The air around seemed to be frozen, making it hard to breathe.

The wind blew, bringing with it a gust of dust, mixed with people's low sighs, adding a bit of sadness.

Shen Qiqi felt her throat was a little dry. She licked her lips, and a bitter taste spread in her mouth.

"No, I can't just sit there and wait for death!" Shen Qiqi encouraged herself in her heart. She was not the kind of soft persimmon who would retreat when faced with difficulties!

Her eyes rolled, and suddenly a light bulb went off in her mind, and a bold idea popped up.

"Got it!" She slapped her thigh excitedly, the loud sound of the slap seemed particularly abrupt in the silent air.

"Brother Qing, I got it!" Shen Qiqi turned to look at Lu Qing, her eyes sparkling with excitement, like two stars in the dark night, shining brightly.

"We can organize a fundraising! There are so many people in our village, and if everyone contributes a little, we can definitely raise enough money to treat Mr. Li's son!"

When Lu Qing heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the gloom on his face was instantly swept away, replaced by excitement and hope.

He grabbed Shen Qiqi's hand, his tone a little excited: "This is a good idea! Why didn't I think of it! You are so smart!"

Shen Qiqi raised her eyebrows proudly, feeling happy.

She felt like she had eaten candied fruit, and the sweetness reached her heart.

"Of course! Don't you see who I am?" She winked at Lu Qing playfully with a confident smile on her face.

The two looked at each other, their hearts filled with strength.

They decided to take action immediately and not delay any longer. The sooner they could raise enough money, the sooner Mr. Li's son could receive treatment.

Shen Qiqi felt the blood in her body begin to boil, and a strong sense of mission surged in her heart. She wanted to run immediately and tell the good news to the whole village.

"Brother Qing, there's no time to lose, let's act quickly!" Shen Qiqi said impatiently, with a hint of urgency in her tone.

Lu Qing nodded, a determined light flashing in his eyes. "Well, let's go!"

The two quickly reached a consensus. They smiled at each other in tacit understanding, and everything was said without words.

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and was about to leave, but suddenly she stopped and turned to look at Lu Qing.

"Brother Qing, where do you think we should start?"

Shen Qiqi's eyes rolled and she came up with a plan: "Brother Qing, where is the gossip center of our village? Of course it's the bulletin board! Let's go!" She pulled Lu Qing up and ran towards the village committee. At that speed, those who didn't know her would think she was going to participate in the Olympic 100-meter sprint.

Arriving at the village committee, Shen Qiqi took out the red paper and brush that she had prepared long ago without saying a word, and with a few strokes, a passionate and touching fundraising proposal came out.

Although the handwriting is not as good as that of a calligrapher, it is also straight, clear and neat, and it is obvious that it was written with care.

Lu Qing turned into a hardworking little bee, quickly found some glue, and posted the proposal in the most conspicuous place on the bulletin board.

The movement was so clean, neat and smooth that if you didn't know him, you would think he was a professional at posting flyers.

"A freshly released fundraising proposal, don't miss it if you pass by!" Shen Qiqi shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice was as loud as the loudspeaker at the entrance of the village, and could be heard clearly for miles around.

When the villagers heard the noise, they put down their work and gathered around curiously.

The scene was even more lively than a market, with people crowded together. If you didn't know, you would think that a big star had come to the village.

"What's the matter? Qiqi, you're shouting so loudly that people who don't know would think your house is on fire!" An aunt asked curiously while wiping the mud off her hands.

Seeing this, Shen Qiqi immediately started her speech mode: "Dear fellow villagers, brothers and sisters, Uncle Li's family has suffered a disaster. The house collapsed and his son has contracted tuberculosis. They are in urgent need of money! We can't just watch their family suffer! So, I suggest that everyone donate money and effort to help Uncle Li's family!" She spoke with emotion, and her expression and tone were even more devoted than the actors on the stage.

Lu Qing was silently distributing the flyers that Shen Qiqi had prepared in advance. The flyers detailed the situation of Uncle Li's family and the specific methods of fundraising.

While distributing the materials, he earnestly explained everything to the villagers. His attitude and patience were even gentler than those of a kindergarten teacher.

The villagers looked at the initiative letter and leaflets and talked about it. Some nodded in agreement, some looked embarrassed, and some whispered to each other.

Shen Qiqi looked at the villagers' reactions and was secretly worried: Will this fundraising campaign be successful?

Lu Qing seemed to sense Shen Qiqi's uneasiness. He patted her shoulder gently and whispered, "Don't worry, just do your best."

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and tried to squeeze out a confident smile: "Well, I believe we can do it!"

As the sun sets, the red paper on the bulletin board appears particularly bright in the sunset glow, as if heralding the arrival of hope.

However, whether the villagers are willing to donate generously remains to be seen...

The crowd gradually dispersed. Shen Qiqi looked at the empty village entrance and murmured to herself, "I hope tomorrow..."