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

Gao Wenxue also went with him. A few days ago, he received a letter from Harvest Magazine saying that the remittance of royalties had arrived. He went to the post and telecommunications office to see if it had arrived.

After calling several times, Yang Hongying did not move. She squatted in the yard, teasing the cubs with Little Lao Si and Little Lao Wu. The three girls, one big, two little and three, giggled from time to time.

It seems that this bear's destructive power is quite high, and he has the attitude of killing both large and small.

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

Liu Qingshan called a few more times, and then Yang Hongying reluctantly waved to the little bear: "Goodbye, Xiaohei. I'll play with you when I get back."

Turning around, she glared at Liu Qingshan: "Sanfeng'er, why are you urging me? Is our village connected to cars?"

Hey, you change your face very quickly!

Liu Qingshan grinned: "On the big road, of course we need a big carriage. It's much better than a car, it's cool and fuel-efficient, so let's go."

The two of them were bickering, followed by Gao Wenxue. When they arrived at the east end of the village, the owner of the carriage was already waiting here with a large carriage.

There was a lot of chattering along the way, but it was not lonely. Yang Hongying also realized the benefits of horse-drawn carriages mentioned by Liu Qingshan. This kind of leisurely and relaxed travel is really better than taking a car.

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

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by the popping of firecrackers from time to time by the boss's uncle, Yang Hongying also heard Liu Qingshan, who was very popular in poetry, reciting a very strange modern poem:

The sun used to become slower,

Cars, horses, and mail are all slow,

There is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime.

…

Phew, Yang Hongying's laughter sounded next to her: "Sanfeng'er, you're only a little older, but you only love love. Do you understand?"

Anyway, I know better than you.

Liu Qingshan curled his lips, and then listened to the uncle who was driving the bus and said with a smile: "Teacher Yang, you don't know our rural habits. The sooner you have a son, the sooner you have a plan. There is no such thing as a young man who gets married right after graduating from junior high school."

few."

That’s it!

Yang Hongying thought about the fact that all the men and women of similar age to her in Jiapigou had already married.

Gao Wenxue pushed up his glasses with his hands and said: "Sanfeng'er, your poem seems to be very interesting, but it is a bit different from mainstream modern poetry."

Liu Qingshan waved his hands repeatedly: "I didn't write it, I read it from elsewhere and thought it was quite appropriate for the occasion."

"Let me tell you, this kind of poetry cannot be written without life experience."

Gao Wenxue nodded. The modern poems nowadays are more passionate and powerful, which is very different from this slow and leisurely poem.

Yang Hongying also joined the discussion: "Brother Literary, I heard that your work will be published on Harvest. If you receive the royalties today, you will be treated to a treat."

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

Gao Wenxue nodded vigorously. He looked back through his myopia lenses and murmured: "I must invite you. There are too many people to thank..."

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

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

The carriage continued to move, and sure enough, many slogans were found on the large walls along the roadside.

Only then did Liu Qingshan realize that the spectacular event had already begun.

The first stop was to go to the post and telecommunications office. Yang Hongying wanted to call her friends, Liu Qingshan and Gao Wexue. One wanted to send a letter, and the other wanted to check the remittance slip.

The Post and Telecommunications Office is diagonally opposite the main gate of the commune. The typical symbol is a large green letter box standing at the door.

A letter is sent all over the country through the mailbox.

Therefore, people in this era feel particularly close to each other when they see a letter tube.

Liu Qingshan was about to stuff the reply he wrote into the mailbox, but fortunately Gao Wenxue had quick eyesight and stopped him: "Sanfeng'er, you haven't put a stamp on it yet."

Uh... Liu Qingshan hadn't sent a letter for several years. He actually forgot about it. He retracted his hand and followed the two people in front of him into the post and telecommunications office.

At this time, the post office and telecommunications had not yet separated, so the post and telecommunications office was very busy. There were people making phone calls, taking telegrams, sending letters, and subscribing to newspapers and magazines. It was a busy scene.

Liu Qingshan even saw an old man wearing reading glasses and a Chinese tunic suit who specialized in writing letters and telegrams for those people. There was also a pen in the upper pocket of the Chinese tunic suit.

After a middle-aged woman next to the old man finished talking about the matter, the old man thought about it for a moment and told her in five words: "My mother is critically ill and will come home soon."

