As he spoke, Su Huaiyue picked up a freshly written notice with vivid and infectious words on it.
It depicts the rich and diverse variety of vegetables in the picking garden, the beautiful and pleasant environment that seems like a paradise, and the interesting and unforgettable picking experience.
It is also accompanied by a simple map hand-drawn by the villagers, which makes it easy to understand and arouse yearning.
A young man took the notice, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Miss Su, this notice is so attractive. It makes me want to go pick it."
Su Huaiyue smiled and encouraged, "That's right. When you go out to post it, you must introduce it to everyone enthusiastically and make sure more people know that there is such a great place in our Wangjia Village. If you have any questions, feel free to come back and find me."
The young man patted his chest and assured, "Miss Su, don't worry, we will live up to our mission and get this done properly."
With Su Huaiyue's careful preparation, everything is ready for the picking garden, just waiting to open to welcome visitors and usher in its glorious moment.
The next morning.
In the distance, clouds of dust were rising on the road, and a group of tourists dressed in bright clothes and laughing happily were striding towards the picking garden.
Most of them are wealthy children and literati from surrounding towns. They usually live in prosperous cities for a long time. When they heard that there was such a novel and interesting place in Wangjia Village, they brought their families and friends to come and find out what it was like.
"Wow, this place is simply a paradise on earth!" A young and beautiful lady was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery before her as soon as she stepped into the picking garden. She couldn't help but blurt out and uttered bursts of exclamations.
The garden was full of lush greenery, and the colorful vegetables were shining with an attractive luster under the sunlight. The breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled.
Tourists couldn't wait to flock to various areas and start their happy picking journey.
The children were running happily like ponies running free from their reins. They skillfully picked the crystal clear strawberries with their little hands, put them in their mouths, and ate them until the juice overflowed. Their faces were full of satisfied smiles, and from time to time they excitedly showed off their "trophies" to their companions.
The adults were carefully selecting their favorite vegetables, and while picking, they asked the villagers around them for advice on planting.
The laughter and joy between them echoed throughout the garden, creating an unusual harmony.
In the rest pavilion, several white-haired old men sat leisurely, sipping the coarse tea made by the villagers and talking about the comfort of rural life. Their eyes were full of nostalgia for the past years and intoxication with the current beauty.
The picnic area is even more lively. Families sit together, making delicious dishes with freshly picked vegetables. Smoke rises from the kitchen, and the aroma of the food blends with the fresh breath of the countryside, forming a beautiful picture full of the flavor of life.
Watching the tourists enjoying the fun of picking, the villagers of Wangjia Village felt full of a sense of accomplishment.
An aunt's eyes were moist with tears of excitement. She held Su Huaiyue's hand tightly and said with a trembling voice, "Miss Su, thanks to you! We never dreamed that Wangjia Village would be what it is today. We all thought...we thought we couldn't survive the famine. Fortunately, you led us together and turned this poor and dilapidated place into such a golden nugget."
Su Huaiyue recalled the dilapidated scene of Wangjia Village when she first came here, and her eyes became slightly red. She gently patted her aunt's hand and said affectionately: "Aunt, this is all thanks to everyone's cooperation. In the future, Wangjia Village will only get better and better!"
The laughter and joy in the picking garden continued until sunset, and the tourists left reluctantly. Before leaving, they all said that they would come often in the future and recommend this wonderful place to more friends.
Looking at the tourists' backs as they walked away, Su Huaiyue and Wei Che smiled at each other.
They knew that Wangjia Village had taken another solid step towards prosperity.
The night sky is like a boundless black brocade of excellent texture, slowly and silently stretching out from the end of the sky.
It is like a kind and benevolent giant, gently and delicately wrapping this quaint and quiet little village that seems hidden from the world.
The shouts from the market during the day and the busy figures in the fields were all quietly hidden by the night, as if they were swallowed up in an instant by an invisible giant hand.
The open and flat land in the center of the village is usually where villagers gather to discuss matters, relax and have a rest.
At this moment, several old and simple lanterns were hanging high in the air. The thin layer of dust on the lampshades trembled slightly under the gentle breeze.
The light emitted by the lamp is dim and hazy, but it is like a spark of hope that flickers tenaciously, trying its best to dispel the surrounding darkness, and create a small warm and peaceful place for the villagers, reflecting their faces that are weathered by time but still simple and innocent.
At this moment, men, women, old and young sat in a close circle, and children were laughing and playing nearby. Their innocent laughter added a bit of liveliness to the night.
From time to time, they would come up to the adults, their eyes full of curiosity, and their little ears perked up, listening attentively to the adults' lively conversation.
Everyone's face was filled with the joy and happiness after the harvest. It was the satisfaction after countless days and nights of hard work and finally the fruitful results. It was like the heavy, golden ears of wheat in the fields, which bent the backbone of life with their weight, but also filled the happy valley in the heart.
Everyone was talking at once, and the lively discussion was like a surging wave, one after another, never stopping. Everyone was concentrating on calculating the huge income from today's market and orchard.
The village chief's rough and cracked fingers picked up the pipe that had accompanied him for half his life with great familiarity. The pipe seemed to know his thoughts and nestled quietly in his hands.
He slowly filled his pipe with his own freshly dried tobacco leaves, then took a deep breath with a click of his tongue. The pungent smoke rose up like a nimble and winding dragon, stretching freely in the night.
The wrinkles on his face seemed to be completely stretched out by this smile, and gratitude for his current stable life quietly flowed in every wrinkle. He spoke happily.
"Today's business is truly outstanding, all thanks to Miss Su's brilliant idea! If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have come up with the idea of a farmers' market or picking, things we'd never even heard of. Now, customers are flocking to us like bees to flowers."
"That's right. We must never forget our gratitude and must repay others well." After hearing the words of the village chief, a slightly older man nodded slightly. The neat square scarf on his head swayed gently with his movements, and his eyes were full of sincere gratitude and heartfelt approval.
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