Hello, 1983

"Our model worker is back!"

"And our million-dollar households are back!"

The villagers of Jiapigou crowded in the yard of the production team, vying to see Liu Qingshan and Liu Jinfeng's awards.

Everyone's face was full of joy, just as happy as they were winning the award.

The wrinkles on the old party secretary's face were all smiles: "Okay, that's great! Jin Feng, Qingshan, these two children, win glory for our village."

Liu Qingshan parked the jeep and walked out cheerfully, just in time to see Zhang pole holding the mirror frame and smacking his lips, so he leaned forward and said:

"Uncle Pole, when you get a certificate, I'll take a picture for you!"

"Don't tease, if I can become a model worker, then the old sow can climb the tree."

Zhang Ganzi is still a little self-aware, and doesn't mind making fun of himself, he's used to it anyway.

"That's not necessarily true. In the past few months, Uncle Rod, your performance will definitely be a model worker. The county and the commune will not judge you. When the time comes, we will judge you in the cooperative."

Liu Qingshan also recognized the importance of encouragement. He was going to discuss with the party secretary and the captain, and the cooperative also held a selection within the cooperative.

It is said that the eyes of the masses are sharp, and Zhang Ganzi's performance in the past few months is obvious to all, so everyone nodded.

"Really? Can I really be a model worker?"

Zhang Ganzi was so excited that Liu Qingshan hurried over to grab the frame: Don't throw it at me when you're so excited.

After joking with everyone for a while, Liu Qingshan followed the eldest sister and the second sister home.

It was almost half a month after I came out, and when I saw the small thatched cottage at home, I felt extra friendly.

It is said that the gold den and the silver den are not as good as your own dog kennel. This is a bit rough, but it is true.

The big yellow dog happily ran out to greet him, jumping and jumping around Liu Qingshan.

Even Liu Qingshan saw that there was a little yellow hair on the side of the firewood fence, and he also poked his head and looked at him.

Entering the room, the fourth and fifth are lying on the kang table doing their homework for winter vacation. Their elementary school has long been off.

"elder brother!"

"Second sister!"

The two little girls stood on the edge of the kang, spread their arms and stomped their feet.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly put the mirror frame on the kang, hugged them one by one, and kissed them twice on the face.

Then the two little girls found the frame:

"Wow, what a great award!"

The fourth little brother also brought two small certificates from the cabinet cover, only the size of a palm, which she and Shan Xing got.

The two little guys both got double hundred in the final exam, so they also got a small certificate.

"Shan Xing, our certificate is so small."

The fourth is a little sad.

Liu Qingshan patted her antenna braid and patted Shan Xing's watermelon head: "You are still young, when you grow up, you will definitely win the grand prize."

Only then did the two little guys coax their brows into grins, and they tried to stick the awards to the wall.

Liu Qingshan simply found a few frames of different sizes, put the second sister's, the four phoenix and the five phoenix's into the frame, and then hung them on the cabinet cover.

The certificates of merit hung in a row are very eye-catching, and whoever enters the house must notice these certificates first.

"Our family, everyone is a pacesetter!"

The fourth child's music was broken, so he stretched out a small slap and gave the fifth five high fives, and he didn't know who he learned from.

Lin Zhi loved hearing these words, she smiled and looked at the certificate of award, and looked at these children happily, as if she had eaten honey.

As a mother, her children are promising, which is the greatest spiritual comfort to her.

"Brother-in-law, you have to work hard too."

The little fourth child patted Gao Wenxue on the shoulder like a little adult.

Gao Wenxue held back his laughter and pushed his glasses with his hand: "I must work hard to learn from classmate Liu Caifeng!"

Hahaha, there were happy laughter in the house.

With sharp eyes, Liu Qingshan saw the first issue of Harvest Magazine in 1984 on the desk of the eldest brother-in-law.

Looking at the catalogue, he happily said, "The certificate of the eldest brother-in-law is in the book."

Gao Wenxue's second novel "Shan Xing'er" was also successfully published on Harvest, which marks that he has entered the ranks of well-known writers.

The only thing lacking is a long novel that can carry the tripod, like Lu Yao's "Ordinary World".

In this regard, Gao Wenxue has already started preparations. He decided to start from Jiapigou, with Qingshan Commune and Bishui County as the background, to build a tome to comprehensively reflect the great changes brought about by reform and opening up in urban and rural areas.

Gao Wenxue caught Liu Qingshan and began to discuss the idea, saying that after the Chinese New Year, he would go to the factory in the county for a walk, and it would be best to work with the workers for two months.

"No problem, we all have acquaintances in places like the winery and the flax factory."

Liu Qingshan also expressed his support. The writers at this time were very rigorous in their creation, and it would definitely be beneficial to have more life experience.

The two were chatting when they saw Shan Xing walking around, dangling in front of the two of them several times.

"Wu Feng'er, didn't my brother tell you, if there is something, I have to tell my family, but I can't keep it in my heart."

Liu Qingshan sat on the edge of the kang and took the little guy under his knees.

Um!

Shan Xing nodded her head, then raised her head and looked at Gao Wenxue very seriously:

"Brother-in-law, do you think my mother can read Shan Xing'er you wrote?"

Gao Wenxue did not rush to answer, he silently rolled a leaf cigarette.

He is used to smoking this. Although he can smoke rolls under the current conditions, he still likes this.

