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  Chapter 571 This is strength (ask for a monthly ticket)

   Ten thousand yuan per family?

  The people who followed Liu Qingshan to this small mountain village were all stunned.

  Rural households with 10,000 yuan are quite rare now, how many households with 10,000 yuan do you have to donate?

  Xu Changsheng grabbed the fourth child and said, "Fourth sister, how many households are there in your village?"

  The little old fourth tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and then said with his fingers:

   "If Lian Shanxing, Dumb Grandpa, Brother Tie Zhu, and Teacher Liu Ying are all counted, it will be exactly forty households!"

  Forty households, you have to donate 400,000!

  Even the tape queen felt a little unbelievable. She had already thought about it, and donated 10,000 yuan of money from the company a few days ago.

   "Don't forget, everyone, this is the famous 100,000-yuan village." It was Wei Bing who knew some details and reminded him.

  Everyone has heard of the 100,000-yuan village, but in their minds, there should be more publicity, and it would be nice to reach the 10,000-yuan village.

  Thus, these people all looked at Liu Qingshan. After all, this is the hometown of the boss, so he knows the situation best.

  In fact, Liu Qingshan was also a little shocked. Of course, the old dier in Jiapigou knew that each family donated 10,000 yuan, and it was not impossible to get it out.

  The key is, are everyone really willing?

  Looking at the unpretentious faces around, everyone was happy, as if no one objected to the old party secretary's words.

   "Come, come, collect the money, each family has 10,000 yuan, go home and get the passbook!"

   Da Zhang Luo was shouting, and he had already started to talk.

   Then the crowd dispersed after a whoosh.

  Liu Qingshan grabbed the little fourth child: "Why are you running?"

   "Brother, Shan Xing and I went home to pick up the passbook." The fourth child responded, and broke free from his brother's palm, then took the fifth brother's hand, and ran away.

  Liu Qingshan has a feeling that the child has grown up and is out of control. Looking at the two little girls, it seems that they have really grown a lot.

  So he waved his hand: "Come on, go to my house first to have a look, it seems that we can't put it down, let's go to the team headquarters first, it's very cold outside."

  The farther the troops went to the west of the village, the more surprised they were: the mud houses gradually turned into spacious brick houses, row by row, row by row, neatly.

Liu Qingshan was also surprised to find that the team headquarters had been expanded, and two new houses had been built, with small long wooden signs hanging on the doors. There were activity rooms, meeting rooms, and guest houses, all of which looked decent. of.

  The old party secretary led everyone into the conference room, which could hold more than a hundred people, and all the tables and chairs were newly built.

   Greeted everyone to sit down, and half of them poured boiling water.

   Everyone is indeed a little cold, holding white porcelain teacups in both hands, and drinking.

   "What kind of tea is this?" Someone asked in surprise.

   "It's the herbal tea produced by our pharmaceutical factory. Everyone has an empty stomach. Drink less first to warm your stomach."

  The old branch secretary explained next to him, and then asked a boy: "Who kills pigs today?"

   "Zhang Shuzi's family."

   "Okay, let's eat at their house, let's eat pig-killing dishes tonight!" The old party secretary directly arranged the meals.

  The half-child was also clever: "I'll go and tell Brother Handy."

   After saying that, he ran away.

  In the conference room, the three elders in the village are ready: the old branch secretary is holding a pen, ready to register; the boss is holding a yellow schoolbag in his arms, ready to collect money; Captain Zhang is mainly supervising.

  These outsiders wondered: Look at this, it's quite formal, are you really going to collect money?

   Not long after, villagers entered the house one after another, and a loud voice sounded: "I'll come first!"

  I saw a vigorous old man, wearing a grass-green military uniform, limping over with a cane, and put a passbook on the table.

  Captain Zhang opened the passbook and took a look: "Uncle Kidnap, 10,000 yuan."

  Grandpa Kidnap had a smile on his face, and he slammed his cane on the ground: "This money is spent with open mind!"

  Crack, Er Biaozi held the camera in his hand decently, and took pictures of this memorable moment.

  Since Liu Qingshan went to school, Er Biaozi became his successor.

real or fake?

  A few young people still didn't believe it, so they went up to look at the passbook, carefully counted the string of zeros, and it was indeed 10,000 yuan.

   "My family's, my family's!" Zhang Ganzi ran in quickly, slapped the two passbooks on the table.

  Captain Zhang opened it and took a look: "Two five thousand yuan, Zhang pole, ten thousand yuan."

  The young people next to them also stretched their necks to see that the sum was indeed 10,000.

  After handing in the passbook, Zhang Ganzi rubbed his hands: "Qingshan, why didn't you invite the reporter here? I haven't been in the newspaper for a year."

  The old party secretary was furious: "Look far away, and you can see that your motives are not pure, so hurry up and feed the pigs!"

  Liu Qingshan blinked: "Our Jiapigou donation method, it's no wonder it doesn't get published in the newspapers."

   "That's good, that's good. When the time comes, will the interviews be done in the order of donations?"

   Zhang Ganzi was beaming with joy as he was talking, when his second uncle kicked his ass, and Ma Liu ran to feed the pigs.