Telegrams at this time usually did not contain good news, and telegrams were charged based on the number of words.

The current price is seven cents per 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 lined up to take the telegram.

Liu Qingshan bought the stamps first and was applying paste on the back of the stamps when he heard the staff member wearing dark green uniforms at the counter suddenly yell:

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

Liu Qingshan shivered and the paste pricked his hands.

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

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

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

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

"Comrade, what's going on? You're so startled, don't scare my brother-in-law into something crazy?"

Liu Qingshan hurriedly came up to ask, and then heard the employee yell again: "Comrade Gao Wenxue's royalties have arrived, a total of four hundred and eighty yuan. If you can get so much royalties at one time, then what is he but a great writer?"

How much, four hundred and eighty yuan?!

There was a buzz in the post office, and even Yang Hongying looked at Gao Wenxue in shock.

The four hundred and eighty yuan at this time was basically the annual salary of an employee in the unit, which was definitely not a small amount.

Gao Wenxue was also so excited that his hands were trembling a little. Last time, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep half the night for a manuscript fee of several dozen yuan. This time, it was more than ten times higher.

Fiercely, he grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand: "Sanfeng'er, I am making money, no, we are making money, we are making money!"

Liu Qingshan's palms were a little painful from his pinching, but he felt extremely happy and proud for his eldest brother-in-law.

"That's right, brother-in-law, I'm telling you, you can definitely do it!"

"Okay, okay, I can do it. I'm not a waste. I can also make money to support my family. I want to buy nutritional supplements for Jinfeng, a sewing machine for my mother, Moutai for my father, and malted milk for my milk.

, buy sweets for the four and five phoenixes, buy, buy, buy..."

Gao Wenxue was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He also had an account in his heart about how everyone in the family treated him.

He wants to repay these relatives, even in his dreams, but usually, he can't do anything.

And now, his dream has finally come true!

Liu Qingshan could completely understand Gao Wenxue's mood at the moment. The eldest brother-in-law was a kind and caring person, which made him feel even happier.

As for those people around Gao Wenxue, there was a lot of tutting: sewing machines, malted milk, and that Mao Liquor, for most ordinary people, just think about it.

There was a lot of noise inside the post office, attracting many people from outside. Those who couldn't squeeze in could just lean on the window and look in.

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

"Take it!"

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

Just as Liu Qingshan was about to refuse, he heard a very majestic shout from outside:

"Everyone give way, give way!"

Afterwards, several militiamen separated from the crowd and squeezed in: "What happened here? Is someone causing trouble?"

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

Then they saw Liu Qingshan holding a lot of money. The militiamen were immediately shocked and raised their rifles: "Don't move, raise your hands!"

Are you treating me like a bank robber or a postal and telecommunications office robber?

Liu Qingshan quickly explained: "Comrade, we are here to withdraw money, so there is no need to raise your hands, otherwise the money will fall on the ground."

"How can you withdraw so much money? Your money must have come from unknown sources. Come with us!"

The militia company commander who took the lead was also serious. He usually remitted money, at most 100 to 80. This was too much, and there was obviously a problem.

It was the comrade from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau who stood up and helped explain: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this money is the manuscript fee received by Comrade Gao Literary, who is a great writer."

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

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

This was the first time that Liu Qingshan was pointed at a gun. If he said he wasn't nervous, he would be lying. Anyone would be panicked!

He asked Gao Wenxue to help him put the money into his satchel, leaving Yang Hongying here waiting to make a call. He also had to go to the agricultural machinery station to buy a crusher.

Yang Hongying also waved excitedly, not forgetting to tease: "Brother Literary, don't forget to treat us at noon. It's not easy to get a big meal today."

After getting back on the carriage, the uncle of the boss was also happy and grinned from ear to ear: "Literature, you are really good at it, you are so pissy, you made our faces swollen. What did you say? The little rooster usually doesn't crow.

, it can scare people to death when it crows.”

The blush on Gao Wenxue's face due to excitement still did not fade away. He pushed up his glasses with his hands:

"Uncle boss, what you said is that if you don't make a sound, you should be a blockbuster. Compared with those great writers, I'm still far behind."

"Yes, yes, it's better for you to be educated." The uncle cracked his big whip and rushed directly to the agricultural machinery station yard.

Gao Wenxue became anxious when he saw it: "Let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative first!"
Chapter completed!