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  Chapter 416 This state is already a bit crazy

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

  He knows that up to now, this award has been held twice, and the selection is held every three years.

   Each of the award-winning novels is extremely important. Can he stand shoulder to shoulder with those great writers?

  Liu Qingshan saw that Gao Wenxue's confidence was a bit lacking, and said encouragingly: "From this novel, I can see the deep love for this land."

   “Seeing people in this land who are full of desire and who can use their hands to work hard to change their lives.”

   "Such a realistic theme is destined to leave a glorious page in the history of literature."

   Liu Qingshan gave a very high evaluation. From the perspective of a person who has been there, the desire of the elder 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, he really had a bit of him, so he could only smile and shake his head.

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

  Gao Wenxue assumed the posture of wanting to talk by candlelight at night.

  Liu Qingshan does have a lot of ideas to say, and Liu Yinfeng also makes some additions.

  The more the three chatted, the more interested they became, until Dongfang turned pale, and 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 immersing himself in creation and modification. Except for eating, sleeping and necessary physiological activities, the rest of the time was devoted to creation.

   This state is already a bit crazy.

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

  He knows the hardships of creation, which can really kill people, just like Lu Yao, who died young after writing the ordinary world.

  One book drained all of his hard work, and every word and sentence was made of blood.

  The mother-in-law also feels sorry for her son-in-law. These days, Jinfeng has gone abroad, and three meals a day are all provided by Linzhi.

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

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

  Even if Gao Xuexue is not willing to go out, he still has to listen to his mother-in-law.

   Seeing that the elder brother-in-law lived a regular life, Liu Qingshan was relieved, counted the days, and sent the second sister to the capital.

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

  The folks are so kind and exhorting, and the children are full of envy. In their minds, Sister Yinfeng is a role model for them to strive to catch up.

   "Everyone go back, even if I am in a foreign country, I will still think of my fellow countrymen." Liu Yinfeng also looked a little excited, and waved goodbye to people.

   "Erfeng, don't embarrass us Chinese people when you are abroad."

  The old branch secretary also waved his thin palm.

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

   This is the exhortation of Grandpa Kidnap.

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

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

  Watching the elder brother and the second sister get into the car, the tears of the two little ones finally dripped down.

  Shan Xing suddenly opened his mouth and sang: "My ancestors have branded everything about me with the seal of Hua Guo..."

  After driving to the county seat, Liu Yinfeng calmed down.

   It was Lu Xiaolong who drove them off, and only then started talking with a smile: "Sister Yinfeng, if I can go to the United States sometime, it will be worth it."

  Liu Qingshan knocked him on the head: "The country of America is not a paradise, it's just a paradise for the rich."

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

  …

  In an old alley in the capital, the sound of small drums sounded. The old hat rode three wheels through the narrow alley. The wheels ran over the mottled stone road, as if walking through a distant historical picture.

  Uncle Lu was sitting on the tricycle, holding a snare drum in his hand, tapping lightly twice from time to time, and yelling: "Take old things—"

  In the former capital city, there was a business that specialized in collecting second-hand goods, called playing small drums, which was similar to them now.

   "Drummer, I have a jar at home, do you accept it?"

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

   "Old sister, you should keep the pickled sauce in this jar."

  Master Lu didn't even need to look at him, Lao Maoer put the pickle jar back.

  The old lady suddenly became unhappy: "Look at your wrinkled face, whoever you call sister!"

  Old Maoer laughed twice, and was about to leave, but was stabbed by Uncle Lu, who quietly pointed to the corner of the wall.

  Looking at the pile of broken bricks and tiles there, the old hat's eyes lit up: "Whose tiles belong to?"

   "It's a string of public house repairs."

  The old lady glanced and said casually.

   "Then we'll give you fifty cents. The house at home is a little leaky, and I'm thinking about picking something to go back and make up for it."

  Old Mao'er took out a few ten-cent notes 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 Lao Maoer smiled at each other, threw away the useless bricks, and left the intact tiles and tiles.