  The villagers donated one by one, and it was really 10,000 yuan. The outsiders who followed Liu Qingshan believed them all.

  Everyone looked at each other with complex expressions of surprise, admiration, and thought.

  Amao finally couldn't help it, and caught a donation asking: "Uncle, don't you feel bad for donating so much money?"

   It was Zhang Lao Er who was questioned by her, and he said slowly: "My heart hurts, why don't I feel bad."

   "Then why do you still donate?" Amao was even more confused.

  Old Zhang hehehe twice: "It's just a matter of holding a wedding with someone else's family. Let's go with the ceremony. That kind of sports meeting is equivalent to the country's great wedding, and it should be accompanied by the ceremony."

  Amao was confused: You are a bit too polite, aren’t you?

  She caught another question, it was Zhang Shuzi's father, and the old man didn't say anything:

"We Jiapigou, the past two years have been better, and we have two spare money in our hands, and the country uses the money, so of course we need to help, even if we are neighbors, there is a troubled person who needs money, don't we have to help? ?”

  I asked several questions, and each one was more honest than the other, and none of them was high-profile.

  But the real gold and silver, but all took out.

   "Girl, don't ask, the money must have been taken voluntarily by everyone, no one forced it." The old branch secretary said cheerfully.

   "I didn't mean that, I'm just a little weird..." Amao waved his hands repeatedly.

  Of course the old branch secretary could guess what she was wondering about, so he clicked on the small cigarette pouch and said:

   "Girl, if we couldn't donate so much money a few years ago, we were poor at that time, and we know what it's like to be poor. It's really uncomfortable."

   "In recent years, the national policy has improved, and life has become easier. We must not forget our roots. This is what we rural people think."

  The words are true, everyone nodded vigorously, and their hearts were filled with respect, and when they looked at these simple villagers, they suddenly felt so cute.

   "I still have money, otherwise, if I want to donate so much, I won't be able to get it out." Gao Lingfeng knows what it feels like to be short of money, and he can't even treat illnesses, so he feels the deepest.

   This is of course a necessary prerequisite. This small mountain village is indeed rich.

  At this time, the fourth and fifth children ran in holding hands: "Grandpa branch secretary, this is donated by us!"

  Uncle Captain took a passbook from Shan Xing: "Twenty thousand yuan, you two little guys, ten thousand yuan each?"

   After finishing speaking, he touched the head of the fourth child: "You don't count, your mother will definitely come to donate later."

  Two dimples appeared on Shan Xing's small face: "Uncle Captain, I didn't find a passbook worth 10,000 yuan, so I just took this, and I have to ask for another 10,000 yuan."

   There was a burst of laughter immediately in the room, and Sister Zhang even opened her arms: "Old Wu, you are so cute, come, sister, give me a hug."

  She is rough and careless, but someone has a careful heart, and Amao also leaned forward: "Old Wu, you, where did you get so much money?"

   Ten thousand yuan, anyway, the current Amao can't afford it.

  The youngest four began to babble: "Shanxing has a dividend in the cooperative, and the advertising company also has a dividend. I have saved tens of thousands of yuan now."

Wow!

  Everyone exclaimed: It’s amazing, children have become ten thousand households?

   "There is also an advertising company, which company?" Amao was completely convinced.

   "Advertisement from Qingshan." The little boy's face was full of pride.

  As for Tsingshan Advertising Company, some time ago, it was published in a newspaper, reporting on the undertaking of advertising for the Seoul Olympics. It never occurred to me that the small boss of the company was here.

  Amao, who was hit hard, fell silent, and the others were similar, thinking that this small mountain village was really amazing.

   "Mom!"

   "Grandpa!" Liu Qingshan saw his mother and grandpa walking in, and rushed to meet him, before he even had time to go home.

  Liu Shikui looked at the eldest grandson cheerfully: "I'm back, with so many friends, let's go home and prepare meals."

   "Master, no need, I'll go to Baozi's house to eat some butchered vegetables." Liu Qingshan hasn't seen his mother and grandpa for several months.

  I feel as if I live younger and younger, and my heart is not only relieved.

Lin Zhi stepped forward, took out a few passbooks and put them on the table: "In addition to our family's, there is also a copy of Jinfeng and Wenxue, a copy of Hongying's family, and a copy of Dumb Uncle. In addition, Writer Lu also donated a copy. One copy; Mr. Huang Lao, who came to visit relatives on Hong Kong Island, also wants to express his heart."

   "Okay, we didn't treat Brother Huang as an outsider. We took the money and told Brother Huang, and we will treat Jiapigou as our own home from now on."

  The old branch secretary was even happier. Since Huang Shuwen came to Jiapigou, he got along very well with the old people in the village.

   And today's act of donating money has won the respect of everyone.

  At this time, Captain Zhang interrupted and said, "Jinfeng and Wenxue, and Hongying, don't need to pay separately, right?"

  There are quite a few cases like this in the village. If the children get married and have been separated, they all pay a share.

  Lin Zhi waved her hands with a smile: "It's their willingness, and it's all out of their hearts."

