Goldfinger is a bit strange

Victor and his party stayed in Jiapigou for nearly a week, and finally waited until all the morels of the first season were dried and processed into dried products.

Looking at the delicate morels, each kilogram sealed in a small plastic bag, Victor seemed to see shining gold coins.

Because of Professor Wang's success in artificially cultivating morels, the number of morels this spring suddenly exceeded last year's total production.

After being weighed, the total weight was seven and a half kilos, nearly fifteen thousand kilograms.

The price per catty has also increased by 10% compared with last year, reaching 50 US dollars. This time, Jiapigou Cooperative has earned more than 700,000 US dollars.

According to the current exchange rate, if converted into RMB, that would be two million.

Of course, among the two million, there is also a small part of the three villages of Dingjiagou Dalinzi, about one-fifth.

The remaining 1.6 million belongs to Jiapigou. According to the share sharing of contracted forests, each household with 1% of the shares can also receive 16,000 yuan.

And Liu Qingshan’s 60% is exactly one million.

As profits become larger and larger, this gap becomes wider and wider.

As the news spread, Jiapigou was once again full of joy. Since the beginning of spring, the big inputs had been coming one after another, first yew saplings, then morels, and later wild vegetables...

Zhang Ganzi’s words represent the aspirations of the villagers:

"It feels like this money has wings. It's flying towards our village!"

Although this was a bit exaggerated, everyone happily accepted it.

Think about it, when we contracted the forestry last year, all the villagers were a little worried, fearing that if the money was invested, they would not be able to get back their money in ten or eight years.

What are you worried about now? The money will be fully repaid in less than a year, and the remaining sixty-nine years of the contract will be in vain.

At this time, someone was talking about it. It was Zhang Laowei'er in the village. He usually couldn't do anything with his three sticks, but today he said he had something to say:

"Each of our families gets more than 10,000, but Qingshan only gets 1 million. The gap seems a bit big, right?"

After hearing this, the villagers suddenly fell silent, and the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared.

I have taken a lot, but others have taken more. Of course I feel unbalanced.

As the gap between the rich and the poor grows wider, this mentality continues to become unbalanced, gradually forming the state it will be in a few decades later.

This is the principle of not worrying about scarcity but about inequality.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, the old party secretary knocked the small pipe pot twice on the soles of his shoes, and then spoke:

"The pole just said that money flies towards our Jiapigou like it has wings, but have you ever thought about who put the wings on this money?"

"Of course it's Qingshan. Everyone knows it."

Da Zhangluo knew what the old party secretary meant and quickly built a ladder for him.

The old branch secretary nodded: "It is Qingshan's ability to make more money. Take the contracting of Doubao Mountain as an example. Qingshan can completely contract the forest by himself, so why does he have to bring everyone with him?"

After saying that, he pointed at Zhang Laowei'er with his pipe: "Old Wanderer, can you tell us all about this? Why can you get more than ten thousand? Are you capable or do you have a way?"

Zhang Laowei'er suddenly lowered his head: "That's Qingshan Renyi, taking care of us fellow villagers. I just thought too far and got into trouble. I will go to Qingshan's house later and admit my mistake to him."

"There's no need to admit your mistake. As long as everyone is aware of it, no one will use this as an excuse in the future. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Even if there are outsiders who say it, it's because they don't understand our situation in Jiapigou, and they are talking blindly. Seeing us Jiapigou living a good life, they are jealous and jealous, and they wish we would engage in internal strife."

The old party secretary has been working at the grassroots level for most of his life and has rich experience. He nipped any signs of jealousy in the bud as soon as they showed up.

…

On Liu Qingshan's side, he sent Victor and his party away. When he returned home, he saw his second sister brushing sauce cubes in the courtyard, and his grandma and grandma Qiu Ju were also sitting on the small bench to help.

I saw Liu Yinfeng holding a small brush and very carefully brushing off the green hair on the sauce pieces with water little by little.

Her expression was very focused, the sun shone on her fair face, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

Seeing this scene, Liu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction: He was completely relieved that the second sister could calm down and do things.

At this moment when I am about to go abroad and study in a strange country, and I am also carrying tens of millions of pounds of funds. If it were other people, I am either nervous or excited, and I am afraid that few of them would be able to calm down and do things.

Whenever I feel calm in the face of important events, I would say that my second sister is like this.

"It's time to make some sauce. What's the lunar calendar today?"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but asked with a smile.

"Sanfeng, it's already the eighth day of April now." Grandma Qiu Ju answered cheerfully.

The old lady has now completely integrated into the life of Liu Qingshan's family. She helps with cooking every day, and sometimes goes to the village to follow the busy work. Her life is very fulfilling and her spirit is more cheerful.

Because in this family, the children headed by Liu Qingshan really regarded her as their own grandmother.

Doenjang production in the local area is also very particular about the date, usually on the eighth day of April, or the twenty-eighth day of April, or at the latest the Dragon Boat Festival, the fifth day of May.

Liu Qingshan washed his hands in the basin and broke the pieces of sauce.

The sauce cubes they have here are all rectangular, more than a foot long, and nearly half a foot wide and high.

Some children's heads are relatively square, which is described as "a lumpy head."

