The morning sun shines on the entrance of the village. It should have been a day full of vitality, but at this moment it is filled with an indescribable awkwardness.

Shen Qiqi's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by the villagers' cold looks.

"Auntie, look, can you give me this old bamboo basket from your family? I plan to transform it into something special." Shen Qiqi put on a smile and tried to make her tone sound sincere.

The aunt curled her lips, without even looking at Shen Qiqi, lowered her head and picked at her nails, mumbling incoherently: "There are no old things at home, go find someone else."

I asked several companies in a row and got the same result.

Shen Qiqi, who had been frustrated, gradually lost the smile on her face.

She felt like a salesperson selling a slow-selling product, and the villagers became the most difficult client to deal with.

"What's going on? Everyone's giving up?" Shen Qiqi complained furiously in her heart.

Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi's frustrated expression, his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, as if he was thinking about something, but also as if he was ready to roll up his sleeves and fight at any time.

He glared fiercely at Aunt Wang who was watching the excitement in the crowd, as if he wanted to kill her with his eyes.

"Everyone, I'm really not kidding. My old stuff transformation plan can really benefit everyone!" Shen Qiqi was unwilling to give up. She tried to explain again, "Think about it, it's a waste to keep these old things at home. Why not give them to me? I'll turn them into beautiful and practical things that everyone can use!"

"Tsk, who would believe that?" An old man sneered, "Is he trying to do something weird again?"

"That's right. Before, there was dancing and other things, and now they're doing these things again. It's really a waste of time!" Another aunt also echoed.

Shen Qiqi felt her heart sink, like a steamed bun just out of the pot was splashed with a basin of cold water, chilling her to the core.

She felt a sense of powerlessness spreading from the soles of her feet to her whole body, as if she was covered by a huge transparent cover, and a feeling of suffocation came over her.

Lu Qing saw Shen Qiqi

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

It seems that the first step of this "conquest of old things" is more difficult than she imagined.

"You really don't want to believe me?" she whispered, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

Suddenly, a sharp laugh came from the crowd, "Wow, her face is almost wrinkled like a bun, I thought she was so powerful..."

Wang misunderstood that when the villagers saw Shen Qiqi being humiliated, they were so happy that they seemed to be injected with chicken blood. They spread bad words about Shen Qiqi to everyone, adding fuel to the fire, and wanted to describe Shen Qiqi as an unforgivable villain.

"I'm telling you, this Shen Qiqi is just an embroidered pillow, good-looking but useless! All these fancy things are a waste of time!" He spitted everywhere, speaking so vividly, as if he had witnessed Shen Qiqi's "crimes" with his own eyes.

Some villagers around who didn't know the truth also started whispering, looking at Shen Qiqi with eyes full of suspicion and distrust.

Lu Qing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. If Shen Qiqi hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed up to argue with Wang Misunderstood Villager.

This tense atmosphere is like a taut string that may break at any time, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Shen Qiqi felt very aggrieved and felt that she was more wronged than Dou E.

But she knew that it was useless to get angry now, and she had to find a way to solve the problem.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Wasn't it just collecting some old things?

How could this still stump her, a new-age woman of the 21st century?

So, Shen Qiqi ignored the rumors and started to act silently.

She saw Aunt Zhang chopping firewood and rolled up her sleeves to help without saying a word. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she didn't care.

She helped Uncle Li repair the fence and her hand was cut by thorns. She simply bandaged it and continued working.

She proved with her actions that she was not there to cause trouble, but that she sincerely wanted to help everyone.

Gradually, some villagers began to waver.

They looked at Shen Qiqi's busy figure, and Aunt Zhang was the first to break the silence: "Qiqi, I have a broken bamboo basket at home, do you want it?" Shen Qiqi's eyes lit up, as if she saw the dawn of hope: "Yes! Of course! Thank you, Aunt Zhang!" Then, Uncle Li also took out an old wooden barrel, and several villagers also expressed their willingness to provide old things.

The seeds of hope began to take root and sprout in the village.

Lu Qing looked at the smile that bloomed again on Shen Qiqi's face and also smiled with relief.

He walked over to Shen Qiqi and patted her shoulder gently...

Lu Qing felt so distressed when he saw his wife being speechless after being scolded!

He waved his hand and stood up, his posture of protecting his wife was like a rooster with its feathers standing on end.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm telling you guys, watch your words! Don't I know what kind of person my Qiqi is? She really wants to help everyone, don't be ungrateful!" His voice was loud and resounding, and the momentum seemed to be able to blow the roof off.

He looked at Shen Qiqi tenderly, his eyes full of love and trust, like a pool of spring water, gently enveloping her.

"Qiqi, don't lose heart!" She lowered her head shyly, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples, delicate and tempting. An air of ambiguous intimacy permeated the air between them, a sweetness so cloying that it was almost intoxicating. The villagers, watching the young couple's affectionate embrace, couldn't help but smile. This warm atmosphere, like a ray of sunshine, illuminated everyone's heart.

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and continued her "old things collection project."

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