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  Chapter 55 Don't move!

   After breakfast, Liu Qingshan greeted Yang Hongying and prepared to go to the commune.

  Gao Wenxue also went with him. A few days ago, a letter from Harvest magazine said that the remittance of the manuscript fee had arrived. He went to the Post Office to see if it had arrived.

  Called several times, Yang Hongying didn't move, squatted in the yard, together with the fourth and fifth children, teasing Xiongzi, the three girls, one big, two young, giggled from time to time.

  It seems that this bear cub is quite lethal, with the attitude of killing both big and small.

   "Teacher Yang, let's go, if you don't go, you won't be able to catch up with the No. 2 bus!"

  Liu Qingshan yelled a few more times, and Yang Hongying reluctantly waved to Little Bear: "Goodbye, Xiao Hei, I will play with you when I come back."

  Turning around, she glared at Liu Qingshan: "Sanfenger, why are you urging, is there a car in our village?"

  Hi, you've changed your face very quickly!

  Liu Qingshan grinned: "On the big road, of course you have to run a big horse-drawn carriage, which is much better than a car. It's cool and fuel-efficient. Let's go."

   The two chattered, followed by Gao Wenxue, and when they arrived at the east end of the village, the owner of the carriage was already waiting here with a big carriage.

   The journey was noisy, but she wasn't lonely. Yang Hongying also realized the benefits of the horse-drawn carriage that Liu Qingshan said. This kind of leisurely and relaxed travel is really better than taking a car.

   But thinking about the situation when she came here, she still felt a little shuddering in her heart.

   Clap clap!

  Accompanied by the firecrackers blown by the boss uncle from time to time, Yang Hongying also heard Liu Qingshan, who is very popular in poetry, chanting a very strange modern poem in his mouth:

  The former daylight slows down,

   Cars, horses, and mail are all slow,

  Life is only enough to love one person.

  …

  Puchi, Yang Hongying's laughter sounded beside her: "Sanfeng'er, you're only a little old, you just love love, do you understand?"

   Anyway, I know better than you.

Liu Qingshan curled his lips, and then heard the boss uncle driving the car say with a smile: "Mr. Yang, you don't know the customs in our countryside. It's not uncommon to have a son early, half a child, and get married after graduating from junior high school." few."

   That's it!

  Yang Hongying thought about it, the men and women of her age in Jiapigou had already married.

  Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hands, and then said: "Sanfenger, your poem seems to be very flavorful, but it is a bit different from mainstream modern poems."

  Liu Qingshan waved his hands again and again: "I didn't write it, I read it from other places, and I think it's quite appropriate."

   "Let me tell you, this kind of poem can't be written without life experience."

  Gao Xuexue nodded. The modern poems at the moment are more passionate and powerful, which is very different from this slow poem.

  Yang Hongying also joined the discussion: "Brother Literature, I heard that your work will be published on Harvest. If you receive the manuscript fee today, you have to treat me."

  In terms of age, Yang Hongying is two years older than Liu Jinfeng, but two years younger than Gao Wenxue.

  Gao Wenxue nodded vigorously, his eyes looked back through the myopia lens, and he muttered: "I must invite, there are too many people to thank..."

   It was more than ten miles, and the carriage traveled for more than an hour. It had only been two days since the sun cleared, and the road was not very easy to walk.

  When I arrived at the commune, I saw a group of militiamen at the intersection, walking over in neat steps. There seemed to be a tense and solemn atmosphere in the air.

  The carriage continued to drive, and sure enough, many slogans were found on the big wall by the side of the road.

  It was only then that Liu Qingshan realized that the grand event had already begun.

  The first stop was to go to the post office. Yang Hongying wanted to call a friend, Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue, one wanted to send a letter, and the other wanted to check the remittance slip.

  The post and telecommunications office is diagonally opposite the gate of the commune. The typical landmark is a large green letter box standing at the door.

   Letters are spread all over the country through letter boxes.

  So people in this era feel very close when they see the letter box.

  Liu Qingshan was about to stuff the reply letter into the letter box, but fortunately Gao Wenxue stopped him: "Sanfenger, you haven't put a stamp yet."

  Uh... I haven't sent letters for many years, but Liu Qingshan forgot about it. He retracted his hand in embarrassment, and followed the two people in front of him into the post office.

  At this moment, post and telecommunications have not yet separated, so the post office is very lively. There are people making phone calls, sending telegrams, sending letters, and subscribing to newspapers and magazines. It is a busy scene.

  Even Liu Qingshan saw an old man wearing reading glasses and a Chinese tunic suit, who specialized in writing letters and telegrams for those people, with a pen pinned to the top pocket of the Chinese tunic suit.

   Waiting for a middle-aged woman next to the old man to finish the matter, the old man thought about it a little, and told her the five words "Mother's illness is critical and return quickly".

  The telegrams at this time usually don’t have good news, and the telegrams are charged according to the number of words.

  The current price is seven cents a word, so the fewer words, the more money you save.

  The middle-aged woman gave the old man a dime as a reward, and then went to line up to send a telegram.

  Liu Qingshan bought stamps first, and was just brushing paste on the back of the stamps, when he heard the staff member in the dark green uniform yell out of nowhere at the counter:

   "You are Gao Wenxue, haha, I caught you today!"

