Chapter 45 is about the countless individuals who bravely forged ahead.
Yin Xiaoyin hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.
She certainly welcomes it.
Without hesitation, he replied, "Of course! It would be my great pleasure to inspire more people to learn."
The village chiefs were overjoyed: "Xiaoyin, we'll take care of things in the village during the day, and then we'll come to learn from you tonight."
After they left, Yin Xiaoyin looked at the village chief of Hongye Village: "Village chief, you?"
The village chief smacked his lips, took a puff, and then said, "I do have selfish motives. You taught me that if I hid it away and didn't tell anyone, it would definitely be a family heirloom. But I can't be so selfish, and I can't bring myself to do it. It's like having food while other villages are struggling. Year after year, if it weren't for mutual help, who could survive?"
Yin Xiaoyin gave a thumbs up.
"Village chief, I admire you."
Everyone loves treasures, but very few people can refrain from hoarding their valuables.
The village chief sighed, "What's there to admire about me? These are just ordinary thoughts of an ordinary person. As long as you don't blame me for causing you trouble..."
Yin Xiaoyin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This is no trouble at all, it's a pleasant surprise. Besides, you didn't rashly agree for me, but gave me the choice, which is something I was willing to do."
The village chief then asked, "Xiaoyin, I don't remember exactly what you told me yesterday, but I do know that the soil conditions are not good now and it may not be suitable for planting. You know so much, do you have any ideas?"
Yin Xiaoyin raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of smugness in her expression.
The village chief stood up, and Yin Xiaoyin hurriedly stood up as well, but the village chief helped her sit down and then bowed solemnly to her: "Xiaoyin, thank you."
Simple yet profound.
Yin Xiaoyin was momentarily at a loss. For some reason, her eye sockets seemed shallow, and glistening tears seemed to be unconsciously overflowing within them.
"I, I actually, I..."
Yin Xiaoyin wanted to say something, but finally pursed her lips and said, "Village Chief, I will do everything in my power. Everything will be alright for us."
The village chief looked at Yin Xiaoyin with trust: "Xiaoyin, I believe in you. With someone as talented as you, how can there be no hope for the future?"
Under the village chief's wistful gaze, Yin Xiaoyin suddenly thought of Xu Qingyan.
In a foreign land, he persevered in his faith, building hope as he walked alone.
Countless others are silently forging ahead with their own backbone.
"village head……"
She raised her voice slightly and said with great seriousness, "You are right. There will definitely be hope for the future, but not because of me alone. It is because of countless of us working together to move forward."
The girl was all smiles, and the village chief couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Yes, yes..."
Yin Xiaoyin clapped her hands and said, "Village Chief, I'll have Uncle Wu take me to the city. You should also get ready to come to the literacy class tonight."
Seeing her hurrying away, the village chief grabbed the girl and said, "Don't rush, ride my bike. His donkey is working in the county town now, have you forgotten?"
Yin Xiaoyin slapped her head with a cry of pain. She had been thinking about too many random things these past few days and had almost forgotten that Afu was now a "temporary worker".
"But this car..."
Yin Xiaoyin was in a dilemma. This car was important to the village chief and no one was allowed to touch it. A gentleman would not take what belongs to others.
The village chief, being a shrewd man, naturally guessed Yin Xiaoyin's thoughts, his eyes widening: "Xiaoyin, what you taught me is more valuable than this car."
Yin Xiaoyin thought for a moment, then said, "Village Chief, how about this? I'll need a car sometime in the future, and I'm not short of money. Could you take me on a trip and we'll see if we can buy one?"
The girl mentioned buying a car as easily as buying a piece of fabric.
The village chief was dumbfounded. Well, he had been secretly struggling with this decision for a long time before finally making up his mind, but the other person had directly addressed the root of the problem.
The village chief took Yin Xiaoyin on a bicycle to Qingcheng County.
People on the street looked at the bicycle with envy.
A bicycle, a Dacron skirt—that's something to be envied.
Yin Xiaoyin, however, did not like Dacron fabric. She always felt that it was not breathable and preferred special wool-cotton fabric.
Most people wear cotton fabric these days. Yin Xiaoyin's clothes look the same material as everyone else's, but you can tell the difference when you look closely. Not to mention the exquisite details, just in terms of their brand newness and style, they are incomparable to others.
Most people's clothes these days have been washed countless times and passed through countless siblings; the clothes they receive with the fewest patches are considered new.
Otherwise, Yin Wenying wouldn't have nearly lost her temper just because a piece of clothing got splashed with water.
Yin Xiaoyin wore a half-bun hairstyle with a unique hair clip on top. Her appearance was as cunning and charming as a cat's, looking youthful and beautiful.
However, while others were observing Yin Xiaoyin, Yin Xiaoyin was also observing them.
It's roughly like this: I'm admiring the scenery from the bridge, while someone else is admiring me from a building.
The people in the county town are much the same as those in the village; as they walk by, they all unconsciously rub their stomachs and bend their bodies slightly, as if to suppress the discomfort caused by hunger.
The grain coupons clutched in their hands were more precious than their lives.
Where should we go first?
The village chief asked.
Yin Xiaoyin snapped out of her daze, pointed in the direction of the grain station, and said, "Let's go to the grain station first. We need someone to help us buy bicycles. These things are not easy to buy; there are many ways to get them."
The village chief exclaimed in approval, praising Yin Xiaoyin for her insightful ideas, as he himself was unfamiliar with the industry.
If it weren't for his son, he wouldn't even know how to buy this car.
Yin Xiaoyin joked with a smile, "Village Chief, there aren't many cars now, that's why it's hard to buy one. Once there are more, your car won't be such a treasure anymore..."
The village chief pedaled harder: "That's great! I hope that in the future, this road will be full of people riding bicycles."
Yin Xiaoyin covered her mouth and chuckled. In the future, there will be personal transportation for flying things, and each with its own flight path. If the village saw such a scene, they would be so shocked that their teeth would fall out.
At the grain station, the village chief brought Yin Xiaoyin from afar, and before they even stopped, Xiao Zhao came to greet them.
"The person at the door said, 'Xiaoyin, you're here,' so I quickly came out. Come on, let's go in."
The village chief pushed the cart, and the group entered the grain station.
Yin Xiaoyin glanced at the village chief: "Are you still afraid to go in now?"
The village chief, recalling how he had been too afraid to speak that day, couldn't help but chuckle. He waved his hand dismissively, "What am I afraid of? With you here, they'd be worried I'd talk badly about them behind their backs..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao cooperated fully, cupping his hands in a respectful bow and saying, "Village Chief, we would be very sorry to trouble you with your kind words. We can't afford to upset Xiao Yin; this is a very important task."
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