"Okay!" Liu Qingshan slapped the table suddenly.

Sitting on the edge of the kang, with two calves hanging down, and wandering back and forth, the fourth brother was startled by his elder brother, and then he realized and jumped to the ground with a sudden slightest speed:

"Hehe, brother, sister, then how about joining a little girl named Xiaofeng?"

Liu Qingshan said: "Okay, in terms of shape, I also have small braids all over my head."

Yes, yes, the little old lady kept lit her little head.

Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but hold her in her arms and rubbed Xiao Laosi's head hard.

Liu Qingshan thought that the fourth brother's proposal was really good. Once Harry Potter was born, he was destined to be popular all over the world.

If the ancient Chinese myth system can be integrated into it, it will indeed play a good publicity role.

You should know that the Chinese myth system is the most complex and colorful, and there are too many branches that can be extended.

If the output is successful, it will definitely make the foreigner stunned.

Until dinner, they all gathered together to study the general framework.

But if I really started writing, Zheng Xiaoxiao would have to go back to the school library to check the information in detail.

To create a brand new magic system, there is still a lot of work to do, which is not as simple as the little magic fairy of Balabala.

In the evening, Zhang Xiaozhong came to Liu Qingshan's house for a walk, but when he saw that Liu Qingshan was busy studying the story, he was embarrassed to disturb him.

Liu Qingshan led Zheng Xiaoxiao and the others to study it for another day before he completely improved the story outline.

That night, Lin Zizhou, a great reporter from the People's Daily, whom they were waiting for, finally came to Jiapigou, which also marks that the arrival of reporters at all levels of the country, province and city will be officially awarded tomorrow.

When he heard that Lin Zizhou was coming, Liu Qingshan immediately greeted him, of course, Zheng Xiaoxiao, because reporter Lin was the elder of her sister-in-law and also her elder.

Lin Zizhou has been to Jiapigou many times. In addition to interviewing the Jiapigou Literature Award, this time there are also a series of reports on deepening the great changes in the mountain village.

Because Liu Qingshan told him on the phone that Jiapigou has become a village of 200,000 yuan this year, otherwise he, the deputy editor, would not have come in person.

Lin Zizhou and the villagers in the village are very familiar with each other. At this moment, they are surrounded by a large group of people and chatting on the avenue.

"Reporter Lin, go to my house first. The house is steaming bean buns." Zhang Ganzi, the guy, grabbed Lin Zizhou's arm very skillfully.

Of course, he can't hide his little thoughts from everyone. It's the same. Who doesn't want to show off his face in the newspaper? Even if he only has a name, it's good. He can still hold the newspaper and brag for a few years.

So Da Zhang Luo grabbed Lin Zizhou's other arm: "Go to my house first. I know you are coming, so I have kept blood sausage for you. The big blood sausage is filled with fat sausage, Lao Xiang."

After saying that, he did not forget to belittle Zhang Ganzi: "Your bean bread is still edible, it smells of pig sweat mud, and pig hair can be picked out from it."

The people who came with Lin Zizhou were a little stunned: This fellow villager is too enthusiastic!

Lin Zizhou was very calm: "Everyone is very good. I haven't seen each other for a year. I really want to eat sticky bean bread and pig-killing vegetables. I'll go to Qingshan's house first, and then go to each company for an interview."

OK OK OK OK OK Then everyone let go, surrounded several people and walked towards Liu Qingshan's house together.

Even a big dog on the side of the road shook his tail at Lin Zizhou. It was from Liu Qingshan's house. Lin Zizhou had fed it with big bones.

"Reporter Lin, you are still familiar with the local area. This time we will follow you to have a good time and drink spicy food." A middle-aged man next to him joked.

A group of people were talking when they saw Liu Qingshan coming out.

Liu Qingshan walked up to him and was stunned for a moment. He saw a few people following Lin Zizhou.

"Welcome, Brother Shu, you are here too. There are also these distinguished guests. Welcome everyone to our Jiapigou."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands. Seeing that Writer Shu was also mixed with this group of people, he nodded. It was estimated that these people were all from the cultural circle.

This is not bad. Although he didn't plan to really do the Jiapigou Literature Award, it would be better if he could get more recognition from others?

While shaking hands, Lin Zizhou and Shu introduced to Liu Qingshan. Sure enough, they were either from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles or from the Writers Association. This move was considered to be a formal recognition of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

"Qingshan, this is Teacher Zhou from the Writers Association." Lin Zizhou introduced a middle-aged man to Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan shook hands with the other party enthusiastically, but in his memory, he seemed to have no impression of this teacher Zhou.

Writer Shu added next to him: "Teacher Zhou also came on behalf of his father, Mr. Zhou, chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

After understanding, Liu Qingshan hurriedly said, "Thank you Mr. Zhou for your care for our small award."

Teacher Zhou is very gentle and kind, but he is very polite: "My father is inconvenient, so I can only represent you. I would like to congratulate you on the Jiapigou Literature Award."

Liu Qingshan knew that it must be the writer Lin Zizhou and Shu who mediated it, and he silently remembered this favor in his heart.