  It is hard for others to say anything, and everyone knows that Liu Jinfeng and Yang Hongying are both in charge of the factory, and they are not short of ten thousand yuan.

  In Liu Qingshan’s house alone, six or seven copies were taken out at once, but there were some who couldn’t get it out.

   Seeing that everyone had finished their donations, Wei Tiezhu and the three teachers from the village primary school, Liu Ying, Wang Jun, and Tian Jing, walked up together.

  Mr. Liu Ying said: "Grandpa branch secretary, we can't afford 10,000 yuan now, can we pay on credit first?"

  Everyone also listened to the news: Is there a credit for donations?

  The old party secretary was careful and thoughtful, and he considered the problem more comprehensively, and said cheerfully:

   "You guys are all new to our cooperative. You haven't participated in dividends yet, and you don't have so much money on hand. The cooperative will take care of it first."

  Those people let out a sigh of relief.

   "Grandpa branch secretary, let me take my share first." Lu Xiaolong also approached with a smile.

  The old party secretary glared: "Hasn't your boy's bonus at the pharmaceutical factory already been paid?"

   "Hey, didn't this mean I bought a jeep, and I still owe Gao Feng five thousand yuan." Lu Xiaolong's hippie smiling face still looked like he was out of business.

  However, his approach was very serious, and he also donated 10,000 yuan while laughing.

   Liu Qingshan looked a little puzzled, so he asked: "Grandpa branch secretary, it's almost the Chinese New Year, and last year's dividends haven't been settled yet?"

   Then seeing all the villagers in the house looking at him, Captain Zhang laughed loudly: "Just wait for you to come back. Everyone has said that Qingshan must come back before the money can be distributed."

   Liu Qingshan was sweating profusely, and his heart was even more moved: "I may go abroad to study next year, so I will distribute dividends in the future and proceed normally."

   "Qingshan, you also want to go abroad, you are doing well, you are promising!" Everyone praised after hearing this.

  Liu Qingshan quickly waved his hands: "I haven't even written my horoscope yet, so the donations are all gone, so let's go to eat quickly."

  At this time, Zhang Ganzi poked his head in from the door: "When will the reporter come?"

   After feeding the pigs, this guy was still thinking about it, so he wandered back.

   "Uncle Ganzi, just put your mind at ease, for such a big matter, there must be reporters coming to cover it." Liu Qingshan stuffed a reassurance into his mouth.

  A small mountain village has donated more than 400,000 yuan. This is definitely a big news, the kind that can be published in the people's newspaper.

  Especially what happened in the well-known 100,000-yuan village, getting rich without forgetting the country, what a positive theme.

  Liu Qingshan could foresee that Jiapigou must be on fire again.

   There are dozens of people on their side, and they are going to Zhang Jizi's house.

  At first, everyone was still a little worried, Zhang Pengfei poked Liu Qingshan: "Fourth brother, can they let so many of us go?"

  If Zhang Jizi originally added the house, it would definitely not be able to accommodate it, but his family has moved into a new house, with five large tile-roofed houses in a row, and eight tables.

  Boss Zhang Chunxiao led his daughter-in-law and greeted him at the door with a smile. Standing next to him was Zhang Shuzi, who was also on vacation.

  Liu Qingshan said hello, and those people in the back didn't need to introduce them one by one, they just let them into the room.

   "Anyone who can cross their legs should go to the kang, the kang is hot!" Big Zhang Luo had already started yelling, leaving a total of five tables for their group, enough for them.

  Everyone sat down lively, and then began to serve the dishes. Among them, more than half of them have never eaten pig-killing dishes.

  Seeing the pork with three layers of flowers, it is oily, and it smells delicious when you look at it.

   It was the blood sausage that looked a little dizzy and bloody, and dared not put down the chopsticks.

   "Try this blood sausage, it's smooth and tender, it's delicious, if you don't dare to eat it, just close your eyes and eat it." Liu Qingshan introduced it to everyone.

   There are really obedient ones, Xiaosengzi and A Mao both closed their eyes and stuffed the blood sausage into their mouths: "Well, it's good, it's better than egg custard!"

   Hearing what they said, everyone shook off their cheeks and started to eat boldly.

   "Eat big pieces of meat and drink in big bowls, it's still true!" Zhang qingyang liked this feeling the most, and he praised it while eating.

  Song Xue and the other girls don't usually eat fatty meat, but they ate a few slices today, and they all raved about how delicious they were.

   I feel a little tired of eating, so I drink a bowl of sauerkraut soup, which is warm and greasy.

  In addition to the pig-killing dishes, I also fried a few plates of green vegetables for these guests: stir-fried leeks with eggs, and big lapis, the cucumbers in it gave off a fragrance.

  In this winter, you may not be able to eat such fresh vegetables in the city.

  As they ate, everyone admired in their hearts: This is the strength of the 100,000-yuan village.

  Suddenly, I heard cheers from the next room.

   After asking, I found out that after the meal, the cooperative's dividend meeting will be held.

   Everyone looked at each other, and then nodded together: This must be seen anyway.

  (end of this chapter)