  Liu Qingshan shivered, and the paste poked his hands.

  Gao Wenxue also nervously pushed up his glasses with his hands: "Why are you arresting me? I haven't committed any crimes?"

  After entering the commune, for a person like him who is very sensitive to words, of course he saw those slogans.

  The employee of the post office excitedly opened the door and ran out, grabbing Gao Wenxue's arm: "So you are the great writer Gao Wenxue, haha, amazing, really amazing!"

   Several people around were also quite nervous just now. They were rolling up their arms and sleeves, preparing to catch the bad guys, but they were all fooled by this reversal.

   "Comrade, what's going on, you are so surprised, don't scare my brother-in-law out of trouble?"

  Liu Qingshan hurried up to inquire, and then heard the employee yelling again: "Comrade Gao Xuexue's manuscript fee has arrived, a total of 480 yuan. If you can get so much manuscript fee at a time, what is it not a great writer?"

   How much, four hundred and eighty yuan? !

  In the post office, there was a buzzing sound, and even Yang Hongying looked at Gao Wenxue in shock.

  The four hundred and eighty yuan at this time is basically the salary of a unit employee for a year, which is definitely not a small amount.

  Gao Wenxue was also so excited that his hands trembled a little. Last time, the manuscript fee of tens of yuan made him so excited that he didn't sleep all night. This time, it was more than ten times more.

   Suddenly, he grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand: "Sanfenger, I'm making money, no, we're making money, we're making money!"

  Liu Qingshan's palm was a little painful from being pinched by him, but he felt extremely happy and proud of his eldest brother-in-law.

   "That's right, big brother-in-law, let me tell you, you can do it!"

"Okay, okay, I can do it, I'm not useless, I can earn money to support my family, I want to buy nutrition for Jinfeng, a sewing machine for our mother, Moutai for our grandfather, and malted milk for our milk , buy sugar for Sifeng and Wufeng, buy, buy, buy..."

  Gao Wenxue was so excited that he could speak incoherently. He also had an account in his heart for how everyone in the family treated him.

  He wants to repay these relatives, he dreams of it, but usually, he can't give anything.

   And now, his dream has finally come true!

  Liu Qingshan can fully understand Gao Wenxue's mood at the moment. The eldest brother-in-law is kind and righteous, and he feels even more happy in his heart.

  As for the people around Gao Wenxue, there was a lot of clicks: sewing machines, malted milk, and that kind of wine, for most ordinary people, they just think about it.

  The post office was noisy and noisy, attracting many people from outside. Those who couldn’t squeeze in just leaned over the window and looked in.

   Under the envious eyes of the people, Gao Wenxue printed his own hand stamp on the remittance slip, and then took a thick stack of unity and stuffed it all into Liu Qingshan's hands.

   "Take it!"

   "Brother-in-law, this is your manuscript fee, what are you doing for me?"

  Liu Qingshan was about to resign when he heard a very majestic shout from outside:

   "Leave it all, let it go!"

   Afterwards, several militiamen separated from the crowd and squeezed in: "What happened here, is there someone making trouble?"

  Now is the most tense time. The militiamen are tightening the string every day. When they see people gathering here, they rush to the scene immediately.

  Then saw Liu Qingshan holding a large amount of money, the militiamen were shocked immediately, and raised their rifles: "Don't move, raise your hands!"

   This is taking me as someone robbing a bank——robbing a post office, right?

  Liu Qingshan quickly explained: "Comrade, we are here to withdraw money, so we don't need to raise our hands, or the money will fall on the ground."

   "How can you withdraw so much money? The source of your money must be unknown. Come with us!"

  The militia company commander who took the lead is also serious. Usually, remittances are at most a hundred or eighty, which is too much, and there is obviously a problem.

  The comrade from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau stood up and helped explain: "Misunderstanding, this money is the royalties of Comrade Gao Wenxue, who is a great writer."

  The militiamen put away their guns, saluted Liu Qingshan and Gao Wenxue, and walked out.

   Oops, I was so scared that my forehead was sweating!

   This is the first time that Liu Qingshan has been pointed at with a gun. It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous. Anyone else would panic!

  Ask Gao Wenxue to help, put the money into the satchel first, and leave Yang Hongying here waiting to make a call, and he has to go to the agricultural machinery station to buy a shredder.

  Yang Hongying also waved her hands excitedly, not forgetting to tease: "Brother Literature, don't forget to treat guests at noon, today I finally managed to eat a big family."

Sitting in the carriage again, the boss uncle was also very happy from ear to ear: "Literature, you boy is really good, you are too pissed, and you made our Jiapigou face big, what did you say, the little rooster usually doesn't crow , it can scare people to death as soon as it crows."

  The blush on Gao Wenxue's face from the excitement still hasn't faded, he pushed his glasses with his hands:

   "Uncle Boss, what you're saying is that if you don't make a name, it's a blockbuster. Compared with those great writers, I'm still far behind."

   "Yes, yes, yes, it's better if you are educated." Uncle Boss flicked his big whip and rattled, and rushed directly into the yard of the agricultural machinery station.

  Gao Xuexue saw it anxiously: "Let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative first!"

  Liu Qingshan patted his arm with a smile: "Brother-in-law, we have money to spend slowly, not in a hurry, not in a hurry."

  (end of this chapter)