be spent again."

Liu Qingshan also couldn't hold back his laughter. Why did he even find the funds?

Uncle Lu smiled and added next to him: "It's easy to say that if you go to the alley every day, the things you collect won't cost you much. Just going to the Friendship Store every week will cost you a lot in foreign exchange."

The things in the Friendship Store are really good, but the prices are really high.

But Liu Qingshan didn't care. No matter how high the price was, compared to later generations, it was still a cabbage price.

And the more money he spends, the more things he receives and the better the quality, which he can't wait for.

So he smiled and said, "I just made a lot of foreign exchange from selling morels. My second sister wants to take some with her when she goes abroad, and I can even give you about 100,000 US dollars."

Old Mao'er and Uncle Lu looked at each other and laughed together. After laughing for a while, Old Mao'er said:

"That's enough for us to worry about for half a year. Now the waiter at the Friendship Store frowned when he saw us going there, and asked us to leave some antiques for the foreign guests, haha!"

Uncle Lu also laughed: "Both of us have become the most disliked people in the Friendship Store."

Liu Qingshan is also happy. If these antiques can be lost less, of course he will be happy from the bottom of his heart.

After all, decades later, it might cost thousands of times the price to buy it back. It would be a huge loss.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The broken walls and ruins in the city, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is now no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remains, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seem to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure is lying.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely immersed its head in the belly of the wild dog.

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