After taking two puffs of smoke, Gao Wenxue nodded seriously: "Wu Feng'er, your mother can definitely see it."

Liu Qingshan also assured: "Old fifth, your mother must be very happy to see it, because Shan Xing has grown up."

There were two big dimples on Xiao Lao Wu's face. After a while, he said the question in his heart: "Then the New Year is coming, can my mother come back?"

This question is even more difficult to answer.

Liu Qingshan could only touch her watermelon head: "Your mother will definitely come back, maybe one or two years, maybe three or five years."

"Why so long?"

Shan Xing's big eyes were faintly covered with a layer of water mist.

"Because your mother has to make a career, and then she will come back in a glorious way!"

This is Liu Qingshan's expectation, the most ideal situation, so he said it.

There is also the worst case scenario: maybe in the world, there will be an extra ragged, crazy woman who wanders from one place to another, and will still chant a few 'Shan Xing'er'...

"Well, then I must study hard and wait for my mother to come back!"

Shan Xing nodded vigorously, and everyone in the room nodded along.

At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open, and Liu Shikui and his wife walked in happily.

Looking up, he saw a row of mirror frames hanging on the north wall, and the smiles in the eyes of the two old men were even greater.

They walked under the certificates of merit and looked at them carefully, as if they were looking at the most exquisite works of art, not even letting go of the official seal on the lower right corner.

"Yeah!"

Grandpa whispered softly in his mouth, when an old man, don't you just hope that your children will be successful?

Grandma lifted her clothes and gently wiped the corners of her eyes: "It would be better if Zijun was still there..."

Mother Lin Zhi heard this, and her eyes turned red: Yes, it would be great if her husband was still alive!

Liu Shikui walked slowly around the house with his hands behind his back: "The generation of our old Liu family is all good."

His eyes swept across the faces of the children one by one, and after seeing one, he nodded with satisfaction, starting from Liu Jinfeng and ending with Shan Xing, not a single one fell.

Finally, the old man's eyes fell on Liu Qingshan again: "You have to remember, this is just the beginning, and we will strive for more and greater honors in the future!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Liu Qingshan raised his chest and answered loudly, like a heroic warrior.

"Grandpa, we all remember it!"

Others spoke in unison, including Gao Wenxue.

Liu Shikui couldn't help but feel great comfort: "Haha, it's okay, the family is all over, San Feng'er, let's have a few more dishes tonight, I'll drink two cups with Grandpa Wang."

When Professor Wang and his wife returned to Jiapigou, they settled in Liu Shikui's house, and his family was clean.

And they were all elderly people, so Yang Hongying didn't have to be afraid.

Liu Qingshan, of course, took the lead and went to the greenhouse to see the growth of the second crop of celery and leeks. In a few days, they should be able to cut.

There are also old thorn buds that have been planted, and clusters of young buds have also emerged, showing purple outside and green buds in the middle, which is very pleasing to look at.

He picked some old thorn sprouts and put them in the basket, ready to try them at night.

Then, I went to the chicken coop again, and the egg production rate of the first 100 laying hens has reached 80%.

The Erchuanzi that hatched later also all grew up, but the males and females were half mixed, and a large number of roosters must have been handled a year ago.

There are also more than 20 pheasants caught, and now they don't need to be tied, and they walk all over the ground, and they are not very afraid of people.

"Big sister, we will build a new chicken coop next year, so we can't deal with it like this in the greenhouse."

Liu Qingshan helped the eldest sister to plan again. He estimated that after selling eggs and white-striped roosters one after another, he would be able to earn back the money for building the chicken coop.

Picked up more than a dozen eggs, and I'll have another scrambled egg with chives later.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, dinner began, and there was no room to sit on a table, so I put a table on the kang and stood on the ground.

The older ones, plus the two little ones, all sat on the kang table; the remaining young ones sat on another table.

"Serve the food!"

The fourth and the fifth were holding the dishes in their hands, and they were still shouting crisply in their mouths.

Grandpa and Professor Wang sat cross-legged beside the kang table, joking happily: "You have to report the name of the dish when you serve it."

"Scrambled eggs with chives."

"Fried thorn old shoots."

"Chicken stew with mushrooms."

"Braised big carp."

The two little guys are really not bad, and the names of dishes popped out of their small mouths.

But when it came to the last dish, the fourth and fifth were stumped: there are black fungus, mushrooms, and even the bracken pickled last year. What kind of dish is this?

The little old four rolled his eyes several times, and finally came up with the idea: "These are all collected from the big forest, so it's called forest stir-fry, okay?"

Of course, everyone praised in unison.

When the dishes were ready, the two tables were crowded together. Professor Wang picked up a piece of fried thorn old sprouts, and his face couldn't help showing an aftertaste.

The old thorn sprouts can be eaten cold or fried, but the best way to eat them is to wrap them in a thin layer of batter as they are now, and then fry them in a pan until golden brown.

"Pharaoh, try it, it still doesn't taste like that."

Liu Shikui also picked up a piece.

Professor Wang took a light bite and made a crunching sound, and then a strong fragrance emanated from it.

Thorn old sprouts, pure aroma, rich nutrition, has the reputation of the king of wild vegetables.

"It's really fragrant, that's what it smells like!"

Professor Wang praised, but he didn't know whether he was talking about the smell of the food, or the strong sense of humanity he felt when he returned to Jiapigou...