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Liu Qingshan just listened cheerfully, this feeling is kind and familiar.

On the other hand, Xiao Lao Si quickly gathered information and ran over joyfully announcing: "They are all big singers, and they are here to hold a concert in Jiapigou!"

The crowd applauded loudly, but there were some who were not happy about it. Some older people were not very satisfied: "It's better to ask for Errenzhuan."

Liu Qingshan would give everyone a brief introduction, including Gao Lingfeng, Zhang Pengfei, Song Xue and other students, and finally these singers.

Most of the older people in the village don't know about it, but the young people are all happy and crazy.

Er Biaozi held Liu Qingshan's shoulder: "Sanfeng, you are too good at inviting so many singers!"

"Hee hee, who is Sanfeng?" Behind Liu Qingshan poked out a brain, it was Ah Mao.

Zhang Ganzi poked Marshal Zhang again: "This doesn't work either."

Dashuai Zhang nodded solemnly, it seems that there will be another butcher and bloodletter.

Or the old branch secretary considers the problem more comprehensively:

"Qingshan, it will cost a lot of money to invite people to come to our valley, and our cooperative will pay for it!"

"Sanfeng is the boss, we are under his control, let us come, who dare not come."

Amao was grinning, he finally came back for revenge, who told you to call him Amao?

In the end, Liu Qingshan objected: "We sang to donate to the Asian Games, and we have to collect money everywhere, and our Jiapigou is no exception."

The old branch secretary patted his chest: "In the newspapers and TV, the donations for the Asian Games are advertised every day. We are also thinking about this matter, and we are waiting for Qingshan to come back to make up your mind."

Captain Zhang was also unambiguous: "How much are donated, we must be more than them!"

"The county also donated 1 yuan." Amao talked quickly, looking at the dilapidated village, it seems that there is no money, right?

"Then we will also donate 1 yuan!" The old branch secretary said proudly.

This is a bit impressive. The county only donated [-] yuan, and a small village donated [-] yuan. That's a lot.

"Donations are made according to one's ability, not forced, you have to live."

Amao was worried that this old man was a skinny donkey and shit. For the donation, it would be bad for him to eat bran and swallow vegetables in the future.

The old party secretary laughed loudly: "Girl, don't worry, what I said is that every family in our village donated 1 yuan to the Asian Games!"

Chapter 5 Seventy This Is Strength

1 yuan per family?

The people who followed Liu Qingshan to this small mountain village were all stunned.

Rural households with [-] yuan are quite rare now, how many households with [-] yuan do you have to donate?

Xu Changsheng grabbed the fourth child and said, "Fourth sister, how many households are there in your village?"

Little Lao Si tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and then said with his fingers:

"If Lian Shanxing, Dumb Grandpa, Brother Tie Zhu, and Teacher Liu Ying are all counted, it's exactly forty households!"

Forty households, you have to donate 40!

Even the tape queen felt a little unbelievable. She had already thought about it, and donated 1 yuan from the money sent by the company a few days ago.

"Don't forget, everyone, this is the famous 10-yuan village." It was Wei Bing who knew some details and reminded him.

Everyone has heard of the 10 yuan village, but in their minds, there should be more publicity, and it would be nice to reach the [-] yuan village at most.

So, all these people looked at Liu Qingshan, after all, this is the hometown of the boss, so he knows the situation best.

In fact, Liu Qingshan was also a little shocked. The old dier in Jiapigou certainly knew that it was not impossible for each family to donate 1 yuan.

The point is, are you really willing?

Looking at the unpretentious faces around him, everyone was happy, as if no one objected to the old party secretary's words.

"Come, come, collect the money, every family has 1 yuan, go home and get the passbook!"

Da Zhang Luo was shouting, and he had already started to talk.

Then the crowd broke up with a whoosh.

Liu Qingshan grabbed the youngest and fourth son: "Why are you running?"

"Brother, Shan Xing and I will go home to get the passbook." The fourth child responded, and broke free from his brother's palm, then took the hand of the fifth child, and ran away in a hurry.

