In the past two days, guests have been coming to the small mountain village of Jiapigou from all directions.

Liu Qingshan's home was already overcrowded and had to disperse guests to the dormitories of wild vegetable factories and pharmaceutical factories.

On December 30, several more cars drove into Jiapigou. There were cars in front and swaying behind, followed by two buses.

"Good guy, you're here again." Zhang Ganzi was coming back from the pig farm and quickly stood by the side of the road to welcome him.

The car in front stopped with a squeak, and then I saw the little fourth child wearing a down jacket popping out of the car:

"We're back, Uncle Ganzi, have you killed a pig?"

Zhang Ganzi was very happy: "It's Caifeng, you're back late. I just killed two people yesterday."

Lao Wu Shanxing also jumped out of the car: "Uncle Ganzi, see who is back."

"Xiaoman, haha, my daughter is back, then I have to kill the pig and eat pork for my daughter!"

Zhang Ganzi watched Zhang Xiaoman jump out of the car and immediately smiled.

"eccentric."

The little brother-in-law also said with a smile, of course she knew that Uncle Ganzi was joking with her just now.

Everyone in the car got off the car one after another, including Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu, as well as Chen Dongfang and Yu Guangming from Longteng Company.

There were also Lin Zizhou and He Min’s family, Lu in the capital, Gao Wenxue and others, all of them took a bus back together.

The bus got off the Gao Lingfeng and his wife from the company under the tree, and followed a large group of singers.

Chu Yunxiu was also mixed in. These two buses were from her travel company.

"Why is this kid so dark?" Xiao Dili, led by Xiao Wu, was the most eye-catching, with a dark and shiny face.

Xiao Dili was raised by Xiao Wu and was so lively and healthy. She got off the car and ran to the side of the road, shouting: "Snow, snow!"

This is the first time she has seen Bai Xue when she lives in Africa.

As a result, the snow in the ditch was deeper, and the little guy stepped in and lost most of his body.

Everyone pulled her out with all their might, and Zhang Ganzi said while pulling her, "Thanks to be dark, I can see it in the snow."

"Uncle Ganzi, have you killed a pig? Eat the pig-killing vegetables!"

Chu Yunxiu jumped over and helped Xiao Dili slap the snow on her body. The little guy was so naughty and smiled with his little white teeth.

"Show girl, the sauerkraut blood sausage is very powerful!"

Zhang Ganzi patted his chest hard, and Chu Yunxiu sometimes took tourists to Jiapigou for a trip, so he had already become familiar with everyone.

The large army had more than 100 people, and under the leadership of the fourth and fifth brothers, they walked towards Liu Qingshan's house in a mighty manner.

Halfway through the way, Liu Qingshan came up to meet him. Seeing so many people, he was a little dizzy.

Chu Yunxiu rushed up: "Haha, Sanfeng, we are all here to eat big players!"

"Girl, my belly is my own."

Liu Qingshan was also happy, and then greeted everyone. There were so many people, and they were cold and could not shake hands one by one, so they could only wave their hands:

"We're here, welcome, go home to warm up first."

The little old lady interrupted, "Brother, I can't stay at home, so I'd better go to the team headquarters first."

Yes, yes, there are so many people that I can't squeeze in the room. Liu Qingshan touched the little brother's hat, and then said to Shanxing: "You go home first, your mother is back."

"Okay!" Lao Wu ran away, ran for two steps and turned around, pulled Xiao Dili to run home together.

Liu Qingshan led everyone to the village headquarters, but the more people left, the fewer and fewer people were. Those who often came and went, such as Chu Yunxiu and Lin Zizhou, were dragged away by the villagers.

Liu Qingshan's family was doing business, and the whole village was busy with work.

It would be nice to disperse this way, so Liu Qingshan ignored them and chatted with everyone while walking.

When we arrived at the team headquarters, there were only more than twenty people left. We entered the house, took off our coats, sat and had tea and chat.

Lu Writer and Gao Wenxue introduced a stranger he brought to Liu Qingshan.

This man is less than forty years old and has a long hair, just like a bad young man in society.

But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are deep, which is a kind of rebellious criticism.

"You are Writer Wang, welcome to Jiapigou." Liu Qingshan stretched out his hand enthusiastically. This was invited by him by the writer Lu.

Writer Wang Xiaobo reached out to shake Liu Qingshan: "Why choose me?"

When he learned that he was named the winner of the "Japigou Literature Award", he never understood the question, so he had to ask it in person.

"The Jiapigou Literature Award is different from other awards. We pay more attention to the future development of writers." Liu Qingshan explained with a smile.

He knew that the man in front of him was a maverick, just like an article he wrote: a maverick pig.

Writer Wang nodded with a serious face: "Then I understand. Thank you for your trust. I think I will not discredit you this literary award, and strive to reach the height of a writer in the future."

