A penny can defeat a heroic man, which is the perfect word to describe the young and old men in Jiapigou at this moment.

Under the big elm tree, there was silence. Everyone was smoking and helpless.

Liu Qingshan's family still has a thousand yuan, but with this money, he is also planning to buy a crusher and a shed for the chickens to spend the winter.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Grandpa, Party Secretary, if you don't have money, just borrow it."

"It's impossible to borrow money to spend. It's not going to cause famine. How can we live like this?"

When everyone heard this, they all objected in unison. In rural areas, anyone who borrows money to spend money will be said to be a prodigal who cannot live well.

Only Zhang Gangzi stood up to show his support.

This guy usually borrows money from others. You get one yuan and he gets two yuan. Although it is not much, he has become a black sheep in the eyes of the villagers.

The old branch secretary also shook his head: "The money we spend to buy rapeseed is not a small amount, who can we borrow it from?"

"If you need money, go to the bank. We can get a loan."

Liu Qingshan knew that everyone's old ideas had long been ingrained, so he was not in a hurry and spoke calmly.

Bank, loan?

Aren’t banks a place to deposit money? Can they also lend money?

At this time, farmers had basically never heard of the word "loan".

In their simple concept, they must never borrow money. If they borrow money from others, they will panic and always feel unstable.

After a lot of discussion, Captain Zhang was still a little courageous: "Let's just take a loan. When we sell the vegetables in the greenhouse, we will pay back the loan first!"

The old party secretary did know a little about loans, and it was not a loan shark in the old society. At most, he would give some interest, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

The two village committees collectively approved it, so other people's objections were invalid. But a new question came: What should we do with the loan?

To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be tied. Everyone looked at Liu Qingshan: Since it was you who proposed it, you should take the lead.

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not back down from this kind of thing: "Okay, I will go to the county for a run tomorrow, but one person is doing it for personal reasons and two people are doing it for public purposes, so I have to go with one person."

"Qingshan, how about you go on a trip with the boss?"

The old party secretary and Captain Zhang were still focused on the construction of greenhouses in the village, and they couldn't get away from it.

After the matter was settled, Liu Qingshan strolled home and it was time for dinner.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw his eldest brother-in-law Gao Wenxue rushing towards him, holding a letter in his hand and shaking it excitedly in front of Liu Qingshan's eyes.

Liu Qingshan was almost stunned by him. He grabbed the envelope and took a look. The first line he saw printed on the bottom of the envelope was: Harvest Literary Magazine.

He couldn't help but smile: "Brother-in-law, congratulations, you succeeded!"

Needless to say, my brother-in-law’s submission must have been approved!

That is "Harvest", which is the most representative contemporary literary position in the country and carries the dreams of Chinese writers.

The works of the older generation, such as Ba Jin, Lao She, etc., and those of the younger generation, such as Zhang Kangkang, Yu Hua, Lu Yao, etc., are almost all published on Harvest.

Being able to publish your work on Harvest represents a kind of recognition.

Liu Qingshan, how could he not be proud of Gao Wenxue?

Gao Wenxue's eyes burst out with bright light, as if two flames were burning instantly, and he grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm.

"Sanfeng, it should be said that we succeeded, we succeeded!"

At this moment, all the struggle, all the anguish, and all the hard work are gone forever, leaving only the joy of success.

Liu Qingshan could understand the excitement and ecstasy in the eldest brother-in-law's heart as he felt the slightest pain in his arm. However, as long as I'm happy for you, why do you have to bring me along?

I can't understand this kind of stubbornness.

Liu Qingshan quickly freed his arms: "Brother-in-law, you have successfully taken the first step. Continue to move forward step by step. There is no road longer than feet, and there is no mountain higher than a person!"

Gao Wenxue was stunned by what he said. He smacked his lips carefully for a while, and then he was overjoyed: "Qingshan, you said it well. This sentence will be the motto of our pen name Gao Shan from now on!"

I just said that casually, okay?

Liu Qingshan was a little speechless and quickly changed the subject: "Sister, it's such a big happy event, why don't you make something delicious for dinner to celebrate your brother-in-law's success."

Liu Jinfeng's pretty face is also full of joy. She is not an illiterate rural woman. She was also a literary young man at the beginning. Otherwise, she would not have fallen in love with Gao Wenxue.

As the eldest sister, my mother was in poor health and had to take on too many housework and had to take care of my younger siblings. As a result, I delayed my studies and failed to enter high school.

There was a smile in her eyes, but she tried hard to pretend to be angry: "Literature, why didn't you tell me earlier? You actually hid such a big happy event from me, you..."

Gao Wenxue excitedly held his wife's hand again: "Jinfeng, of course I will be the first to tell Qingshan about writing matters. Don't worry, I will definitely tell you first about other matters."

"You have an elm-headed head."

