Shen Qiqi pushed open the door of the abandoned house, and a long-sealed musty smell hit her face.
The roof was leaking in some places, and sunlight shone through the gaps, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
"Isn't this place... a little too shabby?" Lu Qing covered his nose and frowned slightly.
Shen Qiqi didn't care at all. She rolled up her sleeves, her eyes gleaming with excitement: "Broken? This is called retro! Do you understand? This is called atmosphere!"
They acted immediately and plunged into the vigorous transformation campaign.
Shen Qiqi directed and Lu Qing worked hard, sweeping the floor and wiping the windows. After a long day of hard work, they finally managed to tidy up the dilapidated house.
A worn wooden table was wiped clean, several benches were neatly arranged, and some red paper was pasted on the wall, giving it an instant "classroom" feel.
On the first day of class, Shen Qiqi and folk artist Zhang arrived at the "classroom" early, waiting for the arrival of new students with great anticipation.
However, as time passed, there were only a few people in the classroom.
Where is the promised packed classroom?
Where is the passion for inheritance?
Shen Qiqi's smile gradually stiffened.
We were supposed to be in a folk arts class, but why does it feel like I'm in a horror movie set?
The gloomy classroom and the few students in it make people feel cold.
"I'll go see what's going on." Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and walked out of the classroom.
She went door to door asking the young people who had previously agreed to come to study, but the answers she received were varied.
"My mother said that studying this would be useless, so she asked me to go to the brick factory to move bricks." A young man scratched his head, looking helpless.
"My dad said that Wang Ergou from the next village became a loafer after learning this, so he doesn't allow me to learn it." Another young man echoed.
"I...I think it's too difficult. I'm afraid I can't learn it." A girl said in a low voice.
A helpless atmosphere spread in the air, like a huge net, tightly surrounding Shen Qiqi.
Is her "folk culture revival plan" going to die in the womb?
No!
She, Shen Qiqi, is not someone who gives up easily!
"Don't worry, I'll go talk to your parents." Shen Qiqi didn't believe that this folk culture could not be passed on!
As the sun set, Shen Qiqi knocked on a door.
"Who is it?" A rough voice came from inside the house.
"It's me, Shen Qiqi."
Shen Qiqi took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and began her journey of "debating with the scholars".
Wow, this scene is even more lively than the bargaining between the aunties in the vegetable market.
Some parents think that learning folk skills has no future and is not as practical as moving bricks; some worry that their children will become "second-rate" and firmly oppose it; others simply think it is difficult and are afraid that their children will not be able to learn and will waste their time.
Shen Qiqi was also unambiguous. She used the same enthusiasm as when she was preparing for the college entrance examination, and persuaded some parents with both reason and emotion, and finally persuaded them with both coaxing and deception.
But some parents are like stones in a toilet pit - smelly and hard, and they won't tolerate any changes. Shen Qiqi was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead, and she felt more tired than running 800 meters.
As the sky gradually darkened, Shen Qiqi returned to the "classroom" dejectedly.
Seeing this, Lu Qing quickly handed over a glass of water and comforted her, "Don't be discouraged, take your time." Shen Qiqi took the water, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and sighed, "Oh, how come inheriting folk culture is harder than climbing to the sky!"
Lu Qing's eyes rolled as he came up with a plan: "Qiqi, what do you think about this? Let the young people who learn folk arts help other families during the busy farming season. This way, we can not only solve their concerns, but also give them the opportunity to learn."
When Shen Qiqi heard this, her eyes lit up: "Brilliant! This trick of 'saving the country by a roundabout way' is absolutely amazing!"
So, the two of them acted separately and told the parents in the village about this proposal.
Unexpectedly, this proposal was recognized by many parents, and they all expressed their willingness to let their children try it.
The next day, when Shen Qiqi and folk artist Zhang came to the "classroom" again, they were surprised to find that the classroom was full of people!
The young people who were hesitant before are now looking forward to learning with great interest.
Looking at the faces full of curiosity, Shen Qiqi's heart was filled with hope.
It seems that this "Folk Culture Revival Plan" is really promising!
At this time, Lu Qing came over, looked at the busy Shen Qiqi, and said softly: "Qiqi..."
Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi who was busy in the crowd, and a feeling of admiration arose in his heart. This little girl is good at everything she does. She is simply a treasure girl!
The tenderness in his eyes was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, rippling with love.
Shen Qiqi felt the scorching gaze, looked up, and happened to meet his deep eyes. Her heart suddenly felt as if it was illuminated by the warm sun, soft and warm.
"Everyone, everyone!" Shen Qiqi clapped her hands, her clear voice instantly attracting everyone's attention. "To make learning more enjoyable and efficient, let's divide it into groups! Those who like paper cutting, stand on the left; those who want to learn clay sculpture, stand on the right; those interested in weaving, gather in the middle! Everyone, come according to your own preferences, don't force yourself!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom exploded.
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of curiosity.
In traditional teaching, students learn what the teacher teaches. How can there be such a thing as allowing students to choose for themselves?
Folk artist Zhang was stunned when he heard this. He had been teaching folk skills for decades, but had never seen such an operation. He suddenly felt like an antique.
"Can I really choose by myself?" a young man asked excitedly, scratching his head.
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