Shen Qiqi and Xu Jing transmigrated into the book and became daughters-in-law of the Lu family.
In the Lu family, they encounter all sorts of mishaps. Shen Qiqi mistakes her husband, and afte...
Shen Qiqi took the letter, and the thin paper conveyed an unusual weight on her fingertips.
She blinked, looked at Lu Qing firmly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Okay, it's a good opportunity to go and see what Lijia Village is up to..."
Before she finished her words, she turned and walked towards the village entrance. Her long shadow was stretched even longer by the setting sun, leaving Lu Qing alone in thought.
Entering the village committee, Shen Qiqi went straight to the archives room.
The room was filled with the smell of moldy old papers, and rows of filing cabinets were neatly arranged, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.
She gently opened the drawer, pulled out a long-dusty file, and began to read it carefully.
Lu Qing stood beside her, his eyes gently scanning every detail, and from time to time he handed her a cup of tea.
"What a thoughtful person." Lu Qing said softly, his voice low and warm, like a ray of sunshine shining into Shen Qiqi's heart.
She looked up, smiled slightly, and a determined light flashed in her eyes: "These files record the history of the two villages."
The archive room was quiet, with only the sound of flipping papers and the occasional sound of pens scratching across paper.
Shen Qiqi's focused expression looked particularly moving under the dim light. She seemed to have immersed herself in this small battlefield, searching for every clue.
In the evening, Shen Qiqi decided to go to Uncle Zhao to find out the situation.
Uncle Zhao's home is not far from the village entrance. A few faded clothes are drying outside a dilapidated earthen house, and the pile of firewood in front of the door looks a bit messy.
"Uncle Zhao, I came to you to learn about the history between the two villages." Shen Qiqi stood in front of the door, her tone calm and firm.
When Mr. Zhao heard her voice, he immediately came out of the house, his face showing a bit of vigilance and anger: "Chen Qiqi, you are meddling in other people's business! The grudge between our two villages can't be solved just by your words!"
His voice was low and powerful, and an atmosphere of anger filled around him, as if it could burn the air around him.
Shen Qiqi, however, smiled and greeted him without showing any weakness: "Uncle Zhao, I know you have something to say, but I hope to hear you talk in detail, maybe I can find some solutions to the problem."
Uncle Zhao was still furious, with his hands on his hips, his voice even more fierce: "Do you know how bloody we fought for that piece of land back then? Do you understand?!" His words were like a sharp knife, piercing Shen Qiqi's heart.
Shen Qiqi remained calm and patiently answered, "I understand. Precisely because I understand, I hope to find a peaceful solution. Are you willing to tell me about your experiences over the years?"
Uncle Zhao's expression froze slightly, and a glimmer of hope flashed through Shen Qiqi's heart.
"You...can you really solve the problem?" Uncle Zhao's voice was low and a little hesitant.
At this moment, the corners of Shen Qiqi's mouth rose slightly, and a determined light flashed in her eyes: "I will do my best, Uncle Zhao, do you believe me?"
Her words came to an abrupt end, leaving a hint of suspense, like a secret about to be revealed, waiting to be revealed again.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Uncle Zhao's weather-beaten face. He took the yellowed pages handed to him by Shen Qiqi, his rough fingers trembling slightly.
Although the handwriting on the paper was blurred, one could still vaguely see the record of the land boundaries that were demarcated at that time.
Uncle Zhao’s eyes were blurry due to his old age. He carefully identified the man for a long time. His face was full of wrinkles, as if it was engraved with the vicissitudes of life.
"This...this..." He opened his eyes wide, his cloudy eyeballs almost bulged out, and his voice trembled slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.
"How is this possible?!" He looked at the evidence in his hand, and the anger on his face was instantly replaced by shock, and then replaced by deep doubt.
The air seemed to freeze, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Shen Qiqi smiled slightly, her confident smile even more dazzling on her delicate face, like a bright light in the darkness: "Uncle Zhao, in fact, the land division back then was not as you think. It is clearly written here that it was the Lijia Village who arbitrarily changed the boundaries, which led to the conflict back then."
She paused and continued, "This may be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that has lasted for decades." Her voice was clear, with a hint of comforting power, like a spring breeze, blowing away the haze in Uncle Zhao's heart.
Uncle Zhao took the paper and looked at it again and again, as if he was confirming something, with a frown on his face. After a long time, he let out a long sigh, and all the strength seemed to be drained out of him. The anger he had before disappeared in an instant like a popped balloon.
His expression changed from shock to a hint of relief, then to a hint of guilt.
"So...so that's how it is..." His voice was low, with a hint of regret. Years of obsession collapsed at this moment.
Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi with heartache. She had been running around to solve the problems in the village, and it was really hard.
He handed over a bowl of water, his eyes so gentle that they seemed to be dripping with water, and said with concern: "Drink some water and take a rest."
Shen Qiqi took the water, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. The cool spring water slid into her throat, moistening her heart and dispelling some of her fatigue.
She looked at Lu Qing, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, Lu Qing." Her heart felt sweet, as if she had eaten honey.
"Next, it's time to meet Village Chief Lin." Shen Qiqi handed the bowl of water to Lu Qing with a firm tone, but a subtle solemnity flashed in her eyes.
She took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the anxiety into her stomach, and then exhaled.
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