Hello, 1983

Is it so expensive to build a dinosaur fossil museum?

Liu Qingshan was also a little surprised. When he wanted to come, that is, how much would it cost to set up a bigger shed?

Gutou guessed that he also understood something from Liu Qingshan's eyes, so he snorted coldly:

"You think it's a circus. You can sell tickets by building a shed. If you don't have money, you can stay cool and stay there. Don't delay my work."

This old man can turn his face faster than a book.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly stopped people: "I have money, I have money, can't I build this museum myself?"

The ancient head looked at the young man in front of him again, and then shook his head:

"Without this rule, we are not a foreign country, and private museums are not allowed, let alone you have no money, even if you really have money, it is not allowed!"

There is no way to do this, and Liu Qingshan really has no money on hand now.

Seeing the disappointed young man across from him, Gutou shook his head and sighed.

From his heart, of course, he hopes to build a museum to exhibit fossils, so that more people can understand the ancient species of dinosaurs.

It is a pity that he is only a researcher, and the country is now in a state of waste and needs money everywhere. How can there be spare money to build a museum?

The annual funding for their research institute is pitifully small. These days, he and his colleagues are eating steamed bread and pickles every day.

As for the local government, it is estimated that it is even less hopeful. I didn't see the commune secretary just now, and I fell into the ditch with fright. Hasn't he come up yet?

Powerlessness is the greatest sorrow of a researcher like him.

Seeing Gu Junshan's sad face, Liu Qingshan could roughly understand what the old man was thinking, so he asked tentatively:

"Ancient, if I invest in building a museum, the ownership will still belong to the public. It's just that the tickets collected belong to me, and the work will be done after the capital is recovered. Is that ok?"

The old man waved his hands again and again: "Boy, then you must lose money. How many people can come to visit a year in such a remote place as you? It is estimated that it will take hundreds of years to return the money. Did you live that long?"

this old man,

It's really choking to speak, but Liu Qingshan is used to listening to it, and he happily deals with it:

"It's okay, I'm gone, my son will continue to collect money, and then pass it on to my grandson, and the children and grandchildren will be endless."

The old head laughed: "It's Yugong Yishan, and you will become Yugong collecting money, you kid..."

Don't look at the scolding, but in my heart, I really like this young man:

Knowing that this is a money-losing business, people still insist on building a museum. He respects such people who are willing to pay and take responsibility.

Looking at Liu Qingshan with a little approval, Gutou finally nodded: "Then I will help you tell the above, whether it will work or not, I don't dare to guarantee it."

"Father, you will definitely succeed."

Liu Qingshan took advantage of the situation to send a flattery, and then muttered: "It seems that I have to hurry up and make money again, millions..."

"Is your kid rich or not? Be precise!"

Gutou was also anxious when he heard it, can you rely on it?

"Hey, I don't have it for the time being, but I will have it soon. At most, by the end of the year, I will be able to turn into a millionaire."

Liu Qingshan also patted his chest and grinned straight at the old head: "Is your money blown by the wind?"

After speaking, he was too lazy to pay attention to this young man who likes to brag, and went down the ladder again and continued to work.

"Father, I'm telling the truth. In these days, no one believes the truth!" Liu Qingshan also muttered to each other, followed, and helped Secretary Sun up.

Comrade Lao Sun supported his waist with one hand: "Qingshan, are you really going to invest money to build that museum?"

Liu Qingshan nodded seriously.

Things like this seem unprofitable, but once the museum is built, it can become a business card for their Qingshan Commune and even the entire Bishui County. In terms of publicity, it is an intangible asset.

If you can do something for your hometown, why not do it?

"Okay, then I'll report to the county first!"

Secretary Sun obviously also knew the benefits of building a museum, so he stiffened his waist, and then he sighed again.

This matter was reported by the commune and reported to every level. The most important thing is that the old head must also report it to the top before it will be effective.

So when it was time to rest at noon, Liu Qingshan invited Gutou and his fellow researchers to the canteen of the commune to discuss the matter together.

Watching the researchers gobble their meals, Liu Qingshan could finally feel their hard work.

Look at the scrawny old head again: I guess the body is so badly boiled, right?

After a full meal, Gutou finally drafted a report dubiously: What if, if this kid can really come up with money to build a museum, wouldn't it be a good thing.

Secretary Sun also wrote a report. He knew Liu Qingshan's ability, so he seemed more confident.

After all, just a few days ago, he witnessed this kid earn more than 100,000 dollars.

While drinking tea and chatting, the ancient head began to ask again: "There are many dinosaur fossils on your side, maybe there are dinosaur eggs and the like. If you have any discoveries in this regard, you can contact me and go investigate together."

"Dinosaurs still lay eggs?"

Secretary Sun and a group of commune cadres all looked at each other: Eggs and duck eggs are common, what does this dinosaur egg look like?

Gutou was obviously prepared for a long time. He took out a stack of photos from the tattered cloth bag he carried with him and showed it to everyone.

