Hello 1983

  Chapter 415 Longing

  Victor and his team stayed in Jiapigou for nearly a week, and finally waited until the morels of the first season were dried and processed into dry products.

  Looking at the exquisite morels, each kilogram sealed in a small plastic bag, Victor seemed to see shining gold coins.

  Because of Professor Wang's success in artificially cultivating morels, the number of morels in this spring season has suddenly exceeded the total output of last year.

  After weighing, it was seven and a half tons in total, nearly fifteen thousand catties.

  The price per catty has also increased by 10% compared to last year, reaching 50 US dollars. This time, it has earned more than 700,000 US dollars for the Jiapigou cooperative.

  According to the current exchange rate, if converted into RMB, it would be two million.

   Of course, among the two million, there is also a small part of the three villages in Dingjiagou Dalinzi, about one-fifth of which is divided.

  The remaining 1.6 million yuan is considered to belong to Jiapigou. According to the shares of the contracted mountain forest, each household has 1% of the shares, and can also get 16,000 yuan.

   And Liu Qingshan's 60% is exactly one million.

   As the profits obtained become larger and larger, this gap becomes larger and larger.

  The news spread, and Jiapigou was jubilant again. Since the beginning of spring, the big progress has been one after another. First, there are yew saplings, then morels, and then there are wild vegetables...

   Zhang Ganzi’s words represent the aspirations of the folks:

   "Why does it feel like this money has wings, flying towards our village!"

  Although this was a bit exaggerated, everyone accepted it cheerfully.

  Thinking about the contracting of the mountain forest last year, all the villagers were a little worried, fearing that the money would be thrown into it, and they would not be able to return to the original place in ten or eight years.

  What are you still worried about now? The money will be paid back in less than a year, and the remaining 69 years in the contract will be for nothing.

   At this time, someone started talking about it. It was Zhang Laoer in the village, who usually couldn’t hold a fart in three sticks, but today he said that he had something to say:

   "Each family gets more than 10,000 yuan, but Qingshan gets 1 million yuan alone. The gap seems a bit big?"

  The villagers suddenly fell silent after hearing this, and the smile on their faces gradually disappeared.

  I get quite a lot, but others get more, so I feel unbalanced.

  As the gap between the rich and the poor widens, this mentality will continue to become unbalanced, gradually forming the state of decades later.

   Don't worry about scarcity, but about inequality. This is the truth.

  Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit weird, the old branch secretary tapped the small cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe twice, and then spoke:

   "The pole just said that the money flew towards our Jiapigou like it had wings, but have you ever thought about who put the wings on the money?"

   "That goes without saying, of course it is Qingshan, everyone knows it by heart."

  Da Zhang Luo knew what the old party secretary meant, and quickly built a ladder for him.

  The old branch secretary nodded: "It's Qingshan's ability to make a lot of money. Let's take the case of contracting the Doubao Mountain. Qingshan can contract the forest by himself. Why does he have to bring everyone?"

   After finishing speaking, he pointed at Zhang Laoji with a cigarette pipe: "Old Ji, tell everyone this reason? How can you get more than 10,000 yuan? Is it because you have the ability, or do you have a way?"

  Old Zhang drooped his head immediately: "That's Qingshan's benevolence and righteousness. He took care of us old folks. It was because I was too left-handed just now, and I went to the edge of the corner. I will go to Qingshan's house later and admit my mistake to him."

   "There's no need to admit your mistakes, everyone knows what they're doing, and no one will talk about it in the future, or don't blame me for being rude!"

   "Even if some outsiders say it, it's because they don't understand the situation in our Jiapigou, and they just talk nonsense. Seeing our Jiapigou live a good life, they are jealous and jealous, wishing that we would engage in internal strife."

  The old party secretary has worked at the grassroots level for most of his life, and he has a lot of experience. As soon as this kind of jealousy appeared, he was wiped out in the bud.

  …

  Liu Qingshan sent Victor and his party away, and when they got home, they saw the second sister cleaning sauce pieces in the yard, and grandma and grandma Qiu Ju, also sitting on the small bench to help.

  I saw Liu Yinfeng holding a small brush, bit by bit, very meticulously brushing off the green hairs on the sauce cubes with water.

  Her expression was very focused, the sun shone on her fair face, and there was still a layer of tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

   Seeing this scene, Liu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction: He is completely relieved that the second sister can calm down and do things.

  At this moment when you are about to step out of the country and enter a strange country to study, and you are still burdened with tens of millions of pounds in funds, if you are replaced by someone else, you may be nervous or excited. I am afraid that few people can calm down and do things.

   Whenever there is a big event, she is calm, and she is talking about the second sister.

   "It's time for the sauce, what's the lunar calendar today?"

   Liu Qingshan couldn't help but asked with a smile.

   "Sanfeng, it's already the eighth day of April." Grandma Qiu Ju replied cheerfully.

  The old lady is now fully integrated into the life of Liu Qingshan's family. She helps cook every day, and sometimes goes to the village to follow the busy work. Her life is very fulfilling and her spirit is more joyful.

  Because in this family, those children headed by Liu Qingshan really regard her as their own grandma.

  Local soybean paste is also very particular about the date, usually on the eighth day of April, or on the twenty-eighth day of April, and at the latest is the Dragon Boat Festival on May 5th.

  Liu Qingshan washed his hands in the basin, and then broke the pieces of sauce.

  The sauce blocks on their side are all a cuboid, more than one foot long, and nearly half a foot wide and high.

  Some children's heads are relatively square, so they are described as "a head with a block of sauce".