If you reach the height of a writer, you will win the Nobel Prize in Literature. This is a proud writer and a writer with aspirations.

Liu Qingshan knew that the peak of writer Wang's creation was in the 1990s, and his works were all amazing works.

In short, among the writers, he is a very unique existence.

If it weren't for the sudden death of illness in 1997, it would be possible that it would have been a Nobel Prize. You should know that Writer Wang was only 45 years old that year, which was the golden age of creation.

Thinking of this incident, Liu Qingshan also felt aroused: Master Wang seemed to have died of a sudden heart attack, and it seemed that it was necessary to ask Grandpa Mute to help him take a look.

So far, the Jiapigou Literature Award has been held for five sessions. The winners are Lu writer, poet Senior Brother Hai, and Yu, the one who wrote about the living, as well as writer Chen and the one on Bai Lu Plain.

It can be said that this award has changed the fate of writers and poets invisibly.

Although the masterpieces of writer Yu and writer Chen are still in the works, once they are published, they will surely shock the Chinese literary world.

After learning that this long hair was the winner of this year's Literature Award, the old branch secretary also came up to say hello.

Writer Wang did not look rebellious, but he respected the old man very much: "Old man, just call me Wang Er."

After saying that, he looked at the old branch secretary holding a smoked cigarette pot in his hand, Writer Wang immediately laughed: "Old man, your tobacco leaves are quite swelling, I'll try it."

Yes, he is also a smoker. Perhaps his early death has something to do with this.

Soon, Zhujia Wang got along with the villagers. He went to the countryside, worked as an educated youth, and worked as a private teacher. There was no obstacle to contacting farmers.

Liu Qingshan looked at Writer Wang Gudu smoking a cigarette and couldn't help but frown: Staying up late and smoking are the two major killers of the heart.

So he went outside to greet a little kid and asked him to go and invite the mute grandfather.

Soon, the fourth and fifth brothers came in with a large group of dolls. The youngest one was Xiao Yueyue, and her face was red when she ran.

"Brother, who should I treat you? Grandpa, I'll try it first."

Xiao Liuzi shouted when she entered the door, and her little eyes swept around the crowd, and they were all acquaintances, so in the end her eyes fell on Zhujia Wang.

Writer Wang pointed at himself: "Do you think I'm sick?"

Xiao Liuzi stared at him carefully for a half minute: "You are sick."

Writer Wang Dale: "Oh, you have to talk carefully. If what is said is wrong, I won't agree to spank."

He didn't know Xiao Liuzi's ability, so he treated it as a joke.

Liu Qingshan coughed lightly: "Brother Wang, don't underestimate Liuzi. You have been studying in the United States. You should know MJ. Xiao Liuzi has even seen him."

Now, Writer Wang also put away the smile on his face and bowed to Xiao Liuzi: "Then I'll bother you, the little miracle doctor."

Xiao Liuzi waved his little hand happily: "My grandfather is a miracle doctor, I can't do it now."

"The first thing to look, listen, ask, and touch is to look, your lips turn purple, which proves that blood flow is not smooth; your eyes are blue, your sleep is irregular, and your qi is stagnant and blood stasis will cause congestion in the heart."

Xiao Liuzi spoke in a row, and while speaking, he stretched out his hand to take the pulse of Writer Wang, nodding while taking the pulse:

"The pulse is floating and weak, and the heart is weak. Do you feel shiver occasionally when you are about to fall asleep at night?"

Writer Wang Er nodded very seriously, and he was convinced now.

"Don't smoke, don't stay up late. If you ask grandpa to prescribe medicine for you, it should be fine." Xiao Liuzi patted his little hands and said that he had finished reading.

Writer Wang Er smiled bitterly: Are these two difficult?

"You must listen to the doctor." Xiao Liuzi reminded him again, then put on a hat and cotton gloves, and followed Xiao Lao Si and the others to roar.

Writer Wang Er sighed: "It's really a little girl like the wind. When she grows up, she will definitely be a wonderful woman."

He likes Tang Legend the most, and there are many strange women in Tang Legend, such as Nie Yinniang.

Liu Qingshan took over the conversation: "Brother Wang, this matter is beyond my mind. Let me turn around and ask my master to help you have a good look."

Writer Lu also nodded in agreement: "That's right, my body was thanks to Mr. Sun's treatment."

"Brother, your body is the capital of revolution. You must not be careless. I am still waiting for you to surpass me."

"Okay, I'll listen to my brother."

Writer Wang Er nodded vigorously, then laughed: "This time I received the bonus, I bought more melon seeds and took my mouth away, so I didn't want to smoke anymore. By the way, is your bonus really 50,000 yuan?"

Currently, writer Wang Er teaches in college and has a medium salary, so 50,000 yuan is also a huge sum of money for him.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "It's not 50,000 yuan."
To be continued...