Usually before the Spring Festival, the process of frying soybeans begins. The so-called soybeans are local soybeans, which are cooked overnight in a pot until they become very soft.

Then use a wooden pestle to mash it bit by bit. Later, there was a small hand-cranked machine that was specially used to stir soybeans.

After the soy beans are crushed, place them on the panel, smash them into the square shape mentioned above, wrap them in newspapers or kraft paper, put them on the cabinet lid, and wait for time to slowly ferment.

When the weather gets warmer and the temperature in the house rises, there will be a smell of lumps of sauce when you enter the house. At this time, the sauce will be ready.

Liu Qingshan broke open the sauce cubes and found that the middle part was sticky, which meant that the sauce cubes were fermented.

Fermentation is the key to whether miso is delicious.

After breaking up the sauce cubes, throw them into the sauce jar, add salt and water, preferably cold water.

Liu Qingshan's family has a large population, mainly due to the large number of immigrants, so it took two jars to fill up eight pieces of soybean paste.

When the sauce cubes are put into the jar, it can only be regarded as the beginning. It is still behind when I am busy.

Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is open the sauce jar.

Use a wooden rake to stir the liquid in the sauce jar back and forth. This process is called rake.

The second key to whether miso is delicious or not lies in raking.

Those who are diligent will harrow once in the morning and evening, and each time will take at least twenty minutes to half an hour.

While beating, use a spoon to scoop out the dirt floating on top.

In this way, after the doenjang is completely fermented, the aroma emitted when raking can be smelled from several houses away.

If you're a lazy person and don't rake much, the miso will smell like stinky feet and be unpalatable.

In Liu Qingshan's house, it is his mother and grandmother who are responsible for raking, and most of the time it is the grandmother.

The old lady sat in front of the sauce vat, pounding the wooden rake in her hands slowly and attentively, with a focused and calm expression.

It seemed as if the whole years were flowing through her fingers bit by bit...

To this end, Liu Qingshan also took some photos of his mother and grandmother raking as a souvenir.

After taking the photo, looking at his grandma sitting there quietly raking, with the satisfaction of knowing her destiny on her face, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel emotional, and hummed softly:

"As time goes by, I would say that I was very confused at that time. It was difficult to choose between reality and illusion."

"We have experienced joys and sorrows before. Why are we so persistent?"

"The long road of life, searching up and down, longing in the heart, living sincerely..."

Accompanied by the soft sound of grandma's hand, Liu Qingshan's singing made everyone fascinated, savoring the hardship and longing of the years.

Liu Yinfeng's eyes were distant: The road is long and far away, I will search up and down!

After Liu Qingshan finished singing, Liu Yinfeng asked: "Sanfeng'er, what kind of song is this? Why haven't you heard it?"

"Desire, it will be popular in a few years."

Liu Qingshan smiled and explained that this TV series was released in 1990 and would indeed take a few years.

After saying that, he suddenly felt that something had changed in his second sister Liu Yinfeng.

eager!

Liu Yinfeng looked up at the clear sky, her eyes seemed to cross the ocean and reach the strange country on the other side of the ocean.

At this time, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "Desire, this is a good name, Sanfeng'er, let's call my new book this name!"

It was the eldest brother-in-law, Gao Wenxue, who was shouting and yelling. Through his myopic lenses, you could see the light of excitement.

"Brother-in-law, have you finished writing?" Liu Qingshan was also a little excited.

For more than a year, the eldest brother-in-law has been concentrating on creation. Is it finally time to reap the rewards?

Gao Wenxue nodded, then shook his head: "I just finished the first part. I plan to write a trilogy of this book. Qingshan, please give me a look first, and I will revise it a few times."

In fact, Gao Wenxue finished the first part a few days ago, but he still couldn't figure out an appropriate name.

Until I heard the word "desire" coming out of Liu Qingshan's mouth just now, I immediately felt that it was very appropriate: from desire to work, and then from work to harvest, isn't this a trilogy?

"Brother-in-law, let me read it too."

Liu Yinfeng also followed Liu Qingshan excitedly to Gao Wenxue's small study room.

Gao Wenxue moved out a cardboard box, containing thick manuscript papers one after another.

Unscrewing the pen, Gao Wenxue wrote two big words on the top: Desire!

Looking at the manuscript paper that was more than a foot high, Liu Qingshan nodded: It is considered a big book, but I don’t know what the content is like and whether it can reach the level of the ordinary world.

Sitting down at the desk, Liu Qingshan took the opening chapter from Gao Wenxue, started reading, and quickly became immersed in the story.

The story begins in 1976, using the black soil as the blueprint, and tells the story of Xiao Shanzi, an ordinary rural youth, and his peers, struggling in the changing times.

They are suffering from poverty, they long for friendship, love, and a happy life...

After Liu Qingshan finished reading a manuscript, he was picked up by Liu Yinfeng next to him.

In this way, Liu Qingshan watched most of it until night.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his eye sockets gently. His mind was still full of characters and stories in the book, constantly intertwining and changing.

"Sanfeng, what do you think?"

Gao Wenxue stared at Liu Qingshan nervously.

Liu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of deep desire: "Brother-in-law, I think this book has a chance to win the Mao Dun Literature Award."

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like a low roar of a god, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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