Best Friends Transmigrate Together, Jointly Dealing with the Evil Mother-in-Law

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...

Chapter 225 Village Negotiation: Conceptual Accommodation

"How about we listen to Shen Qiqi's opinion?" It was Aunt Li from the village who broke the deadlock.

Everyone knows that Shen Qiqi has a lot of clever ideas, so maybe there is a way.

Shen Qiqi did not refuse, she stood up, looked around, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

"My dear uncles and aunts, I know you all cherish the traditions of your village, but times are changing, and we must keep moving forward. We can't just work in isolation. As our ancestors said, 'When three people walk together, there must be one who can teach me.'"

Shen Qiqi's words not only affirmed everyone's tradition, but also cleverly brought out the principle of win-win cooperation.

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly eased a lot.

In the next few days, Shen Qiqi transformed herself into a "research expert", shuttling back and forth between the villages, busier than a bee.

Sometimes he chats with Uncle Zhao from this village, and sometimes he goes to Aunt Qian's house in that village to drink tea. He is like a spinning top and can't stop for a moment.

Lu Qing felt sorry for his wife and followed her around everywhere.

From time to time, they would hand over a glass of water, peel an orange, and ask about your well-being. The sweet atmosphere was so overwhelming that it made others envious.

"Qiqi, are you tired?" Lu Qing gently wiped the sweat from Shen Qiqi's forehead.

"I'm not tired. For our common goal, this little bit of tiredness is nothing!" Shen Qiqi smiled with curved eyebrows and exuded full of energy.

However, things were not all smooth sailing.

Some conservative villagers, like old stubborn people, stick to their traditional ideas and scoff at the new cooperative ideas.

"Our ancestors have lived this way for generations. Why should we listen to you?" Uncle Zhao puffed his beard and glared, looking unconvinced.

Aunt Qian also chimed in, "That's right! Who knows what you're up to? Don't try to trick us!"

Faced with these doubts, Shen Qiqi did not get angry, nor did she force them to change.

She knows very well that changing one's mindset is a gradual process and cannot be rushed.

She patiently explained things to them and guided them in a way that respected tradition, and she exuded a calm aura.

"Uncle Zhao, Aunt Qian, I understand your concerns. But the new concept doesn't mean completely abandoning tradition. Instead, it means preserving tradition while taking its essence and discarding its dross..."

Just as Shen Qiqi's efforts were about to make a breakthrough, the village accountant Sun jumped out again and said with a worried look on his face: "Qiqi, your idea is good, but... what if you lose money? This is related to the interests of the entire village!"

Uncle Lu also echoed, "Yes, Qiqi, you are still young and don't think things through thoroughly. I think it's better to forget about this matter and stop making such a fuss!"

Shen Qiqi looked at these opposing voices and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

But she knew she couldn't give up.

She took a deep breath and said with a firm look in her eyes, "I know everyone has concerns, but..." She paused, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I have an idea..."

Shen Qiqi smiled mysteriously, and the "idea" she put forward was not some high-sounding talk, but rather - to hold an inter-village cultural exchange event!

"Rather than just talking about it, it's better to take action. Isn't it more persuasive to let everyone experience each other's culture firsthand?"

As soon as the news came out, the whole village was in an uproar.

Some support it, some oppose it, just like a pot of boiling porridge, bubbling.

Uncle Zhao was the first to object: "What kind of idea is this? It's nonsense!" Aunt Qian also echoed: "That's right! It's a waste of time!"

But Shen Qiqi was well prepared. She mobilized the young people in the village to go door to door to spread the word, explaining the situation with both reason and emotion.

Finally, inspired by the enthusiasm of the young people, the event was held as scheduled.

The event was extremely lively with loud gongs and drums and firecrackers.

Each village brought out its own "special skills", singing and dancing, showing off their talents.

Uncle Zhao performed a wonderful suona solo. The high-pitched and passionate melody made people's blood boil.

Aunt Qian showed off the traditional embroidery of her village. The exquisite patterns were lifelike and breathtaking.

The villagers who originally disliked each other gradually let down their guard during the event and began to communicate and learn from each other.

They were surprised to find that their cultures were not incompatible at all, but rather had many things in common.

An atmosphere of understanding spread throughout the event like a spring breeze.

Shen Qiqi stood in the crowd, watching the lively scene, her heart filled with pride.

She knew that her efforts were not in vain.

At this moment, a warm big hand gently rested on her shoulder.

She turned around and saw that it was Lu Qing. He was holding a glass of water and looking at her affectionately.

An atmosphere of love spread between the two of them.

Shen Qiqi took the water and smiled gratefully. Lu Qing asked gently, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired!" Shen Qiqi shook her head, her eyes twinkling, "Seeing everyone so happy, I'm not tired at all!"

At this moment, Village Chief Lin walked over with a serious look on his face. "Qiqi, there's something..." He hesitated, his eyes drifting to a few village representatives in the distance. They were gathered together, whispering about something, and their faces didn't look good...

The atmosphere in the conference room was so tense that you could hear a pin drop.

Representatives from different villages held different opinions and argued endlessly.

Village chief Lin sat in the main seat with a frown on his face, trying to ease the atmosphere, but with little success.

Uncle Zhao even slammed his hands on the table so hard that the windows were buzzing.

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