Hello 1983

  Chapter 417 I Believe in You! (A monthly ticket is requested at the third watch)

  The next morning, after Liu Qingshan had finished training with Old Maoer Master-Uncle in the yard, Aunt Lu asked, "Qingshan, do you still have any rice in your place? There is almost no porridge left?"

   No way, what about the two sacks left over from years ago?

  Liu Qingshan is also a little puzzled, usually there are only three or four people here, how can they eat so much?

   "Don't mention it, your cronies have snatched it away." The old hat master also complained.

   I am used to eating Songjiang green rice, and I always feel that it is not good to eat other rice.

   "Hupenggouyou, you are talking about Xiao Wu and the others, these guys..."

  Liu Qingshan also shook his head with a smile, he has no time to settle accounts with them these two days, and wait until he sends his second sister away.

  After breakfast, Mr. Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu went to work on tricycles. Liu Qingshan asked them to send a message to Jiang Renyi and come over for lunch.

  At around ten o'clock in the morning, Jiang Renyi rushed here. Liu Qingshan saw his dusty appearance, and probably just came back from his hometown.

"boss."

  Jiang Renyi let out a cry, his eyes sparkled even more, and he looked extremely excited.

  In the past few months, it has been like a dream for him: first he resigned from the unit, and then he went to go through the formalities for going abroad with a feeling of apprehension.

   Originally, I was planning to go all out with the idea of ​​breaking the boat, but unexpectedly, both the review and the visa were handled very smoothly.

   Of course Jiang Renyi knew that all of this was the result of Liu Qingshan's advance greeting. Unexpectedly, this boss, with such great energy, was able to kill thousands of troops across the single-plank bridge without incident.

  Especially this time when he went back to his hometown and handed over the 5,000 yuan Liu Qingshan gave him to his family, it can be regarded as a complete solution to the worries of the past few years.

  Jiang Renyi now only wants to go to UCLA in Los Angeles and make contributions right away.

  His school is the same as Liu Yinfeng's, but the major is different. He is about to study computer science, which is what Jiang Renyi is most eager to learn.

  That's why he was so excited when he saw this little boss who was several years younger than himself.

   "Brother Jiang, calm down, stay calm. In this regard, you should learn more from my second sister."

  Liu Qingshan patted Jiang Renyi's arm with a smile, and pulled him to sit on the chair under the pomegranate tree.

  Jiang Renyi raised his hand to push his glasses, and smiled a little embarrassedly:

   "I also want to be calm, but I haven't reached that level yet. I got up two mornings ago and went for a walk in the park. I saw a qigong master teaching the students to practice Dragon God Kungfu. I followed suit for two days."

   "It didn't work. The master said that I was not sincere, and asked me to give up everything outside of me. I had two yuan in my pocket at the time, and I gave it to the master, but I still couldn't calm down."

Liu Qingshan also blinked his eyes when he heard it, then went back to the room and put a stack of green bills into Jiang Renyi's hand: "These five thousand dollars are for your living expenses, this time, you should feel it again and look at it in your heart." Have you calmed down?"

  Jiang Renyi really closed his eyes, then nodded: "Sure enough, it's much more stable."

   After finishing speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes again, staring at the banknote in his hand: "It's strange, this is different from what the master said, why is there peace of mind when you have things outside your body?"

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help but said happily: "You were thinking about the air ticket money, and how to earn living expenses after you get there. It's no wonder that you can feel at ease."

   After thinking about it for a while, he warned again: "Don't listen to the nonsense of those masters, qigong or something, most of them are lies."

   "Boss, you can't say that. There are a few masters who are quite powerful. They need their skills to **** the artificial satellites to the sky."

  Jiang Renyi said it seriously, and Liu Qingshan stopped talking about this topic with him.

   Qigong fever is one of the characteristics of this era, not to mention Jiang Renyi, even those professors who Jiang Renyi went to university, some of them are convinced.

  There are also officials at various levels who are also contributing to the flames, and the radio and newspapers are all pursuing and positive publicity, setting off a wave of Qigong practice by the whole people.

  All kinds of exercises emerge in endlessly. Liu Qingshan definitely has a bigger brain than the authors of those Internet novels in the later generations for those strange names of exercises.

  Qigong masters go to the sky and hide from the earth, omnipotent: long-distance qigong healing and so on are all pediatrics.

   It is said that the fire in Daxinganling was extinguished by a qigong master remotely. Can you believe this?

   There is also the matter of water turning into oil, so there is no need to mention it.

   This kind of wave is not something he can fight alone, and he doesn't want to be a fighter. He just needs to remind his relatives and friends not to be fooled.

  Time will tell everything. When the song ends, people will realize that all this is just a farce.

  When superstition is put on the cloak of science, you will find that it makes science even stained with a demon.

  Next, Liu Qingshan started a long talk with Jiang Renyi, and Liu Yinfeng was also listening.

   I had lunch in the middle, and then continued to chat. When the old hat and the others came back, the conversation continued.

  Jiang Renyi's originally excited expression and restless heart have gradually calmed down.

   When it was time to eat dinner, he said hilariously: "Boss, you are better than a Qigong master, and now I feel much better."

  Can we not mention this, Liu Qingshan glared at him angrily: "Hurry up and buy a plane ticket tomorrow."

