"oh!"

Mason screamed strangely, frightening Zhang Ganzi: "What are you doing? Thanks to having rubbed your ears softly just now, otherwise I'd be able to pull them off."

"You immediately become the one in the cartoon, yes, one ear!"

Mason was so terrible and looked very excited.

Zhang Ganzi couldn't understand, but Liu Qingshan could understand, so he pulled Mason up who was squatting on the ground:

"You said you felt it was creaking just now, right? Then there is no problem, it proves that the blood circulation on the ears has been unblocked again."

Is this really the case?

Mason cried with joy, hugged Zhang Ganzi in front of him, and kissed the other person in the face:

"Oh, friend, thank you, thank you so much!"

Although he is also a medical practitioner, he has not studied frostbite and other things. He was really frightened just now.

Zhang Ganzi wiped his face with his sleeve dissatisfiedly, muttering: "I just pretended to be arched by the old sow's nose."

"Friend, what did you say?" Mason asked in confusion if he couldn't understand Zhang Ganzi's words.

Liu Qingshan coughed lightly and explained to him in English: "Uncle Ganzi told you, you have to be polite, this is what he should do."

Then patted Mason on the shoulder: "It's okay now. I'll give you some frostbite medicine prepared by my master in a while. In less than a week, your ears will be completely restored."

So everyone was very happy and entered the restaurant in the team headquarters together.

The plates and large bowls were served, and the table was filled with all the time.

"Come on, sit down."

Liu Qingshan arranged for everyone to sit down, and in addition to the villagers who accompanied the guests, they sat in a total of four or five tables.

"Oh, very rich, thank you."

Kevin, Liu Qingshan, Professor Zhong and the old branch secretary sat at the table. Seeing the dishes all over the table, he thanked him repeatedly.

Liu Qingshan gave a toast and said a few brief words. Finally, he wished everyone good food and drink.

Those Russians all drink high-quality liquor; experts from the United States poured monkey wine, and they were reluctant to let go of the amount of drinks. Today, they had to drink a few more glasses.

"Don't just drink, eat and eat." Zhang Ganzi's table was accompanied by guests, as well as several foreigners and two college students.

Cheng Zhihui from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine happened to be a translator for Zhang Ganzi.

Mason was sitting next to Zhang Ganzi. This guy was quite close to Zhang Ganzi.

Zhang Ganzi also took good care of him and picked up a piece of big blood sausage with fat intestines: "Old Mei, come and try this, it is fragrant and tender, dip it in some garlic paste."

These days, Mason also learned to use chopsticks, hold the trembling blood sausage, dip it in some garlic paste, and then stuff a large piece of blood sausage into his mouth.

“Good, it tastes great.”

This guy nodded while eating, and finally gave Zhang Ganzi a thumbs up.

After swallowing it, I remembered that I didn’t know what I was eating, so I humbly asked Zhang Ganzi for advice.

Zhang Ganzi also grabbed a large piece of blood sausage and put it in his mouth: "This is blood sausage, which is filled with pig blood."

Cheng Zhi is also a honest person, so he translated it truthfully for Mason.

When they heard that it was pig blood, Mason immediately changed his face and color. They usually don’t eat pig blood.

Zhang Ganzi didn't pay attention to the other person's expression, and was still talking in a vernacular way: "There is also the layer of skin outside. I know what it is, it's the pig's intestine."

After listening to Cheng Zhi's translation, Mason felt that his stomach was overwhelming and he felt like he wanted to vomit.

This time Zhang Ganzi found out, stretched out his hand and patted Mason on the shoulder: "Old Mei, you have eaten one slice anyway, so just add a few more slices. I'll get used to it as I eat it."

Mason had a bitter face and grabbed another big bone stick and started gnawing.

The ones who eat the most are those students from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. They can usually eat meat with open stomachs, and today they can eat it happily.

If you are tired of eating, drink a bowl of sauerkraut soup to relieve greasyness. It’s so comfortable.

For these students, this period of time is their happiest time.

Some students even had this idea in their minds: It would be great if they could stay in Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory.

After Liu Qingshan was half full, he toasted the table with a round of wine. When he was toasting the table of the Maozi, Li Tieniu rushed in from outside in a cold air. He had just come down from the mountain.

"Senior brother, I'm here to toast. It's just so cold. Have a drink to warm up your body."

Li Tieniu came up with a big glass, but the Russians waved their hands repeatedly. They all knew that this guy was drinking so much that he would not dare to drink with Li Tieniu no matter what.

"Come on, let's drink together."

There are really people who are not afraid of death, so they take the initiative to greet Li Tieniu.