Liu Qingshan has a feeling that the child has grown up and is out of control. Looking at the two little girls, it seems that they have really grown a lot.

So he waved his hand: "Come on, go to my house to have a look first, it seems that we can't put it down, let's go to the team headquarters first, it's very cold outside."

The farther the troops walked to the west of the village, the more surprised they were: the mud houses gradually turned into spacious brick houses, neatly arranged in rows.

Liu Qingshan was also surprised to find that the team headquarters had been expanded, and two new houses had been built, with small long wooden signs hanging on the doors. There were activity rooms, meeting rooms, and guest houses, all of which looked decent. of.

The old party secretary led everyone into the conference room, which looked like it could hold more than 100 people, and all the tables and chairs were newly made.

Greet everyone to sit down, and half a child will pour boiling water.

Everyone was indeed a little cold, holding white porcelain teacups in both hands, and began to drink.

"What kind of tea is this?" Someone asked in surprise.

"It's the herbal tea produced by our pharmaceutical factory. Everyone has an empty stomach. Drink less first to warm your stomach."

The old party secretary explained next to him, and then asked a boy: "Who kills pigs today?"

"Zhang Shuzi's family."

"Okay, then let's eat at their house, let's eat pig-killing dishes tonight!" The old branch secretary directly arranged the meals.

The half-child was also clever: "I'll go and tell Brother Handy."

After he finished speaking, he ran away.

In the conference room, the three elders in the village were ready: the old branch secretary was holding a pen, ready to register; the boss was holding a yellow schoolbag in his arms, ready to collect money; Captain Zhang was mainly supervising.

These outsiders wondered: Look at this, it's quite formal, are you really going to collect money?

After a while, villagers entered the house one after another, and a loud voice sounded: "I'll come first!"

I saw a vigorous old man, wearing a grass-green military uniform, limping over with a cane, and put a passbook on the table.

Captain Zhang opened the passbook and looked: "Uncle kidnapper, 1 yuan."

Grandpa Kidnap showed a smile on his face, and he slammed his cane on the ground: "This money is spent with open heart!"

Click, Er Biaozi held the camera in his hand in a dignified manner, and took a picture of this memorable moment.

Since Liu Qingshan went to school, Er Biaozi became his successor.

real or fake?

A few young people still didn't believe it, so they went up to look at the passbook, carefully counted the string of zeros, and it was indeed 1 yuan.

"My family's, my family's!" Zhang Ganzi ran in and slapped the two passbooks on the table.

Captain Zhang opened it and took a look: "Two five thousand, Zhang pole, 1 yuan."

The young men next to them also stretched their necks to see that the sum was indeed [-].

After handing in the passbook, Zhang Ganzi rubbed his hands together: "Qingshan, why didn't you invite the reporter here? I haven't been in the newspaper for a year."

The old branch secretary was furious: "It's flashing at a distance, and you can see that your motives are not pure, so hurry up and feed the pigs!"

Liu Qingshan blinked: "Our Jiapigou donation method, it's no wonder it doesn't get published in the newspapers."

"That's good, that's good. When the time comes to interview, will the interviews also be done in the order of donations?"

Zhang Ganzi was blissfully talking, when his second uncle kicked his ass, and Ma Liu ran to feed the pigs.

The villagers donated one by one, all of which were 1 yuan. The outsiders who followed Liu Qingshan believed them all.

Everyone looked at each other with complex expressions of surprise, admiration, and thought.

Finally, Amao couldn't help it, and caught a donation and asked, "Uncle, don't you feel bad for donating so much money?"

It was Zhang Lao Er who was questioned by her, and he said slowly: "My heart hurts, why don't you feel bad?"

"Then why do you still donate?" Amao was even more confused.

Old Zhang heheed twice: "It's just a matter of holding a wedding with someone else's family. Let's go with the ceremony. That kind of sports meeting is equivalent to the country's great wedding, and it should be accompanied by the ceremony."

Amao was confused: You are too polite, aren't you?