  Generally, soy beans are cooked before the Spring Festival. The so-called soy beans are locally produced soybeans, which are very soft and rotten in the pot overnight.

   Then use a wooden sauce pestle to mash it bit by bit. Later, there was a small hand-cranked machine, which was specially used to stir soy beans.

   After the soy beans are crushed, they are placed on the panel, smashed into the square mentioned above, wrapped in newspaper or kraft paper, placed on the top of the cabinet, and waited for time to ferment slowly.

  When the weather gets warmer, the temperature in the house rises, and when you enter the house, there will be a smell of sauce cubes. At this time, the sauce is about to be poured.

  Liu Qingshan broke apart the sauce cubes, and the middle part was sticky, which meant that the sauce cubes were fermented.

   Whether the miso is good or not, fermentation is the key.

   After breaking the sauce pieces into pieces, throw them into the sauce jar, add salt and water, preferably cold water.

  Liu Qingshan's family has a large population, mainly because of the large number of immigrants, so there are a total of eight big sauce cubes, and a second tank is used to fill most of it.

   Putting the sauce cubes into the tank can only be regarded as the beginning, and it is still behind when I am busy.

   Every morning when I get up, the first thing I do is to make sauce jars.

   Use a wooden rake to stir the liquid in the sauce tank back and forth one by one. This process is called raking.

   The second key to whether the miso tastes good is on the rake.

  For those who are diligent, they rake once in the morning and evening, and each time takes at least 20 minutes to half an hour.

   While beating, use a spoon to scoop out the dirt floating on it.

   In this way, after the miso is fully fermented, the aroma emitted when raking can be smelled across several houses.

  If you are a lazy person and don’t rake much, the miso will smell like stinky feet, and it will be unpalatable for thieves.

  In Liu Qingshan’s house, it is the mother and grandma who are responsible for raking, most of the time it is the grandma.

  The old lady was sitting in front of the sauce jar, her hands were not too fast, she was pounding the wooden rake, her expression was focused and calm.

  It seems that the whole years flowed through her fingers bit by bit...

   For this reason, Liu Qingshan also specially took a few photos of his mother and grandma beating rakes, as a souvenir.

  After taking the photo, seeing grandma sitting there quietly and raking, with a face full of satisfaction of knowing her fate, Liu Qingshan couldn't help being touched, and hummed softly:

   "It's been a long time, if you want to say that you were so confused back then, it's hard to choose between truth and illusion."

   "Sorrows and joys, parting and reuniting, have been there before, so persistent, why?"

   "The long road of life, searching up and down, longing in the heart, living sincerely..."

  Accompanied by the light ringing of grandma's hand, Liu Qingshan's singing made everyone fascinated, savoring the hardships and longing of the years.

   Liu Yinfeng's eyes are far away: the road is long and long, I will search up and down!

  After Liu Qingshan finished singing a song, Liu Yinfeng asked: "Sanfenger, what song is this, why haven't I heard it before?"

   "Yeah, it should be popular in a few years."

  Liu Qingshan explained with a smile that he longed for this TV series, which was released in 1990, and it would indeed take a few years.

   After speaking, he suddenly felt that something had changed in the second sister Liu Yinfeng.

eager!

  Liu Yinfeng looked up at the clear sky, his eyes seemed to cross the ocean and reach the strange country on the other side of the ocean.

  At this time, I suddenly heard someone yelling: "Wanting, this is a good name, Sanfenger, my new book, this is the name!"

  It was the elder brother-in-law Gao Wenxue, who was yelling, and through his myopia lenses, he could see the glow of excitement.

   "Brother-in-law, are you done writing?" Liu Qingshan was also a little excited.

   For more than a year, the eldest brother-in-law has devoted himself to creating, is it finally time to reap the rewards?

  Gao Xuexue nodded, then shook his head again: "I just finished the first book, I plan to write a trilogy for this book, Qingshan, please help me to see it first, and I will revise it a few times."

  Actually, Gao Wenxue finished the first draft a few days ago, but he has never figured out a proper name.

  Until I heard the word "desire" that came out of Liu Qingshan's mouth just now, I immediately felt that it was very appropriate: Cultivation from desire, and harvest from cultivation, isn't this a trilogy?

   "Brother-in-law, let me read it too."

  Liu Yinfeng also excitedly followed Liu Qingshan to Gao Wenxue's small study.

  Gao Xuexue brought out a cardboard box, inside of which were thick manuscript paper.

   Unscrewing the pen, Gao Wenxue wrote two large characters on the top: Desire!

  Looking at the one-foot-high manuscript paper, Liu Qingshan nodded: It’s a big tome, but I don’t know what the content is like, whether it can reach the level of an ordinary world.

  Sit down at the desk, Liu Qingshan took the opening chapter handed over by Gao Wenxue, read it, and soon immersed himself in the story.

  The story begins in 1976, using the black land as the blueprint, and tells the story of Xiao Shanzi, an ordinary rural youth, struggling with his peers in the tide of the era of change.

  They suffer from poverty, they yearn for friendship, love, and a happy life...

  After Liu Qingshan finished reading a manuscript, he was picked up by Liu Yinfeng next to him.

   Just like that, Liu Qingshan only watched most of it at night.

  Closing his eyes, he gently rubbed his eye sockets, his mind was still full of characters and stories in the book, intertwining and changing constantly.

   "Sanfeng, what do you think?"

  Gao Xuexue stared at Liu Qingshan nervously.

  Liu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of deep desire: "Brother-in-law, I think this book has a chance to win the Mao Dun Literature Award."

  (end of this chapter)