It was Ms. Catherine, whose eyes that looked at Li Tieniu seemed to drip out of water.

This lady Catherine is quite open and failed to hook up with Liu Qingshan, so she changed her goal to Li Tieniu, a strong man.

Li Tieniu shook his brain: "I'm married to a wife."

It made everyone laugh, but Catherine didn't care at all and smiled softly: "You Chinese men are really too conservative."

Liu Qingshan smiled and refuted her: "It's not conservative, it's responsible for the family and wife."

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and touched Catherine.

A dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere. The old branch secretary put down his chopsticks, put a bag of cigarettes, and said to Liu Qingshan:

"Qingshan, tomorrow will be the Little New Year. We haven't distributed dividends this year. It's just that today we are all people, so I'll use a loudspeaker to notify you."

The main reason is that Liu Qingshan has not had much home for a while, so he is just waiting for him.

In fact, it is the same if Liu Qingshan Ginseng does not attend the dividend conference, but the villagers do not agree:

If the biggest hero in Jiapigou did not participate, they would feel guilty about taking the money.

"Grandpa Branch Secretary, you can arrange it."

Of course, Liu Qingshan had no objection. It happened that there was nothing to do at night. After the red division, everyone would have a happy New Year.

The old branch secretary immediately went to inform him with a loudspeaker, and after Kevin understood, he also showed great interest and asked to attend.

With his leadership, the foreigners also wanted to watch the fun, and together with Professor Zhong and the college students, they all stayed.

Everyone moved to the big conference room together, and the villagers arrived one after another, and each of them looked happy: Who is unhappy if you share the money?

Just as we were about to start, we saw the door of the conference room being pushed open, and Gao Wenxue and Lu writer walked in excitedly.

Behind them, a large group of people were still following. They were about to rush in, but they found that the house was full of people and could not squeeze in at all.

The little girl in front of me was so anxious that she jumped around and waved hard at Liu Qingshan: "Mr. Liu, I'm here, we're all here!"

"Little stool!" Liu Qingshan looked in the voice and saw familiar faces, all of whom were singers under the big tree.

Even Lao Cui and Sister Zhang were mixed in, and they all looked at him happily.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly met up and said to Gao Lingfeng, the leader of the team, "Brother Gao, why don't you call in advance?"

After saying that, he waved to the people behind him: "Everyone is here, go to the cafeteria to have dinner first."

The little stool hugged Liu Qingshan's arm: "Mr. Liu, we want to give you a surprise!"

This girl, Liu Qingshan rubbed her little head and suddenly felt that with this girl's lively temperament, she would definitely be able to dance square dance.

Gao Lingfeng smiled and said, "Many people have performances during the Spring Festival. I know you can't go to the capital to celebrate the New Year, so I came together, just to wish the villagers a happy New Year."

"Boss, what's the food?" Huanzi asked with a big mouth.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Today, a total of twenty pigs were killed, so it's enough to eat."

Oh, these people cheered, and then the villagers took them to the cafeteria. They were all ready-made and they could start meals as soon as they were hot.

When the villagers saw these singers, they were also happy from the bottom of their hearts: How could they enjoy watching their live singing by listening to the tape?

The group of people went to have dinner first, leaving only Gao Wenxue and Lu writers, and a young man in his thirties was followed by.

"Qingshan, this is writer Yu." Gao Wenxue introduced to Liu Qingshan.

"Hello, hello, welcome to Jiapigou."

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook hands. This is the winner of this year's Jiapigou Literature Award.

Later representative works include Living and Xu Sanguan’s Blood Sales Records. Since last year, he studied at Lu Xun Academy of Literature, Liu Qingshan entrusted Gao Lingfeng to invite people to Jiapigou. Unexpectedly, these singers also came to join in the fun.

Writer Yu is one year younger than Gao Wenxue. He has little eyes and a simple appearance. He shook hands with Liu Qingshan very politely.

Liu Qingshan introduced the old branch secretary, Captain Zhang and others. Seeing that there were still many foreigners present, Writer Yu couldn't help but feel nervous: Could there be foreigners to judge the award together?

He was born in an ordinary small county in the south and loved literature since he was a child.

After the college entrance examination was resumed, I took the college entrance examination and failed the exam. I was arranged by my family to work as a dentist in the town.

Later, he started writing short stories one after another and became famous, so he was transferred to the Cultural Center. Last year, he went to the Literature Academy to study.

By the way, among the classmates, there is one named Mo Yan.

Writer Yu is still a little self-aware. In terms of fame and influence, he feels that it is much worse than writer Lu and writer Gao, and all the writers they create are short stories.
To be continued...