Shen Qiqi ambitiously set a small goal of collecting 50 old items a month, but reality poured a bucket of cold water on her.

A month passed, and she ran around everywhere and talked her mouth off, but she only collected a dozen items, which was still far from her goal!

Anxiety surged like a tide, Shen Qiqi's face wrinkled into a ball, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she could pinch a fly to death.

As she went from house to house, the atmosphere in the villagers' homes became tense, fearing that the shabby things in their own homes would also be targeted by Shen Qiqi.

Seeing his wife busy with the old things renovation plan, Lu Qing also felt worried.

He rubbed Shen Qiqi's hair distressedly, "Qiqi, don't be too tired, take your time."

"But..." Shen Qiqi sighed. This is not something that can be solved slowly!

If she fails to achieve the goal, won’t all her boasting be exposed?

By then, won’t those who are waiting to laugh at her laugh their heads off?

Just at this critical juncture, Uncle Lu came to cause trouble again.

Seeing Shen Qiqi still busy collecting old things, he said sarcastically: "Hey, Qiqi, are you still picking up rags? I'm telling you, why are you messing around all day instead of doing good farm work? How much money can you make from this? Don't let it all go to waste and make a fool of yourself!"

Uncle Lu's words were like a needle, piercing Shen Qiqi's heart fiercely.

She suppressed her anger, but her face was full of rage.

An oppressive atmosphere spread in her heart, like a volcano about to erupt.

Lu Qing couldn't listen any longer. He glared at Uncle Lu angrily, "Uncle Lu, you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Uncle Lu stiffened his neck, an expression that said, "I'm telling the truth." "I'm doing this for her own good! It's unbecoming for a woman to be seen in public all day long!"

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

She knew that arguing with someone like Uncle Lu was useless and would only waste time and energy.

She turned her head and looked at Lu Qing, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, "Brother Qing, let's go!"

Lu Qing nodded, helped Shen Qiqi around and left.

When she reached the door, Shen Qiqi suddenly stopped. She turned around and glanced at Uncle Lu, with a meaningful smile on her lips, "Uncle Lu, just wait and see!"

Wang misunderstood that the villagers were like a loudspeaker, spreading bad words about Shen Qiqi everywhere in the village.

As Shen Qiqi walked on the road, she could hear whispers coming from behind her.

The villagers who had already wavered and planned to give her their old things began to hesitate again.

Shen Qiqi watched as those once friendly faces turned cold and distant, frustration hanging over her face like a dark cloud.

The air around her seemed to become dull and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Lu Qing stood by, looking at her with heartache, his eyes full of worry and pity.

However, Shen Qiqi did not defend herself as everyone expected.

She took a deep breath, put a smile on her face again, and walked towards the villagers.

She looked at the villagers with her bright eyes and asked softly, "Uncle, aunt, I see that you seem to be troubled by something. Are you having any difficulties?" The villagers were all surprised and stunned. The originally quiet village was instantly filled with an atmosphere of surprise.

Lu Qing was also surprised. He stood aside with his eyes slightly widened.

Shen Qiqi didn't care about everyone's reaction and continued to look at the villagers sincerely.

The villagers looked at each other, and finally an uncle scratched his head and said, "Qiqi, this farm tool is broken and can't be repaired. I'm worried." Shen Qiqi's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Lu Qing looked at her expression, his heart full of doubts.

Shen Qiqi didn't say anything, but there was a mysterious light in her eyes, as if she had already come up with a brilliant plan.

After listening to the uncle's complaints, Shen Qiqi raised a confident arc at the corner of her mouth, as if everything was under control.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair arms, and walked towards the yard of her uncle's house.

"Uncle, let me have a look at the farm tools. Maybe I can give them a new look!"

The uncle handed the broken hoe to Shen Qiqi doubtfully. She looked at it carefully, and saw her take out hammers, files, wire and other tools from the toolbox, and started working in an orderly manner.

She hammered skillfully and her movements were so smooth that the surrounding villagers were stunned.

"Oh, Qiqi's cooking skills are pretty good!"

"Yeah, I never realized she could repair farm tools!"

"My shoulder pole is broken too. I'll go check on Qiqi later!"

The villagers were talking about it, their eyes full of surprise and admiration, as if they were watching some magical magic show.

After a while, the originally worn-out hoe was completely new in Shen Qiqi's hands, as if it had just been taken out of a blacksmith's shop.

The uncle took the hoe, tried the feel of it, and immediately smiled happily: "Oh, thank you so much, Qiqi! Your craftsmanship is amazing!"

With the first person trying it out, other villagers also gathered around, some bringing broken plows, some bringing broken shoulder poles, and some bringing leaking buckets.

Shen Qiqi accepted everyone who came and helped them repair one by one, quickly and efficiently.

Her dexterous hands flew up and down, and the tools seemed to come alive in her hands, making crisp tinkling sounds, as if they were playing a beautiful symphony.

The villagers looked at the brand new farm tools, and their attitude towards Shen Qiqi changed drastically.

They took out old things from their homes, including worn-out wooden basins, faded old clothes, and old dolls with missing arms, and stuffed them all at Shen Qiqi.

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