Liu Jinfeng wanted to hit her husband on the head, but when her fingers landed on her, she ended up helping Gao Wenxue tidy up his messy hair, while she pursed her lips and laughed secretly.

As a result, I heard my younger brother shouting: "Sister, fry some peanuts, fry an egg, fry a plate of clam meat that you got back in the afternoon, and call your grandparents over to celebrate for my brother-in-law."

Last time I held a wedding, I had some peanuts left at home, as well as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, and even a few kilograms of pork. Even the fat and lean ones were cut into thin slices and stir-fried in a pot before adding more.

If you put the salt in a jar and seal it, you can eat it for several days.

After all, there is no refrigerator in the house now.

Well, it was time to celebrate. Liu Jinfeng happily went to work with Lin Zhi. He also cut a few salted duck eggs, picked a few large peppers in the garden, and fried them with meat until they were fragrant.

Xiao Caifeng had already called her grandparents from the east courtyard, and the family sat around the dinner table and had another meal.

Liu Shikui put some pieces of meat on Caifeng and Shan Xing, then held the small wine cup with a smile: "Literature, congratulations to you, keep up the good work."

"Thank you grandpa!"

Gao Wenwen held the wine cups in his hands and drank them all in one gulp, then choked and coughed.

This made Liu Jinfeng keep groping his back, complaining in distress: "If you can't drink, just slow down."

After speaking, he glared at Liu Qingshan: "Sanfeng'er, you are not allowed to drink!"

Liu Qingshan could only put down his glass of wine. He was young and had no human rights.

"Haha, it's okay. If you're happy today, Sanfeng will make an exception and have a drink."

The old man spoke, of course no one dared to object.

Grandma also added with a smile: "When Sanfeng was little, not yet one year old, his grandfather would dip his chopsticks in wine and put some on his tongue. It was so spicy that it made his nose wrinkle and his eyes widen."

There was a burst of happy laughter at the dinner table.

As a result, after three cups of wine, Gao Wenxue lay down on the kang with a blushing face and fell asleep.

Liu Jinfeng wiped his face with a wet hand towel and lovingly ran her fingertips across her husband's thin face. She could understand the tremendous pressure on her husband's heart.

If you cannot succeed in writing, your husband cannot farm or make a living, and there is no way out through writing, then it will really be a high or a low situation, and you can imagine the inner pressure.

Now he is finally feeling better, he finally has hope, and all the pressure has been released. Most of it will be converted into motivation, inspiring him to continue moving forward.

Such a wonderful day!

After having a few drinks with his grandfather, Liu Qingshan went around the village again. When he came back, he had a small bag in his hand, filled with bits and pieces and some good things.

They are all local specialties, milky yellow forest frog oil, which is a great tonic, especially for women; there are also a few taels of deer antler slices, which are men's favorite; in addition, there are some Hericium fungus and the like

Mountain goods.

Since I'm going to the county, I'll do some sales.

Here, the villagers do not regard these as good things, but mainly struggle to fill their bellies.

But in counties and big cities, there are always a handful of people who got rich first and have demand for these things.

In an era when the supply and demand chain is still very imperfect, whoever can get out of the way first means wealth will roll in.

…

Early the next morning, Liu Qingshan and his uncle got on their bicycles and set off.

I had not ridden two miles when I saw a brisk little donkey cart running in front of me. It was running happily.

It was Zhang Pangzi who went into the city to collect dung. He glanced back and shouted: "Come on, put your bicycle on it. It will save you more effort as my donkey cart."

The strong smell emanating from the air almost made the two of them spit out their breakfast.

Liu Qingshan kicked a few times and rushed to the front of the donkey cart: "Uncle Zangzi, why don't you wear a mask? Are you so scared?"

"I'm used to it."

Zhang Zangzi waved his small whip and cracked it in mid-air.

"Then let's go first."

The uncle boss also kicked hard for a while, but he was walking alone with his pole open and was lonely. He was looking for someone to chat with, so he also waved his small whip frequently.

When we went there, the cart was empty, so the donkey cart moved briskly. When the little donkey started running, the bells under its neck jingled, accompanied by shouts from the pole:

"Hey, hey, you two slow down, I'll go a little faster, let's chat while walking."

Liu Qingshan could also understand Zhang Ganzi's loneliness, but he really couldn't stand the taste, so he said without looking back:

"The boss uncle and I are in a hurry to apply for a loan, so we won't wait for you. We will buy you a small radio when the greenhouse will provide the money, and listen to the two-person radio on the way back and forth. We will leave first -"

Seeing the two people in front of him disappearing quickly, Zhang Gangzi thought to himself: This job pays well. There is a food subsidy of 20 cents a day, and you also have to buy a theater box and listen to the two people playing. How about that?

Not beautiful to death?

Accompanied by the ringing of the little donkey's bell, the two-person voice of humming and humming rang out on the dirt road: "Second Sister Wang, I am sitting alone in the north tower, with tears in my eyes..."
Chapter completed!