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  Chapter 39 We succeeded (please collect)

  A penny beats down heroes, this is the perfect word to describe the young and old in Jiapigou at this moment.

  Under the big elm tree, there was silence, and everyone was smoking, helpless.

  Liu Qingshan’s family still has 1,000 yuan, but with this money, he plans to buy a shredder and build a shed for the chickens for the winter.

  There must be a way before the car arrives at the mountain, Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Grandpa branch secretary, if you don't have any money, just borrow it."

   "Borrowing money to spend, no, no, no, isn't that causing famine? How can people live like this."

  Everyone objected in unison when they heard it. In the countryside, those who borrow money to spend will be said to be incapable of living and a prodigal son.

  Only Zhang Ganzi stood up to express his support.

   This guy usually borrows money from others. Although you get one yuan and another two yuan, although it is not much, it has become a black sheep in the eyes of the villagers.

  The old branch secretary also shook his head: "Our money for buying rapeseed is not a small amount. Who can I borrow it from?"

   "Look for a bank if you need money, we can get a loan."

  Liu Qingshan knew that everyone's old ideas had long been ingrained, so he was not in a hurry and spoke in a leisurely manner.

Bank loan?

   Isn’t the bank a place to save money, can you still borrow money?

  Farmers at this time basically never heard the word "loan".

  In their simple concept, they must never borrow money. If they borrow money from others, they will panic and always feel unsafe.

  After discussing with each other for a while, Captain Zhang still had a bit of courage: "The loan is just a loan. When we sell vegetables in our greenhouse, we will pay back the loan first!"

  The old branch secretary knew a little about loans, and it was not a usury in the old society. He would give some interest at most, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

  The two committees of the village considered the collective approval, so other people’s objections would be invalid, but a new problem came up: what should I do about the loan?

  The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, everyone looked at Liu Qingshan: Since you proposed it, then you should be the leader.

   Of course, Liu Qingshan will not shrink back from this kind of thing: "Okay, tomorrow I will go to the county for a run, but one is private, two are public, and I have to follow one person."

   "Qingshan, why don't you go with the boss?"

  The old branch secretary and captain Zhang still have to keep an eye on the building of a greenhouse in the village, and they can't get away.

  After the matter was settled like this, Liu Qingshan just strolled home and it was time for dinner.

  As soon as he entered the room, he saw his eldest brother-in-law Gao Wenxue rushing forward, holding a letter in his hand, shaking it vigorously in front of Liu Qingshan's eyes excitedly.

  Liu Qingshan was almost dizzy from the shaking, snatched the envelope, glanced at it, and the first thing he saw was the line printed on the bottom of the envelope, which was impressively: Harvest Literature Magazine.

  He could not help showing a smile on his face: "Brother-in-law, congratulations, you have succeeded!"

   Needless to say, the elder brother-in-law must have submitted the manuscript!

  That is "Harvest", which is the most representative contemporary literary field in the entire country, carrying the dreams of Chinese writers.

  The works of the older generation, such as Ba Jin and Lao She, and the younger generation, Zhang Kangkang, Yu Hua, Lu Yao, etc., are almost all published on Harvest.

   Being able to publish works on Harvest represents a kind of recognition.

  Liu Qingshan, how could he not be proud of Gao Wenxue?

  In Gao Wenxue's eyes, a bright brilliance suddenly burst out, as if two flames were burning instantly, grabbing Liu Qingshan's arm.

   "Sanfeng, it should be said that we are successful, successful!"

  At this moment, all the struggles, all the anguish, all the hard work, all gone forever, leaving only the joy of success.

   From the slight pain coming from the arm, Liu Qingshan can understand the excitement and ecstasy in the elder brother-in-law's heart, but, I'm happy for you, why do you have to take me with you?

   With this kind of stubbornness, I can't understand it.

  Liu Qingshan quickly freed his arms: "Brother-in-law, you have successfully taken the first step, continue to move forward step by step, there is no longer road than feet, no higher mountain than people!"

  Gao Wenxue was taken aback by what he said, and he touched it carefully for a while, and then he was overjoyed: "Qingshan, what you said is good. This sentence will be the motto of our pseudonym Gaoshan from now on!"

  I just said that casually, okay?

  Liu Qingshan was a little speechless, and quickly changed the subject: "Sister, it's such a big happy event, why don't you get something delicious for dinner, and celebrate your brother-in-law well."

  Liu Jinfeng's pretty face is also full of joy, she is not an illiterate rural woman, she was also a literary youth, otherwise, she would not fall in love with Gao Xuexue.

  It is because she is the elder sister, her mother is not in good health, she takes on too much housework, and has to take care of her younger siblings, which delays her studies and fails to enter high school.

   There was a smile in her eyes, but she tried to put on an angry look: "Literature, why didn't you tell me earlier, such a big happy event, you still kept it from me, you..."

  Gao Xuexue excitedly held his wife's hand again: "Jinfeng, of course you should be the first to tell Qingshan about writing matters. Don't worry, I will definitely be the first to tell you about other things."

   "You are the elm head."

  Liu Jinfeng wanted to knock her husband's head, but when her finger landed, it turned into helping Gao Wenxue to tidy up his messy hair, and she pursed her lips and laughed secretly.