She caught another question, it was Zhang Shuzi's father, and the old man didn't say anything:

"We Jiapigou, the past two years have been better, and we have two spare money in our hands, and the country uses the money, so of course we need to help, even if we are neighbors, there is a troubled person who needs money, don't we have to help? ?”

I asked several times, and each one was more honest than the other, and none of them made a high-profile statement.

But the real gold and silver were all taken out.

"Girl, don't ask, the money must have been voluntarily taken by everyone, no one forced it." The old branch secretary said cheerfully.

"That's not what I meant, I'm just a little weird..." Amao waved his hands repeatedly.

Of course the old branch secretary could guess what she was wondering about, so he clicked on the small cigarette pouch and said:

"Girl, if we couldn't donate so much money a few years ago, we were poor at that time, and we know what it's like to be poor. It's really uncomfortable."

"In the past few years, the national policy has improved, and life has become easier. We must not forget our roots. This is what we rural people think."

These words are true, everyone nodded vigorously, and their hearts were filled with respect, and when they looked at these simple villagers, they suddenly felt so cute.

"You still have money, otherwise, if you want to donate so much, you won't be able to get it out." Gao Lingfeng knew what it was like to be short of money, and he couldn't even see the illness, so he felt the deepest.

This is of course a necessary prerequisite. This small mountain village is indeed rich.

At this time, the fourth and fifth children ran in holding hands: "Grandpa branch secretary, this is donated by us!"

Uncle Captain took a passbook from Shan Xing: "2 yuan, [-] yuan each for you two little guys?"

After speaking, he patted the head of the fourth child: "You don't count, your mother will definitely come to donate later."

Two dimples appeared on Shan Xing's small face: "Uncle Captain, I didn't find a bankbook with a full 1 yuan, so I took this, and I have to find another [-] yuan."

There was a burst of laughter immediately in the room, and Sister Zhang even opened her arms: "Fifth, you are so cute, come here, sister give me a hug."

She is careless, but someone has a careful heart, and Amao also leaned forward: "Old Wu, you, where did you get so much money?"

1 yuan, anyway, the current Amao can't get it out.

The fourth child began to chatter: "Shanxing has a dividend in the cooperative, and the advertising company also has a dividend. I have saved tens of thousands of yuan now."

Wow!

Everyone exclaimed: It's amazing, children have become ten thousand households?

"There is also an advertising company, which company?" Amao was completely convinced.

"Advertisement from Qingshan." Little Lao Si's face was full of pride.

As for Tsingshan Advertising Company, some time ago, it was published in a newspaper, reporting on the undertaking of advertising for the Seoul Olympic Games. It never occurred to me that the small boss of the company was here.

Amao, who was hit hard, fell silent, and the others were similar, thinking that this small mountain village was really amazing.

"mother!"

"Grandpa!" Liu Qingshan saw his mother and grandpa walking in, and rushed to meet him, before he could go home.

Liu Shikui looked at the eldest grandson cheerfully: "I'm back, I have brought so many friends, then let's go home and prepare dinner."

"Grandpa, no need, I'll go to Baozi's house to eat some butchered vegetables." Liu Qingshan hadn't seen his mother and grandpa for several months.

It feels like living younger and younger, and I am not only relieved.

Lin Zhi stepped forward, took out a few passbooks and put them on the table: "In addition to our family's, there is also a copy of Jinfeng and Wenxue, a copy of Hongying's family, and a copy of Dumb Uncle. In addition, Writer Lu also donated a copy. One copy; Mr. Huang Lao, who came to visit relatives on Hong Kong Island, also wants to express his heart."

"Okay, we didn't treat Brother Huang as an outsider. We took the money and told Brother Huang, and we will treat Jiapigou as our own home from now on."

The old branch secretary was even happier. Since Huang Shuwen came to Jiapigou, he got along very well with the old people in the village.

Today's act of donating money has won everyone's respect.

At this time, Captain Zhang interjected, "Jinfeng and Xuexue, and Hongying, don't need to pay separately, right?"

There are quite a few cases like this in the village. If the children get married and have been separated, they all pay a share.

Lin Zhi waved her hands with a smile: "It's their voluntary, it's all out of their hearts."