village assistant

Chapter 151: Will history go or stay (1)

Su Xiaoye raised his head when he heard the sound: "What?"

"Xiaoye, you're right. We've been here so many times, and this time we gained the most. No one stopped you midway to ask questions or chase you away. It's really great."

"Really? You're welcome, it's just a little effort."

"I have found what I want today. When I go back, I will think about the effect I want to present, and then I can start working on the work." Wei Yiran said, "When it is completed, it will be officially launched. You are welcome to visit."

"I will."

Su Xiaoye said this just out of politeness.

It was getting late, so the three of them walked back along the road to get the wash basin.

When he arrived at the place, Ning Yubo shouted "Oh!" and his eyes widened!
Several children were setting off firecrackers in the field. For some reason, they chose Ning Yubo's wash basin as a target. They threw the lit firecrackers in one by one. Some hit and some missed. The crackling firecrackers were heard in the ruins.

Ning Yubo twisted his butt and ran over, spreading his arms and waving to drive away the children: "Go away, go away!"

The children dispersed in a hurry. Ning Yubo hugged the wash basin and wished he could bury his head in it.

Wei Yiran and Su Xiaoye ran over one after another: "How's the thing?"

Ning Yubo raised his head and said with a crying voice, "It's ruined!"

Su Xiaoye saw that the wall of the ceramic wash basin was blackened by firecrackers, but fortunately it was not damaged.She was about to comfort Ning Yubo when he suddenly wiped his eyes, stood up and said angrily: "A group of unreasonable barbarians!"

"What did you say?" Xiaoye frowned.

"I said, you are really a bunch of barbarians! Do you even know what culture is?! Don't give up on good things!" The other party roared in her face, "Barbaric! Ignorant! There is no way to save it!"

Wei Yiran's winks were useless.

Su Xiaoye didn't get angry, and was even a little funny. She had long seen that Ning Yubo was very disdainful of them.

When Ning Yubo was done venting, she said calmly: "I admit that the people here are not very well-educated. So we need to tear down the old ones and replace them with new ones to make life better and better for the children." We will have the opportunity to go to a good university in the future. Any questions?"

Her words seemed to confirm Ning Yubo's conjecture. He sneered: "How good these old things are. It's just lack of culture that prevents these good things from being retained!"

"Really? Old things are very good?" Su Xiaoye said, "Then are you willing to live in these houses for ten or eight years? There is no running water, no electricity, and you have to cross half the yard to go to the bathroom in the winter? Occasionally, do you want to live in these houses? Did a snake, insect, rat or ant crawl to the rafters and fall next to your pillow?"

"Is there a problem? Wouldn't it be nice to preserve the original things?"

"And then let you literary youths take some photos to satisfy your desire to show off?" Xiaoye Kasaka smiled, "Yes. These red bricks and scrap metal can be turned into photos and made into works of art. How exciting! But let you try living in it? Sorry, our villagers used the demolition money after the demolition to move to a well-managed community with property management and piped gas. They no longer have to worry about typhoons. Water, electricity, or even house collapse, we are such vulgar people. What are you talking about?"

Ning Yubo's face turned purple with anger, and he shook his face: "It's unreasonable."

"Goodbye, I won't send you off!" Su Xiaoye said coldly with a pretty face.

Wei Yiran was caught in the middle and was so worried that he was sweating profusely. He caught up with Ning Yubo who had walked more than ten meters away and pulled him: "Apo, don't be impulsive. Your work is not finished yet. We don't have much time left." !”

Ning Yubo was stunned for a moment, and his expression gradually became awkward.

Su Xiaoye said calmly: "Come with me."

She brought the two future artists into the office and turned on the computer.

Clicking on the photo folder, the two future artists were stunned.

Classified by year and month, starting from last year’s survey, every month, every stage, every farmer and demolition household has been clearly recorded...

There are the original village appearance, lanes and streets, the changes made during the demolition process, recent photos of the villagers' lives, and a group photo taken at the entrance of the original ancestral hall and primary school.

History is preserved in Su Xiaoye’s hard drive.

Wei Yiran hugged the computer and was so excited that he almost cried, "Su Xiaoye, please do me a favor, you must copy these photos to me!"

"It's not a big problem."

When Wei Yiran heard it, he turned his face and said to Ning Yubo: "Our work can show more than expected effect!"

His pitch was unusually high.

Su Xiaoye glanced at Ning Yubo, who looked like a clay and wood sculpture, and said lightly: "Your ideas are not unique in the world. There are many people who think like this. Before you understand something, it's best not to be presumptuous about others. Let’s discuss.”

Ning Yubo's face turned red and then turned white, feeling extremely ashamed.

Su Xiaoye stopped talking.

She has long since learned to keep a thin line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future.

"I apologize on his behalf." Wei Yiran said sincerely, "And I will insist on inviting you to see my exhibition."

"I promised you just now, and I promise you again now."

"Xiaoye, you are an interesting girl."

Everyone likes to be praised, Xiaoye smiled sweetly.

Wei Yiran took Ning Yubo away, and finally they took away the wash basin that was blackened by firecrackers.

Su Xiaoye was so tired that she was about to collapse, she didn't eat dinner, and fell asleep after taking a quick shower when she got home.

The year in the township is very long. After the tenth day of the new year, the number of talents on the streets of Fuzhen gradually decreases.People went back to provincial capitals and even further cities to make a living.

After the Lantern Festival, workers returned one after another, and the demolition project returned to normal.

After the Spring Festival, the rain gradually increased. The rolling rollers and the continuous spring rain made everything moldy and sticky, which was very annoying.Even so, Su Xiaoye stepped up her efforts to torment those high school students.

She said: "The standard for setting the difficulty of the college entrance examination paper is moderate. For example, if the difficulty of the test paper is 0.5, then it cannot be lower than 0.3 or higher than 0.7. Get a stable score and strive to get the selection score. Come down and you can beat 90% of the people."

"It's easy to talk about it. We have done enough questions now, and we have reached the bottleneck period." It was Wang Chenggang who spoke again.

"Wang Chenggang, don't think that I don't know. You just scored 145 points on the math simulation test. It's higher than your senior sister Xiao Taohong's score. Your bottleneck is not someone else's bottleneck. We'll discuss it separately." Xiaoye said, "You The reason why you didn't go to Duanxi Middle School in high school was because Ning County No. 10 Middle School waived your tuition and gave you a bonus of [-]."

In the end, it was still a child without a city mansion, who stopped Wang Chenggang with a few words.

(End of this chapter)