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Chapter 997 What a good book!(1/2)

When the Bluebird Mobile Phone held a press conference, Liu Qingshan was in his hometown, following the villagers to pick mountains and climb trees to pick yew fruits.

The fruits this year are particularly densely bearing, and the pleasing little red beans are the best gifts of nature.

"Everyone is serious, this bean is worth several cents!" Zhang Ganzi shouted on the tree, his hands busy.

From time to time, I even threw one into my mouth.

"Uncle Ganzi, eat less, this is poisonous." Liu Qingshan on another tree branch reminded him.

The fruits of yew are also slightly poisonous, so they have the effect of using poison to fight poison.

Zhang Dashuai on another tree branch took over the conversation: "Kanzi, you are so confused. Look at this little red bean, and you think of it as your wife, you always think about the fruit couple, right?"

Zhang Ganzi didn't even have a lake: "I only found out today that something is wild."

There was a burst of laughter on and under the trees.

There were also many women working together, so they started to laugh and scold.

This is how it is to work in the countryside. Saying some dirty jokes is commonplace. Everyone has fun and they are happy.

As a result, as he smiled, an accident occurred. A young man from the village laughed so hard that he fell directly from the tree.

Fortunately, I was wearing a safety rope and wandering back and forth in the air.

"Gou Zuozi, you young boys who are not married are just unhappy and can't stand it, right?" Zhang Gan was very happy to see it.

Zhang Dashuai didn't look like a senior: "Dog Zuozi, have you seen your sister-in-law under the tree?"

The so-called "birth of a wolf" refers to those young men who are not married.

Liu Qingshan was shocked. Fortunately, the safety measures were in place, so no accidents occurred. Otherwise, if the tree fell down such a tall one, it would be impossible to fall.

Pulling the leftover dog back to the tree, the kid was so blushed that he kept complaining about the unscrupulous ones.

Zhang Dashuai laughed: "Let me go back and call my aunt and help you find a good partner. Can the girl in the county be okay?"

When it comes to finding a partner, it used to be a long time. Now Jiapigou is blowing trumpets through the crack of the door, and it is famous. Not to mention the girls in Qingshan Town, even the girls in the county are eager to marry here.

Gou Shengzi shook his head: "I want to learn from Brother Tiezi."

But Zhang Ganzi didn't think so: "You are the one who wants to ride a ocean horse, can you do it?"

OK, I am ambitious, but Liu Qingshan supports it: "Go left over, I will send you to Lilan when I look back."

Ah, find someone black!

The dog Zuozi was a little stimulated and fell from the tree one after another.

Liu Qingshan enjoyed this feeling very much, carefree and free and easy. He made a secret decision in his heart: he had to take a few months every year to return home to enjoy this peaceful time.

But when it was almost noon, Liu Qingshan was called back to the village: the fourth and fifth brothers were actually back.

There is no seven-day holiday at this time, and it will be three days at most. Why are these two girls back?

When Liu Qingshan saw the fellow writers Victor and Wang Er who were traveling with him, he realized it.

"Liu, we're meeting again!" Victor is also an old acquaintance and is not unfamiliar with this small mountain village.

Liu Qingshan hugged him. A few days ago, Liu Qingshan called Victor to contact him about Shanxing's publication of books. It was obvious that the other party came for this.

If you come to collect truffles, it will be a little early and it will take nearly November to mature.

"Brother." The little old lady smiled and said hello to Liu Qingshan, and then led Xiao Liuzi and the others to visit the village and households.

Shan Xing stayed and sat quietly beside Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan poured tea for Victor and others, and Gao Wenxue and Lu writers were also accompanied by.

The two translators who came with Victor were working with Gao Wen and Lu writers.

Considering that Shan Xing could not stay abroad for a long time, Liu Qingshan simply invited the translation here, and the number of words in this book is not large.

We worked together for two months and have been completely completed. This time we are here to come back to report the good news to Liu Qingshan.

"Liu, I'm a little jealous. This is really a very excellent work." Victor said with envy after taking a sip of the medicinal tea.

Who says he is not one of the top writers, but he still has the minimum vision.

This book, who moved my cheese, seems to be a fable, but in fact, it reflects profound social reality.

The four characters in the book are all extremely representative, and such works are enough to occupy a place in the history of world literature.

The two translators also said that they were very honored to be able to translate the book, and it would definitely become a bestseller.

Shan Xing was a little embarrassed by their praises, and her face was red.

