A calm and composed atmosphere surrounded her like a golden halo.

Uncle Zhou was still shaking his head, looking calm and composed.

"Seeing is believing, hearing is not. I have to see it with my own eyes to believe it!"

"Okay, then you can take a look!" Shen Qiqi waved her hand with great enthusiasm, "Uncles and aunts, let's go! Let's go to the fields and take a look!"

A group of people followed Shen Qiqi to the Lu family's fields.

As soon as they reached the edge of the field, everyone fell silent, leaving only the intermittent gasps.

In the Lu family's rice fields, the rice ears were full and golden, and their weight bent the rice stalks. A breeze blew by, raising a wave of golden color. The air was filled with the fragrance of rice flowers, which was refreshing.

"Oh my goodness! This rice is growing so well!"

"Yes, I've lived so long and have never seen such good rice!"

The villagers who had questioned Shen Qiqi before now lowered their heads in shame, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Especially Mrs. Lu, her face turned red and white, and she felt full of regret.

If I had known that Shen Qiqi's method was so powerful, I shouldn't have said those sarcastic words in the village.

Now, I’m so embarrassed!

Shen Qiqi stood on the ridge of the field, the breeze blowing her hair, with a confident smile on her face. At this moment, she was like a queen returning from a triumphant victory, shining brightly.

An aura of pride flowed through her, like golden sunlight spreading across the earth.

"How about it, Uncle Zhou, do you have anything else to say now?" Shen Qiqi looked at Uncle Zhou with a smile, her eyes carrying a hint of mischief and a little pride.

Uncle Zhou stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

In the end, he could only nod silently and took a deep puff of his pipe. "Qiqi, you... your method is really..."

Before he could finish his words, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the distance, and a figure ran over breathlessly, "Qiqi! Qiqi! It's bad..."

The hurried footsteps, like a sudden drumbeat, instantly broke the tranquility on the ridge of the field.

Everyone looked sideways and saw station attendant Wu Zhongzi running towards them, panting. His usually indifferent face was now showing a hint of panic.

As he ran, he shouted, "Qiqi! Qiqi! Oh no! The town is going to hold an agricultural competition!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like thunderclap out of the blue, leaving everyone dizzy.

What?

Agricultural competition?

This is the first time they have heard of this thing.

Shen Qiqi was also stunned, but she quickly reacted and thought, is this going to cause trouble again?

She walked forward calmly and asked, "Station Officer Wu, please speak slowly. What's going on?"

Station attendant Wu Zhongzi wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and then he recovered.

"The town just announced they're hosting a 'Harvest Cup' agricultural competition. They're trying to identify planting experts and give out prizes."

As he spoke, he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. There were some incomprehensible words printed on it. It should be the notice of the competition.

When the villagers heard this, they were immediately in an uproar.

"What the hell? A competition? We have a competition for farming?"

"That's what I mean. We old farmers have never participated in any competitions!"

The discussions came one after another, like a group of sparrows chirping non-stop.

Seeing this, Shen Qiqi smiled slightly and signaled everyone to be quiet.

She looked around at the villagers whose faces showed a mixture of curiosity and worry, and she was secretly thinking in her heart.

Now that things have come to this, we might as well seize the initiative.

She cleared her throat and said, "My dear uncles and aunts, since the town is holding a competition, we can't fall behind! Who is willing to join me in the competition and strive to win the first place?"

As soon as she said this, the villagers cheered and expressed their willingness to follow Shen Qiqi.

After all, the crops in my field are growing so well, all thanks to Shen Qiqi.

Besides, who doesn’t want to win first place with great fanfare and bring honor to themselves?

"Okay! Then let's act in groups!" Shen Qiqi rolled up her sleeves and began to assign tasks.

She divided the villagers into several groups according to their planting experience and expertise, and she was responsible for overall control.

She spoke very logically and occasionally used some new words, which surprised everyone, but they also felt that her words made a lot of sense.

Lu Qing silently assisted Shen Qiqi, helping to carry tools and organize records. The two cooperated tacitly, as if they were one. The atmosphere was like a fairy couple that even God envied.

Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi working seriously, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

"Brother Qing, go help Auntie and the others first. I'm fine here." Shen Qiqi said without raising her head, her hands still recording something quickly.

Lu Qing nodded, turned around and went to help the aunties carry the fertilizer without saying a word.

This made the surrounding villagers marvel. They all said that the men of the Lu family really treated their wives as the apple of their eyes and spoiled them. They were so enviable.

Seeing that everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, Shen Qiqi felt a little more at ease.

Just as she was about to continue arranging the next step, Wu Zhongzi, a station attendant, suddenly grabbed her sleeve and whispered, "Qiqi, about this competition, would you... would you like to consider it? I heard that this competition is full of experts. Will your... your new method really work?"

Shen Qiqi frowned slightly when she heard this. She raised her head and looked at the slightly worried face of Wu Zhongzi, the station attendant, but a hint of doubt flashed through her mind.

She always felt that this station attendant Wu Zhongzi was speaking with hidden meanings, as if he knew some inside information.

"Why, Station Master Wu, do you know something?" Shen Qiqi's eyes sharpened, like a sword drawn from its sheath, shooting straight at Station Master Wu Zhongzi.

Wu Zhongzi, the station attendant, felt a little guilty under her gaze. He stammered, "I... I just heard that this competition seemed... seemed to have..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp cry, "Chen Qiqi! Come out!"