  In the end, I heard my younger brother yelling: "Sister, fry some peanuts, fry an egg, fry a plate of clam meat from the afternoon, call grandpa and grandma, and give it to my brother-in-law to celebrate."

The last time I held a wedding, there were some peanuts left at home, as well as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and even a few catties of pork, even the fat and thin ones, were cut into thin slices, fried in a pan, and then added some more Salt, put it in a jar and seal it, it can be eaten for several days.

   After all, there is no refrigerator at home now.

   Well, it's time to celebrate. Liu Jinfeng happily went to work with Lin Zhi. She even cut up a few salted duck eggs, went to the garden to pick a few big peppers, and fried them with meat until they were delicious.

  Xiao Caifeng had already called her grandparents from the East Yard, and the family sat around the table for another meal.

  Liu Shikui picked up a few slices of meat for Caifeng and Shanxing, and then held the small wine cup with a smile: "Literature, congratulations, keep up the good work."

   "Thank you Grandpa!"

  Gao Wenxue held the wine cup in both hands, drank it down in one gulp, and then coughed from choking.

   Liu Jinfeng kept groping his back for him, and complained distressedly: "If you can't drink, slow down."

   After speaking, he glared at Liu Qingshan again: "Sanfenger, you are not allowed to drink!"

  Liu Qingshan could only put down his wine glass in embarrassment. He is young and has no human rights.

   "Haha, it's okay, I'm happy today, Sanfeng will make an exception and have a drink."

  The old man spoke, of course no one dared to object.

  Grandma also chimed in with a smile and said: "When Sanfeng was young, before he was one year old, his grandfather dipped his chopsticks in wine and put some on his tongue. It was so hot that he wrinkled his nose and stared at his eyes."

   At the dinner table, there was a burst of happy laughter.

   As a result, after three cups of wine, Gao Wenxue lay down on the kang blushing and fell asleep soundly.

  Liu Jinfeng wiped his face with a wet towel, lovingly stroking her husband's thin face with her fingertips. She could understand the tremendous pressure her husband was under.

  If you can’t achieve success on the road of writing, your husband can’t farm, can’t make a living, and writing has no way out, then you can’t achieve high and low, and you can imagine the inner pressure.

   Now it’s finally healed, and finally hopeful, all the pressure has been released, and most of it will be converted into motivation, encouraging him to move on.

   Such a good day!

   Accompanying his grandfather for a few drinks, Liu Qingshan went to the village again, and when he came back, he had a small bag in his hand, which contained some good things.

They are all local specialties, milky-yellow wood frog oil, which is a great tonic, especially for women; there are also a few taels of deer antler slices, which is the favorite of men; in addition, there are some monkey-head fungus and the like Mountain goods.

  Since I'm going to the county, I'm going to sell it by the way.

   Here, the villagers don't take these things as good things, and they are mainly struggling to fill their stomachs.

  But in county towns and big cities, there are always a small group of people who get rich first, who need these things.

  In an era when the supply and demand chain is still very imperfect, whoever can be the first to get out of the way means that wealth is rolling in.

  …

  Early the next morning, Liu Qingshan and the boss uncle got on their bicycles and set off.

   Before riding for two miles, I saw a brisk little donkey cart running ahead, rattling, and running happily.

  It’s a pole for digging out dung in the city. He glanced back and shouted: “Come on, put the bicycle on it, and it will save you effort as my donkey cart.”

  The strong smell in the air almost made those two spit out their breakfast.

  Liu Qingshan stomped a few times and rushed to the front of the donkey cart: "Uncle Ganzi, why don't you wear a mask, don't you panic?"

   "I'm used to it."

  Zhang Ganzi waved the small whip, and even slapped it, and slapped the whip in mid-air.

   "Then let's go first."

  The boss uncle also kicked violently, but Zhang Ganzi was walking alone and lonely, and was looking for someone to chat with, so he also frequently waved the small whip.

  When I went there, the cart was empty, so the donkey cart was brisk, and the little donkey started to run. The string of bells under the neck jingled, accompanied by the shout of Zhang Pole:

   "Hey, you two, slow down, I'll hurry up, let's talk while walking."

  Liu Qingshan could also understand Zhang Ganzi's loneliness, but he really couldn't bear it, so he said without looking back:

   "Boss and I are in a hurry to get a loan, so we won't wait for you. Later, the greenhouse will pay you to buy you a small radio, and listen to Errenzhuan on the way back and forth. Let's go first—"

Seeing the two people in front of them flying like flying, and soon disappeared, Zhang Ganzi thought to himself: This job pays well, there is a daily food subsidy of 20 cents, and I have to buy opera boxes to listen to duo. Not beautiful?

  Accompanied by the bell of the little donkey, the humming Errenzhuan voice sounded on the dirt road: "Second Sister Wang, I am sitting alone in the north building, with tears in my eyes..."

   As he sang, he seemed to feel that the play "Second Sister Wang Missing Her Husband" was quite in line with his situation. Zhang Ganzi coughed twice and sang again: "Old bachelor, I am driving a donkey cart, with tears in my eyes..."

  (end of this chapter)