After everyone finished their greetings, they walked to Liu Qingshan's house together. After saying hello to Lin Zizhou, the remaining villagers dispersed.

Because he was entertaining cultural people, Liu Qingshan did not go to the old house, but instead gave everyone to the new house in the west courtyard, where the living room here was spacious enough.

After everyone sat down, they were a little stunned at the table in front of them.

The table is unique in shape, and it exudes a natural atmosphere in its simplicity. For a moment, with the knowledge of these cultural people, they could not even see what wood it was made of.

This is the amber wood table that Liu Qingshan brought back from the mountain. It is seventy-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-some-carved, of course extraordinary.

Even the chairs around the table were old objects at first glance.

A few people looked at the furnishings in the living room again, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The small living room with a height of more than 30 square meters is decorated very simple and elegantly: on the windowsill in the south, several Clivia have stretched out their slender leaves, and one of them is blooming with bright red flowers.

On the east wall facing the door, a huge landscape painting was hung, with colors and light colors. As soon as you enter the door, you can feel the momentum that is coming to your face.

On the wall to the north is a row of exquisite ancient shelves, with more than a dozen things displayed on it.

"Qingshan, your house is amazing." Writer Shu praised it.

Teacher Zhou walked to the colored landscape: "This one has a bit of the character of Mr. Daqian. Hey, this is really the master's work, it's rare."

He usually likes calligraphy and painting the most. Because of his father, he has a lot of knowledge. When he looks at the inscriptions and seals on it, he is sure that it is the original work.

"It's true that it's a huge thousand in five hundred years!" Writer Shu also praised it.

Writer Shu’s mother once worshipped Mr. Bai Shi as her teacher, so he also loved calligraphy and painting very much.

Everyone was enjoying the paintings when they heard a crisp sound: "Uncle Lin, and all uncles and uncles, please have tea."

Everyone looked back and saw two pink little girls, one holding a teapot and the other holding a teacup on the table.

Behind it was a smaller one, holding a snow-white little monkey with little hands.

The little white monkey was not honest and rushed to the chair, and was furious and wanted to help Shanxing get a teacup.

Xiao Liuzi hurriedly held it in his arms and poked its little head: "Xiaobai, don't break the senior brother's cup."

Everyone smiled and sat down at the table again.

The little old man poured tea, Shanxing handed over the tea cups one by one, and said, "This is the medicinal tea prepared by the mute grandfather. Please taste it, uncles and uncles."

"Haha, Qingshan, you sisters are so sensible, huh, this teacup..."

Teacher Zhou was praising her mouth, and his eyes were attracted by the blue and white tea cup. He wanted to see the bottom of the cup, but the tea inside was too hot and he couldn't drink it for a while, so he was in a hurry.

After finally finishing the tea, Teacher Zhou quickly turned over the teacup. Sure enough, there was a handwritten pattern at the bottom of the cup: made in the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty.

Teacher Zhou played with the cup in his hand for a while: "It's a pity that it was from Guangxu. If it were the official kilns of the Three Qing Dynasties, it would be even more rare."

The others were also shocked. Writer Shu shook his head: "Qingshan, are you really willing to give up? Use this to drink tea?"

Lin Zizhou also smiled: "There is Xiaobai, aren't you afraid that it will help you with something bad?"

Liu Qingshan smiled without saying a word. This set of tea sets is the worst set among the tea sets he collected, so he took them out to entertain guests.

At this time, the little old lady suddenly interrupted: "Hehe, I have more than a dozen sets of these teacups and tea bowls."

Really? Everyone is a little unbelievable and thinks that the child is talking nonsense.

Liu Qingshan raised his hand and signaled: "Everyone drinks tea, this tea set is used for drinking tea, even if it is for the best use."

After hearing what he said, everyone calmed down and sipped slowly. It was really good to say that this medicinal tea tasted a different flavor.

After a while, Zheng Xiaoxiao invited Lu Writer, Gao Wenxue, and Senior Brother Hai.

A literati and elegant man, a cup of tea and a few gossips, is quite leisurely.

Until the next morning, the Jiapigou Literature Award was finally held on the playground of the primary school.

In addition to these guests and county and township leaders, almost all the villagers in Jiapigou, including young and small, were present.

Liu Qingshan presided over the award ceremony, and there were not so many fancy things:

The first item is naturally to raise the national flag and play the national anthem, which is a must.

The two little kids, Xiao Laosi and Shan Xing, slowly raised the five-star red flag, and all the kids in the village gave a team gift.

Those snot babies who have not yet entered school also raised their hands, but their posture is not very correct.

Then the old branch secretary announced the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award.

The branch secretary grandfather wore reading glasses and straight cadre uniforms, and walked calmly to the headgear stage in front of the national flag.

Er Biaozi, who was in the audience, quickly raised his camera and took photos with the reporter.

The old branch secretary first nodded to the bottom, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket as if he was decent:

"I will announce the winners of the second Jiapigou Literature Award..."

The old branch secretary suddenly remembered that Qingshan told him yesterday that he checked the characters and found out what he read when he was surnamed, so he asked him to forget.
To be continued...