Hard work after winning the lottery

"They all expressed great interest and said they would send people over next week to conduct an on-site inspection!"

"At the same time, the village must immediately establish a dedicated study tour reception team!"

"Secretary Zhang is in overall charge, coordinating all parties."

"Tang Bohuashi is the person in charge of the journey route of a grain of rice."

"Uncle Huaman is the person in charge of the 'Sheep's Growth Story' route."

"The other able-bodied men in the village were divided into groups based on their expertise, such as course implementation, safety assurance, and material preparation..."

She meticulously and clearly assigned each item, line by line.

Everyone was assigned to the position they were best at.

When she finished speaking, the entire village committee was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

In the smoky air, an unprecedented surge of emotion welled up in everyone's hearts.

It's no longer just about "having something to look forward to".

Rather, it is a sense of mission...of about to participate in a great cause.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out.

It was Party Secretary Zhang. He slapped his thigh excitedly and stood up abruptly.

His deeply lined face flushed red with excitement, and his cloudy eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

"good!"

He roared, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"Let's do it!"

"Hua Yun, just go for it!"

"Tell me what people or things you need, and I'll sell everything I own to get them for you!"

He looked around and raised his voice even higher.

"Did you all hear that? From today onwards, the autumn study tour is the most important event in our Baixi Village!"

"Our Baixi Village aims to provide tourists with more than just delicious food and fun activities!"

"We also want the children in the city to learn real skills and understand true principles here!"

"I heard you!"

His response was a deafening roar of shouts from the men in the room.

At that moment, the autumn sun shone brightly outside the window, its golden rays penetrating the old glass and bathing the group of simple farmers.

Their faces, reflecting the future planned in their notebooks, shone with a light more intense than the sun.

The passionate shouts still lingered on the old beams of the village committee building.

Secretary Zhang's words, "This is the most important matter," were like a fire that instantly ignited the autumn day in Baixi Village.

Even after the meeting ended, the crowd did not disperse.

The villagers gathered in small groups around Hua Yun, their faces showing barely suppressed excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"Yun girl, give your uncle a heads-up, I... I really can do it?"

"Yes, Huayun, we're experts at dealing with crops, but what about those city kids..."

Their dark faces were etched with longing for the future and doubts about their own abilities.

Hua Yun's gaze swept over them one by one, her eyes gentle yet firm, like the warmest autumn sunshine, capable of smoothing the wrinkles in people's hearts.

"Uncles, we all have the skills, what we lack is how to turn those skills into stories that children love to hear and can understand."

She cleared her throat; her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll have centralized training at the threshing ground at the village entrance!"

The next day, the autumn air was crisp and clear.

Golden corn cobs were piled up like small mountains under the eaves, filling the air above the threshing ground, making it the most natural open-air classroom in Baixi Village.

All the "study tour guides" who were called upon arrived early, sitting upright and looking even more nervous than when they sent their children to school.

Hua Yun stood in front of them, not holding the thick plan, but only a small blackboard.

"Dear uncles and aunts, today we won't talk about grand principles, we'll just do an exercise."

Her gaze fell on Uncle Hua Man, who was in charge of "Sheep's Growth Diary".

"Uncle Man, please go first. Just imagine that the people sitting below are not us, but a group of seven or eight-year-old elementary school students who just came from the city. Please take ten minutes to introduce our Xishan goat to them."

Uncle Hua was completely dumbfounded.

He gripped the pipe in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and although his lips moved a few times, he couldn't utter a single word.

It was only after Uncle Huashitang pushed him from the side that he suddenly stood up, his old face turning bright red.

"Um... hello kids... I'm..."

He stammered as he began, his eyes darting around nervously.

Hua Yun smiled and encouraged him, "Uncle Man, don't be nervous, just chat like you normally would with someone."

Uncle Hua took a deep breath, seemed to have found his rhythm, and immediately started talking.

"Our Siberian goat, scientifically known as the Nubian goat, is an introduced superior breed, improved through crossbreeding with local goats. Its advantages include high milk production, good milk quality, less goaty smell, and a high reproductive rate, capable of producing two litters a year..."

He spoke more and more fluently, and his talk was full of practical information, from the breeding cycle of sheep to feed formulation, from the types of vaccines to the weight standards for lambs of different ages.

This is the culmination of his life's work and his pride.

But he didn't notice that the villagers playing the roles of primary school students below had begun to lose focus and whisper among themselves.

Hua Yun listened quietly without interrupting him, until he stopped talking when his mouth was dry and he seemed to want to finish.

She smiled and asked, "Uncle Man, guess how long you were talking?"

Uncle Hua Man paused for a moment, "...Ten minutes?"

Hua Yun picked up her phone and turned the screen towards him.

"Twenty-seven minutes."

She then asked the audience, "Uncles and elders, did you all understand?"

An awkward silence ensued.

"I understood it..." a younger villager said, scratching his head, "but... but I think if I were a child, I definitely wouldn't be able to sit still."

Uncle Hua Man's face fell immediately, his lips trembled, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

"I...I'm only saying the truth..."

"Uncle Man, what you're saying is invaluable; it's the most precious experience of our Baixi Village," Hua Yun immediately stepped forward, her tone sincere.

"But our audience is children, and their attention span is only fifteen minutes at most, and even the prime time is only ten minutes."

"In these ten minutes, we don't need to impart knowledge; we just need to ignite their curiosity."

She picked up the chalk and wrote two big words on the blackboard: Interesting.

"For example, instead of talking about reproduction rates, you can ask them, 'How many babies do you think a mother sheep can have at one time? Is it the same as for us humans?'"

"You don't need to talk about feed ratios. You can grab a handful of different kinds of hay and let them touch and smell it, and guess which one the lambs like to eat the most."

"You can even imitate the sound of a sheep, or tell an embarrassing story about sheep from your childhood."

"What we need to do is not to teach, but to share and play with them."

Hua Yun's words were like a key, instantly unlocking the rusty lock in Uncle Hua Man's heart.

His cloudy eyes regained their light.