Writer Wang Er also looked proud, even happier than he produced a shocking work himself.

Then he talked about publishing, which was familiar to Victor and didn't have to worry about at all.

"It's time to eat!" Xiao Liuzi shouted.

The guests here, Liu Qingshan's family, all ate at Liu Shikuina's house, and the food was the same anyway.

Most of the people here are literati, chatting and having a lot of fun.

Writer Wang Er was in high spirits when he drank two glasses of wine. Last year, he won the Jiapigou Literature Award, which touched him very much. In addition to guiding Shan Xing, he was busy writing and finally completed the Bronze Age.

Today is probably destined to be a literary gathering day. Everyone was drinking happily, so Lu Xiaolong led a thin middle-aged man in.

"Brother Chen!" Writer Lu quickly stood up to greet him.

Writer Chen, that is the author of Bai Luyuan, and Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel happy: Is this finished writing?

Writer Chen looks very dark and thin, but his mental state is excellent. Writer Lu introduces him one by one.

He was also a former winner of the Jiapigou Literature Award. It was his first time to come to this small mountain village because he was working behind closed doors.

He took the train to Bishui County. After getting off the train, he asked someone to inquire about Qingshan Town. After arriving in Qingshan Town, he inquired about Jiapigou. As a result, he happened to find out about Lu Xiaolong's head and pulled him directly.

"Comrade Liu Qingshan, this time I came to come to express my gratitude." Writer Chen was very simple. I held Liu Qingshan's hand and shook it hard.

Although he also holds an important position in the Provincial Writers Association, the Writers Association is simply a clean yamen, so when creating the Bailu Plain, eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables was also common.

In this dilemma, the 50,000 yuan prize of the Jiapigou Literature Award was greatly helpful to him.

So after the book was completed, he rushed over.

He is a very traditional person and adheres to the concept of repaying kindness.

Originally, I had never met before, so I won the award directly and received a huge bonus. Writer Chen was extremely grateful.

Liu Qingshan also shook hands with the other party intimately: "I'll call you Brother Chen too. When you arrive at my house, don't say anything you see, serve the table first, eat and chat."

Writer Chen was not polite either. He went to the kang skillfully and crossed his legs, and then greeted Gao Wenxue and writer Wang Er, including Victor.

After all, Victor is now a world-renowned bestselling writer.

When he saw Shan Xing, a 15 or 16-year-old girl, also sitting at this table, Writer Chen couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Writer Wang Er saw what he meant and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, this is my apprentice. He just published his debut work. Please correct me."

After saying that, he handed over a Chinese version. Writer Chen saw two little mice on the cover and thought it was a child's story, so he said:

"I'm not very good at children's literature."

Don’t think that writers can be wise. In fact, most of this group have a more unique personality.

Wang Er smiled and said, "Brother Chen, please take a look first."

Liu Qingshan interrupted: "Eat first, and then watch after eating."

However, when Writer Chen saw that the album was not thick, he flipped it out casually.

As a result, when he saw this, he completely forgot everything outside of him, let him eat food and ignore him by drinking, probably not hearing it at all.

Liu Qingshan didn't care, so he arranged to re-cook the dishes and heat them up.

In an hour, Writer Chen finished reading the book. He closed the book gently and stroked the cover with his rough palms:

"I finished the White Deer Plain and thought I was the best in the world. Now I'll ask a little girl to compete."

This review is too high, and there is no need to compare the two different types of books together.

Liu Qingshan explained a few words, but Writer Chen was very quick: "Student Shanxing, I will give this book to me. I will treat it as the best spur. By the way, can you sign a name?"

Shanxing Daxiong: "Uncle Chen, you are so polite,"

But Writer Chen insisted repeatedly. It seems that he is not a fool, but the most real idea in his heart.

Shan Xing had no choice but to take out her pen and write her name on the title page.

Writer Chen then happily packed the book into his canvas schoolbag: "This trip is worth it."

Gululu, there was a sound in his stomach. He took a car for several days along the way, but he didn't have much food.

Writer Chen patted his belly: "The old intestines and old belly are about to revolt."

Everyone laughed and then continued to eat.

Liu Qingshan also took the opportunity to help: "Brother Chen, after your book is published, he will also be called Mr. Victor, help with the translation and publish it abroad."

After learning about the situation, Writer Chen clapped his hands: "Okay, if I can really get the royalties, I will donate the royalties like Brother Wang and Brother Gao."
To be continued...
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