   "These tiles are good, and they are beautifully carved."

  Master Lu picked up a tile and praised it.

  The so-called tiles are the round tiles used to cover the front of the eave tiles, which play a role of decoration and protection.

  Two people rode a tricycle and transported these roof tiles to Shijia Hutong, the old house of Grandma Liu Qingshan.

  Here, a lot of construction materials have been piled up, and they brought them back bit by bit every day.

   There are bricks and tiles, as well as some carved and dilapidated doors and windows.

  The biggest ones are the two drum-shaped stone gates, and the carvings on them are also exquisite. According to the old hat, these two gates used to be the entrance of a certain prince's mansion.

  Men Duner 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 in the door, crying for a wife...

  Besides the couple, the old brothers even brought back a completed screen wall.

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

  The heart of the shadow wall in the middle is a picture of three friends in the cold season, which is antique.

  According to Mr. Mao'er, he seemed to have seen it in some palace when he was young anyway.

  Some of these things in the yard were picked up, and some were taken back by someone. They didn't cost much anyway, and people at the moment don't take these things as good things.

   This was also arranged by Liu Qingshan when he was leaving. The raw materials are the most labor-intensive part of repairing an old house like this.

  There is no place that specializes in the production of antique building materials. If you want to restore the old house to its original state, you may have to burn bricks and tiles yourself, which will take a lot of effort.

  So Liu Qingshan came up with this trick, anyway, it won't delay the two of them from collecting second-hand goods.

   After sorting things into categories, there is only one wooden box for valuables left on the tricycle.

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

   "Qingshan, when did you come?"

  Old Hat greeted with a smile.

   "Just arrived, Uncle Master, Uncle Lu, wash and eat, I happened to pass by Tianfu, and bought a sauced elbow." Liu Qingshan greeted the two with a smile.

   "Not busy, not busy, put things back first."

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

  Liu Qingshan was watching from the side, and Uncle Lu explained: "Today's harvest is average, just a large bowl from a folk kiln in the Qing Dynasty, and there are more than a dozen Yuan Datou."

   Several people took their things and went to the treasure room. Uncle Lu and Lao Maoer each took out a key. There were two locks on the door, and each of them was responsible for a lock.

  Liu Qingshan entered the house and took a look, feeling that there were a lot more things than when he left last time.

   "Xiao Shanzi, this room is almost full." The old hat said, then put the silver dollars together with the ones collected earlier, and rolled them up with kraft paper.

  Uncle Lu took out the booklet and started to register one by one.

   After they were all cleaned up, they left the house together, and Liu Qingshan said:

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

   "That's a good thing. We have spent a lot of money on these things. If we put them here, we can't sleep well every day."

  Uncle Lu was joking, while his wife and Liu Yinfeng were cleaning up the dishes and preparing for dinner.

  The two old brothers ran for a day, and at night each of them paid two taels, and they didn't drink too much.

  Tell each other about their respective situations, and the old Maoer Master Uncle stretched out his hand to Liu Qingshan: "The funds are going to be spent again."

  Liu Qingshan also held back his laughter, why did he even pay for it?

  Uncle Lu smiled and added next to him: "It's easy to say, the things you collect don't cost a lot of money when you go to the alleys every day. It's just going to the Friendship Store every week, which costs a lot of foreign exchange."

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

   But Liu Qingshan doesn't care, no matter how high the price is, compared to later generations, it is still the price of cabbage.

   And the more money spent, the more things received and the better the quality, he was really looking forward to it.

  So he smiled and said, "I just made a fortune selling morels. My second sister wants to bring some when she goes abroad, and I can give you about 100,000 US dollars."

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

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

  Uncle Lu also laughed: "Our two brothers have become the most unpopular people in the Friendship Store."

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

   After all, after decades, it might cost thousands of times and tens of thousands of times to buy it back.

  (end of this chapter)