"This is a dinosaur egg. I think about it, where have I seen this thing?" The director of the commune's land office suddenly shouted.

"Bantou Beach!"

Liu Qingshan's eyes also lit up.

"Yes, it's Mantoutan, it seems to belong to you Jiapigou, right?"

Director Guan said excitedly, other people's expressions changed when they heard it, and many people showed a look of horror.

Liu Qingshan, on the other hand, looked contemplative, and some memories in his mind were gradually connected by the line of dinosaurs.

"Bantoutan, what's the point?"

When Gutou heard the name, he became interested. If the dinosaur eggs were exposed on the surface, wouldn't they look like big steamed buns?

But no one responded to him, it seems that the place in Mantou Beach is a secret among these people.

"Understood, hahaha, I understand!"

Liu Qingshan suddenly shouted, causing everyone to look over in a daze.

I saw Liu Qingshan said excitedly: "Ancient, you are going to Mantou Beach, you must have a great harvest, I will show you tomorrow!"

"No, no, no!"

"Can't go, absolutely can't go there!"

"Qingshan, this is no joke!"

Everyone was talking about it, and they blocked it one after another, as if the place at Mantou Beach was like a sea of ​​swords and flames, and there was great danger.

Gu Junshan was also confused: "What's the matter with you?"

Everyone started to look at each other again. It's not a problem to talk about this kind of thing in private. If it's on the surface, it's really hard to say. After all, they are all commune officials.

Liu Qingshan also saw it, so he smiled and said: "Old, let me tell you, the place of Mantou Beach is very evil in our side, and it is a forbidden area."

"Oh, then talk about it well, boy."

Gutou is even more interested, and those who engage in their business like these.

It's not that they are curious, but because this kind of place often means a huge harvest.

Just like a few years ago, they visited a place, and the local people were very taboo, calling it the Bawangbian.

It is said that there is a huge steel whip lying on the ground. It was used by Xiang Yu, the overlord of the Chu Dynasty.

After Lao Gu took the expedition to check, he found that the so-called Bawangbian was a fossilized vertebra of a carnivorous dinosaur.

So he listened to Liu Qingshan's words, and his interest was seduced.

But what tickled his teeth was that the stinky boy said lightly: "Ancient, you will know when you go tomorrow."

He even sold Guanzi, and the old man was so angry that he didn't fall asleep for a long time.

Of course, this is an old problem, a chronic disease that has tormented him for more than 20 years.

The next morning, when Liu Qingshan came back from the mountain, he brought back the master as well.

Although he had some guesses in his heart, he still had to be careful. With the mute grandfather in the line, he had a bottom line.

After eight o'clock in the morning, Gu Junshan also came. He followed Da Zhangluo, who was staying at the construction site, to Jiapigou.

After gathering in front of the team, Liu Qingshan waved his hand and shouted with confidence:

"Go, target Mantou Beach!"

This shout is somewhat of a middle-class, mainly because Liu Qingshan wants a sense of ceremony. After all, the impact of this incident on Jiapigou is likely to be very far-reaching.

"What, I'm going to Mantou Beach, I'm not going!"

Da Zhangluo turned his head and ran away, but before he ran a few steps, the dumb grandpa grabbed his collar from behind and carried him into the air.

"You can't go to that place, it will scare people to death!"

Da Zhangluo's legs were kicking in the air, his face turned pale with fright.

This is really not his nonsense. There used to be an old man in another village who was herding sheep. He was driving a few sheep and strayed into the steamed bread beach. He was so scared that he lost his soul and died within a few days of returning home.

Since then, Mantou Beach has become a forbidden area, and it has become more and more popular.

Soon, several villagers also gathered around. After hearing the original story, their expressions changed drastically and they turned around and left.

I didn't see that the owner of the car was frightened a few days ago. It's still not good. It's a hot day.

Only Zhang Dashuai was left, hesitating there.

"Uncle handsome, you are not afraid of the sky, you are not afraid of the earth, aren't you?"

Liu Qingshan stimulated him.

Zhang Dashuai vigorously touched his bright bald head: "I've wanted to go there for a long time and have a look, but I haven't been able to find a partner!"

There is no confidence in what he said, because after speaking, Zhang Dashuai stood behind the dumb grandfather, and it seemed that he had also found a backer.

"Master, it's just right for you to go, I don't need to follow." Da Zhangluo called out again.

"Uncle Zhang Luo, don't regret it. If you miss some things, you will never have a chance again." Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

Da Zhangluo shook his head vigorously: "I don't regret it, I don't regret it. I still have to lead someone to plant rice. It just happens that the paddy field is hot right now."

After speaking, he ran away without a trace, and Zhang Dashuai looked at his back and pouted: "Coward."

After despising him, he patted his head again: "Yo, I almost forgot, I also went home and brought the pig-killing knife with me."

After he finished speaking, he also ran to the house, and then never came back. He had heard of urinating, and this time, he came back with a knife.