  Jiang Renyi scratched his head: "Starting tomorrow, I will participate in a training class for overseas personnel."

  Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Didn't I already train you, or train you alone?"

   It is very strict to go abroad during this period, and special counseling and training are required for those who study abroad.

   Firstly, I came to introduce and understand the situation there, and secondly, I came to conduct ideological education. Don’t go out and don’t want to come back.

  In fact, nearly half of the people who went out never came back.

   As for air tickets, for Liu Qingshan, they are not too expensive. Two air tickets cost less than 500 US dollars, and they only cost a few catties of morel mushrooms.

  But for the vast majority of students studying abroad at that time, the price of the air ticket was already sky-high.

   Fortunately, the air tickets for the government-sponsored international students are all paid by the state. Otherwise, few of them would be able to afford it.

  The direct flight between the two countries started in 1981. In the past two years, some flights have been added one after another. Liu Yinfeng and Jiang Renyi's flight is from the capital to San Francisco, with stops in Shanghai and Los Angeles, once a week.

  After dinner, Liu Qingshan wanted to go out for a stroll, but was pulled by Jiang Renyi and chatted for half the night.

  This guy has no place to live these days. He sleeps on the floor in a former colleague's house. There is less than a week left, so he simply lives here.

  Liu Qingshan has long been used to getting up early, so the next day, he woke up as early as dawn, and Jiang Renyi, who was in the same room with him, also got up in a daze.

   "What are you doing up so early, sleep a little longer." Liu Qingshan muttered.

   "I'm so excited in my head that I can't sleep."

Jiang Renyi put on his clothes, went out of the house with Liu Qingshan, and said in his mouth: "I will practice that dragon magic skill again. If I succeed, I will be able to receive your message directly in Los Angeles. Save on phone bills."

  Information skills and the like were also a big school at that time. The students each had a pot on their heads, called the information pot, which they said could receive information from the universe.

   "You better stop practicing, if you receive information from aliens, you will be in trouble if you develop into a spy on Earth."

  Liu Qingshan felt that this guy was a bit obsessed.

   It is better not to send people like this abroad, what if they infect international friends?

  Arrived in the yard, Mr. Mao'er was already stretching his legs and legs. When he saw Liu Qingshan, he waved to him:

   "The yard is too small to use it, so let's go to the park for a walk."

  So the three of them went out for a run to the park. Uncle Maoer and Liu Qingshan couldn't get angry. Only Jiang Renyi ran like a dog after a while, and kept laughing.

  The closest to them is the Temple of Heaven Park, and there is no admission fee in the morning.

  Entered the park, covered by ancient cypresses, the air is still very fresh.

   To Liu Qingshan's surprise, there are more people doing morning exercises in the park than later generations.

   These people include men and women, old and young, workers in overalls, and people in cadre uniforms. There is also a chubby guy who looks like he is only ten years old, wearing a small vest.

  Because of being too fat, the vest was stretched tightly.

  It is rare to see a fat man these days, Liu Qingshan paid attention to it, and saw that the little fat man was taking an irregular horse gait, and his two chubby little hands were shaking and pushing forward in front of him.

  I saw him raise his index finger and bend his other fingers. The muscles on his chubby face were slightly distorted, and he was still muttering with difficulty: "Get out, fat!"

   It gave Liu Qingshan the feeling that he was shouting: Transform yourself, Ultraman!

   Is this weight loss?

  Liu Qingshan moved forward, and then heard a woman beside the chubby pier saying:

   "Persevere, according to what the master said, use Qi to expel all the fat in the body!"

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help being stunned: I have learned a lot, and it turns out that Qigong can also lose weight.

  Little Fatty, Xiao Fatty, if you run around the Temple of Heaven Park every day, you will definitely lose weight.

   Take a closer look at those morning exercisers around, basically a dozen or dozens of people get together and practice the same exercise.

  Looking and watching, Liu Qingshan saw a middle-aged aunt lying on the ground for unknown reasons, her limbs twitching. This is a sudden illness, right?

  Liu Qingshan hurried over: "Auntie, what's the matter with you, what's wrong with you, do you want to go to the hospital?"

  The auntie opened her eyes suddenly, and gave Liu Qingshan a hard look: "I didn't see that I was practicing. I was interrupted by you at the critical moment of Sangong."

   "If it weren't for my profound skills, I would have gone mad. If young people don't learn well, they will know how to meddle in their own business!"

  Liu Qingshan was speechless: You have gone mad, okay?

  So he simply put the aunt down and told her to continue to convulse, Liu Qingshan saw the old hat master happily walking over, and pointed to his head:

   "Xiao Shanzi, don't talk to them, these people are sick."

  The aunt was not happy when she heard it: "Whoever practices Qigong if you are not sick, stay away, believe it or not, tell my master to perform qigong from a long distance, and hit you directly!"

"I am so scared."

  Old Mao'er raised his hands high in a gesture of surrender, then did a backflip, and slapped his back heavily on the flat ground.

  The ground is covered with thick stone slabs, for ordinary people, it would be hard to fall, but Liu Qingshan knows that this is the iron mountain for their master to practice, and they always fall like this.

  The aunt really thought it was the master who performed the gong from a distance: "Hmph, you believe it this time!"

  Liu Qingshan also looked up at the sky: I believe you are evil!

  (end of this chapter)