Shen Qiqi stood in front of the bulletin board at the entrance of the village, holding paste in her hand, and carefully pasted a bright red promotional poster on it.
The big words "Village Chronicle Compilation, Recording You and Me" on the poster are particularly eye-catching. Next to them are a few Q-version figures, flipping through books happily. The whole poster is full of vitality and vigor.
After doing all this, Shen Qiqi clapped her hands and admired her work with satisfaction.
The sunlight shone on her face, bringing out the brilliance in her eyes.
Several villagers passing by also stopped and gathered around to watch curiously.
"Hey, Qiqi, what is this? It's quite beautifully drawn." An auntie pointed at the Q-version man on the poster and asked with a smile.
"Auntie, this is our village chronicle promotional poster! From now on, our village's history and stories will be recorded in this village chronicle, and future generations will be able to see it!" Shen Qiqi explained enthusiastically, a proud smile on her face.
"Oh, this is a great thing! Our village will have its own history book in the future!" An old man clapped his hands excitedly, and other villagers nodded in agreement. A positive atmosphere spread in the village.
At this time, Uncle Lu walked over slowly, glanced at the poster with his eyes slanted, and said sarcastically: "Hey, isn't this our village's talented woman? What the hell is she doing? Writing a village history? What's the point of that? It's better to plant two more acres of land!"
Uncle Lu's voice was sarcastic and harsh, like a basin of cold water poured on Shen Qiqi's head. The originally lively atmosphere cooled down instantly, and a tense atmosphere spread between the two.
Uncle Lu put his hands on his hips and continued, "Qiqi, you've been doing useless things all day long instead of doing anything practical! Compiling a village annals? I think you're just bored! Not only do you waste time, but you also waste paper! If you really have the ability, go to the fields and do more work instead of thinking about these things all day long!" His voice became louder and louder, and his anger erupted like a volcano, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped Shen Qiqi.
Shen Qiqi took a deep breath, tried to control her emotions, and said in a firm tone: "Second Uncle, the village chronicles are not useless things! They record the history of our village and are the cultural heritage of our village! With it, our descendants can understand the past of our village and better build the future! How can this be said to be a waste of time? " She looked directly into Second Uncle Lu's eyes, without any retreat in her eyes.
“Cultural inheritance? I think you are…” Uncle Lu wanted to continue to refute, but was interrupted by Shen Qiqi.
"Second uncle," Shen Qiqi said calmly but firmly, "I know it may be difficult for you to understand for a while."
She paused, her eyes sweeping across the surrounding villagers, her tone becoming more forceful, "I believe the future of our village will be even better!"
Uncle Lu was shocked by Shen Qiqi's aura and didn't know how to refute it for a moment.
He opened his mouth, but could only manage to utter: "Hmph, I see you..." "I see you are just messing around!" Uncle Lu finally managed to utter the second half of the sentence, with his neck stiff, like a defeated rooster.
Several villagers around also began to whisper. Uncle Lu's words were like a stone that caused ripples on the calm lake. The villagers who originally supported Shen Qiqi also showed hesitation on their faces.
Worry was like a thin mist, covering Shen Qiqi's face, and a gloomy atmosphere spread throughout the village.
A big hand held Shen Qiqi's hand tightly, and Lu Qing stood beside her, giving her silent support.
Shen Qiqi took a deep breath, raised a confident smile, and said crisply: "Second uncle, what you said about 'making a fuss', I really will make a fuss today! Think about it, our ancestors have lived here for generations, experienced so many ups and downs, and had so many touching stories. If no one records them, they will slowly be forgotten in the future. What a pity! We compile the village annals to preserve these precious memories, so that future generations can know the history of our village and the stories of our ancestors' struggles. This is called inheritance! This is called culture! This is called not forgetting your roots!"
She paused, looked around, and spoke more passionately, "The country is encouraging us to develop cultural heritage, so our village can't fall behind! With a village history, our village will be more cohesive, and we'll have the confidence to develop tourism in the future. This is a great thing that will benefit future generations! Uncles and aunts, don't you agree?"
Shen Qiqi's words were passionate and resounding, and several young villagers were so excited that their blood boiled and they nodded in agreement.
"Qiqi is right! We support you!" An excited atmosphere spread among the crowd, and admiration was written on the faces of the young villagers.
Uncle Lu stood aside, his face turning pale and blue, looking a little embarrassed.
"I know some uncles and aunts may still have concerns," Shen Qiqi's tone softened, as warm as a spring breeze, "They're worried that compiling the village chronicles will delay farm work and waste time. But what I want to say is that compiling the village chronicles is not a complicated matter. As long as everyone works together and takes a little free time, it can be completed. Moreover, we can also combine the compilation of the village chronicles with the development of rural tourism, so that more people can understand our village and drive our village's economic development. This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone!"
As soon as Shen Qiqi finished speaking, Lu Qing whispered in her ear: "Qiqi..."
Lu Qing whispered in her ear: "Qiqi, you are really my treasure girl! Great!" His gentle voice was full of love, brushing past Shen Qiqi's ears like a feather, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread between the two.
Shen Qiqi lowered her head shyly, two blushes appeared on her face, and her heart was full of sweetness.
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