Chapter 956 Prosperity Garden
In order to make the competition more interesting, everyone decided to set up different awards, including speed award, creativity award, teamwork award, etc.
On the day of the competition, the village was in a frenzy. Tourists from all over the country were attracted by the lively competition and came to watch. The track was laid along the main road and field paths of the village, with colorful flags on both sides. The contestants were dressed in neat sportswear and stood in front of the starting line in high spirits. With a whistle, the competition officially began.
Young people rushed out like arrows from a bow, pedaling their bicycles vigorously, chasing each other and refusing to give in. Children rode small bicycles, shuttling in the team. Although they were not as fast as adults, the happiness and confidence on their faces infected everyone. Some elderly people rode old-fashioned 28 bicycles, following behind at a leisurely pace. While riding, they chatted with people around them and enjoyed the process of the competition.
Many interesting things happened during the competition. In order to win the teamwork award, a group of young people came up with a unique idea. They tied several bicycles together with ropes to form a "bicycle formation" and moved forward together. Although the speed was not fast, their neat pace and tacit cooperation won applause from the audience.
Another child decorated his bicycle with many colorful balloons and ribbons to make it more eye-catching. He rode this "fancy" bicycle happily on the track, becoming a beautiful scenery in the competition and finally won the creativity award.
Halfway through the race, it suddenly started to drizzle. But this did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm, as the competitors continued to ride hard in the rain, and the audience held up umbrellas to cheer them on. The rain soaked the competitors' clothes, but their eyes revealed determination and perseverance.
After fierce competition, the competition finally came to an end. The young people who won the speed award excitedly raised the trophy with proud smiles on their faces; the group that won the teamwork award hugged each other tightly to celebrate their victory; the children who won the creativity award held the trophy and happily showed it to the people around them.
This bicycle race not only enriched the lives of the villagers, but also added a new highlight to the village's tourism. Tourists said that they felt the vitality of the village and the spirit of unity of the villagers in this race. After the race, everyone sat together and shared the interesting stories and feelings in the race.
During this process, a young painter in the village was deeply moved. He used his brush to depict the wonderful moments of the competition one by one. He painted the figures of the athletes riding hard, the innocent smiles of the children, the enthusiastic expressions of the audience, the colorful flags fluttering in the rain and the fields full of vitality. These paintings not only recorded the competition, but also became precious memories of the village's development process.
As time goes by, the village continues to grow and develop. New tourism projects have sprung up, the business of farmhouses is getting more and more prosperous, and the sales of agricultural products are also growing. The living standards of the villagers are improving day by day, but everyone has not forgotten the hardships of the past and the days of struggle together.
The elders in the village often tell the children stories from the past, so that they can understand the history of the village and the fighting spirit of their ancestors. The children thrive in such an atmosphere, they are full of love and responsibility for the village, and are determined to contribute their own strength to the development of the village.
The old man still walks in the village every day, watching the changes in the village with great satisfaction. He knows that no matter what difficulties will be encountered in the future, the villagers will unite as one and move forward courageously, just like in the bicycle race. Because this land carries their dreams and hopes, and also inherits their spirit and culture.
On a sunny day, the village welcomed a group of special guests. They were a group of entrepreneurs from the city who were attracted by the development story and unique charm of the village and wanted to invest here to jointly build a better village. Qi Tongwei, on behalf of the villagers, had in-depth exchanges and negotiations with them, and the two sides reached many cooperation intentions.
With the gradual advancement of these cooperation projects, the future of the village has become brighter. Modern agricultural facilities, complete tourism facilities, and rich cultural activities will inject new vitality into the development of the village. In the process, the villagers will also continuously improve their quality and ability to meet new challenges and opportunities.
At night, a grand celebration was held in the village again. The bonfire was lit again, and the villagers and tourists sat together, singing and dancing.
Holding colorful fireworks sticks, they drew brilliant lights and shadows. The adults had happy smiles on their faces, sharing with each other the future plans of the village and their visions of a better life.
Just as everyone was immersed in joy, a mysterious chant suddenly came from the crowd. The voice was low and unique, as if it came from a distant time and space. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man in the village who was usually taciturn slowly standing up. There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, and he was chanting: "The filthy land one, two, three, four, five, the mysterious power will be revived, six, seven, eight, nine, and zero are hidden, and the unknown door will be opened." The old man's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the square. The originally lively crowd suddenly quieted down. Everyone was attracted by this sudden change, and their hearts were full of curiosity and doubts.
"Old Wu, what are you singing?" Qi Tongwei walked up and asked with concern. Old Wu did not answer immediately, but continued to chant the mysterious spell, his hands still making strange gestures in the air. As he moved, the flames of the bonfire suddenly jumped higher, the flames twisted and changed, and faintly formed a huge, blurry figure.
"Look, what is that!" a child pointed at the figure in the flames and shouted in horror. Everyone looked closely and the figure gradually became clear. It turned out to be a warrior wearing ancient armor, majestic and exuding a mysterious aura. Just as everyone was amazed, the warrior slowly spoke: "I am the spirit that protects this land. Today I have awakened because of your celebration and hope." His voice was like a loud bell, shaking people's hearts.
"Guardian spirit? What's going on?" a tourist couldn't help asking. Old Wu finally stopped chanting and said slowly, "This land hides many secrets. Our ancestors once made a contract with a mysterious force to protect the peace and prosperity here.