After the village chronicle distribution ceremony, Shen Qiqi and Lu Qing took the printed village chronicles and began to distribute them door to door.
On both sides of the village road, blue brick and tile houses are neatly arranged. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and spots of light are sprinkled on the stone road.
Shen Qiqi's mood was like the bright sunshine, full of anticipation and hope.
"Seventh sister, this village chronicle is the treasure of our village. Every family must cherish it!" Shen Qiqi said to the villagers with a smile. The village chronicle in her hand exuded a faint scent of ink, and she handed it carefully to each household.
The villagers gathered around, their faces filled with curiosity and excitement.
Lu Qing accompanied her silently, helping her share the weight from time to time.
He looked at Shen Qiqi's busy figure, his heart filled with pride and emotion.
This woman is always so strong and courageous. No matter what difficulties she encounters, she can face them head-on.
However, as the village chronicles were delivered one by one, Shen Qiqi gradually discovered problems.
Some villagers just put the village chronicle aside after taking it, and some even showed indifferent expressions on their faces.
This contrast made the atmosphere a little awkward, and Shen Qiqi's heart sank slightly.
"Seventh sister, what's the use of this village chronicle? It's more practical for us villagers to do more farm work." A young man said bluntly, and the surrounding villagers nodded in agreement.
"Yes, the village history is just a record of the past. How can it be of any help to our present life?"
Faced with the villagers' doubts, Shen Qiqi was not discouraged and she stood up firmly.
"Fellow villagers, the village chronicles are more than just a record of the past; they are the heritage of our village culture and our roots. With the village chronicles, our descendants will understand the hardships of our ancestors and appreciate the village's history and culture. This is a precious spiritual treasure for each of us."
Although Shen Qiqi's tone was firm, her words failed to impress everyone immediately.
Some villagers still looked disdainful, and a cold mood gradually spread among the crowd.
Shen Qiqi felt a little frustrated in her heart, but she did not give up and continued to explain and communicate patiently.
"Fellow villagers, only by understanding the past can we better face the future. The village chronicle is not just a book, it is the soul of our village and our common memory." Shen Qiqi's words were sincere and earnest, and her eyes flashed with determination.
Lu Qing stood beside her silently, gently held her hand, and gave her silent support.
At this moment, Shen Qiqi felt a warm current rising from the bottom of her heart.
"I hope everyone can give Village Zhi a chance, give our village a chance." Shen Qiqi's voice echoed in the breeze, and her determination and persistence infected everyone present.
However, facing the villagers' cold attitude, Shen Qiqi frowned slightly.
"Lu Qing, we..." Shen Qiqi said softly. Before she finished speaking, her Shen Qiqi walked home dejectedly, like an eggplant hit by frost - wilted.
I was passionately promoting the village history just now, but now the villagers are like they are still asleep, and their reactions are slower than a senior disco.
This feeling made her feel even more suffocated than the steamed buns she ate on the day she came through time.
“Hey, Qiqi, don’t be discouraged. Good things like this can’t be achieved all at once.” Lu Qing comforted her and reached out to rub Shen Qiqi’s head.
Shen Qiqi puffed her cheeks and said angrily: "I just feel that such a good thing, why don't they know how to appreciate it? This is a treasure left by our ancestors!"
Looking at her cute appearance, Lu Qing couldn't help but smile: "Take your time, there will always be a way."
After returning home, Shen Qiqi was still depressed and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
Suddenly, an idea came to her mind and she sat up abruptly.
"Got it!" she shouted excitedly, scaring Lu Qing.
Early the next morning, Shen Qiqi ran to the village square and set up a small table with several brand new village chronicles on it.
She even prepared a small blackboard and wrote a few large characters on it: "Village Chronicles Storytelling Session, Don't Miss It!"
At first, the villagers just watched from a distance and no one came forward.
Shen Qiqi was not in a hurry. She cleared her throat and began to vividly recount some interesting stories recorded in the village chronicles.
She talked about a particularly skilled hunter who had once single-handedly killed a wild boar in the village. She also described a severe drought that had struck the village, and how the villagers had united and helped each other to overcome the hardship.
Shen Qiqi spoke with great excitement and saliva flying everywhere. The villagers were gradually attracted and listened with great interest.
Some people even brought small stools and sat in the front to listen attentively.
"Qiqi, you tell the story very well! I didn't know there were so many interesting stories in our village." An old lady said with a smile.
"Yes, Qiqi, keep talking, we all love to listen!" Other villagers also echoed.
Seeing that the villagers finally showed interest in the village history, Shen Qiqi was overjoyed.
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if she had returned to that legendary era.
Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi silently beside him, his eyes full of gentle light, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.
He watched her recounting those old stories with great joy, the sunlight shining on her smooth forehead, giving the fine hairs a golden edge.
A warm atmosphere spread between the two of them, and the air seemed to be filled with a sweet scent.
Shen Qiqi felt Lu Qing's scorching gaze, and her heart felt as sweet as honey.
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