Siheyuan: I am protecting Shazhu, who dares to object?

Early the next morning, Wang Dashan was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and quickly sat up from the bed when he thought about the many things he had to deal with today regarding the development of Cui Valley Village.

Xiulan was already busy in the kitchen, smoke rising from the chimney and drifting in the morning air.

"Dashan, get up and have breakfast. We will be busy soon."

While adding firewood into the pot, Xiulan turned and said to Wang Dashan.

Wang Dashan responded, washed up simply, and came to the dining table.

There were some steaming sweet potatoes and a bowl of corn porridge on the table. Although simple, it was full of the taste of home.

Wang Dashan picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in big gulps, but his mind was thinking about the various suggestions put forward by the tourists yesterday and the village’s next development plan.

"Xiu Lan, how can we attract more young people to our village's weaving culture? Nowadays, fewer and fewer young people in the village are willing to learn weaving skills."

Wang Dashan put down the bowl and said to Xiulan with a worried look on his face.

Xiulan stopped what she was doing, thought for a while and said, "I think we still need to let young people see that this craft can bring real benefits. In the past, we relied on farming and weaving to barely make a living. Now that we are doing tourism, if we can make the weaving products sell for a better price, maybe young people will be willing to learn it."

Wang Dashan nodded, thinking that what Xiulan said made sense.

After breakfast, he went to the weaving factory in the village.

In the weaving factory, workers have already started their day's work, and the bamboo strips make crisp clash sounds in their hands.

Wang Dashan found Lao Zhang and discussed with him how to attract young people to learn weaving skills.

"Uncle Zhang, you see, young people in the village are not very interested in weaving. This is not acceptable. Our weaving culture has been passed down for generations, and we can't let it be lost in our generation."

Wang Dashan said with a frown.

Lao Zhang sighed and said, "Yes, Secretary Wang. Young people nowadays all want to go out and make a living, and think that doing this is a dead end. We have advised them many times, but it's no use."

As the two were talking, Xiao Li walked in.

Xiao Li heard their conversation and came over: "Secretary Wang, I have an idea. Can we organize a weaving training class specifically for young people in the village? Not only teach them weaving skills, but also teach them how to sell their weaving products, so that they can see the prospects of this industry."

Wang Dashan's eyes lit up and he thought this was a good idea: "Xiao Li, this is a good idea! We can invite the best craftsman in the village to teach us, and then find some people who understand the market to teach them sales knowledge."

Wang Dashan immediately called together the village cadres to discuss the specific matters of the weaving training class.

After some discussion, they decided to post a notice in the village first to encourage young people to sign up.

In order to increase everyone's enthusiasm, it was decided to give some subsidies to young people participating in the training courses.

After the announcement, there were mixed reactions from young people in the village.

Some young people think this is an opportunity and are willing to give it a try; but some young people are skeptical and think that weaving has no future.

Wang Dashan saw it and was worried.

He decided to do the ideological work for those young people himself.

He first came to the home of Zhao Qiang, a young man in the village.

Zhao Qiang was sitting in the yard, smoking out of boredom.

"Qiangzi, I'm at home."

Wang Dashan walked into the yard with a smile and greeted Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang raised his head and saw that it was Wang Dashan. He quickly stood up and said, "Secretary Wang, why are you here? Come and sit down."

After Wang Dashan sat down, he got straight to the point and said, "Qiangzi, I heard that you are not very interested in participating in the weaving training class. Can you tell me why?"

Zhao Qiang scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Secretary Wang, it's not that I don't want to learn, I just think that knitting is tiring and doesn't make money, it's better to go out and work."

Wang Dashan said patiently: "Qiangzi, your idea is wrong. Now our village is developing rural tourism, and the demand for woven products is increasing, and the price is much higher than before. As long as you learn the skills well and learn how to sell them, you will definitely make a lot of money in the future. Besides, our weaving skills are passed down by our ancestors, we can't lose them."

After listening to Wang Dashan's words, Zhao Qiang fell into deep thought.

Wang Dashan continued, "Qiangzi, think about it. If you learn this skill, you can not only earn money at home, but also take care of your parents. Moreover, when tourism in our village develops, it may attract more people to our village, and then you will have more opportunities."

Zhao Qiang hesitated for a moment and said, "Secretary Wang, I understand what you said, but I'm still a little worried. What if it's useless after I learn it?"

Wang Dashan patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder and said, "Qiangzi, don't worry. As long as you are willing to learn, our village will definitely support you with all its strength. If it really doesn't work after learning, it won't be too late for you to go out and work."

After Wang Dashan's persuasion, Zhao Qiang finally relented: "Okay, Secretary Wang, since you said so, I will sign up."

Wang Dashan said happily: "That's right! Qiangzi, I believe you can learn it well."

After leaving Zhao Qiang’s house, Wang Dashan went to the homes of several young people one after another.

After his efforts, many young people finally agreed to sign up for weaving training classes.

The weaving training class started as scheduled. The old weaving masters in the village taught their skills and the young people also learned very seriously.

Wang Dashan visits the training class every day to check on everyone’s learning progress.

However, just as the training course was going smoothly, a new problem arose.

The village's supplier of weaving materials suddenly raised its prices, which greatly increased the weaving factory's costs.

If materials are purchased according to the new prices, the profits from woven products will drop significantly, which is undoubtedly a huge blow to the weaving industry in Cui Gu Village.

After Wang Dashan learned the news, he immediately called a meeting with the heads of the weaving factory and village cadres to discuss countermeasures.

"How can this supplier raise the price just like that? Isn't this cheating us?"

Lao Zhang said angrily.

"Yeah, what can we do? The profit of our knitting factory is not high to begin with. If the cost increases now, how can we continue to operate?"

Another village official also said worriedly.

Wang Dashan pondered for a moment and said, "Don't panic, let's think of a solution together. I think we can't just let the suppliers take advantage of us. We have to find a way to reduce costs."

Xiao Li made a suggestion: "Secretary Wang, can we go to the mountains to cut bamboo and process it into weaving materials ourselves? This way we can ensure the quality of the materials and reduce costs."

Wang Dashan thought this was a good idea, but he was worried about safety issues: "Xiao Li, your idea is good, but it's not easy to cut bamboo in the mountains, and there are certain safety risks. We need to find some experienced people and take safety measures."

After some discussion, everyone decided to organize some experienced villagers to form a material collection team to go to the mountains to collect bamboo.

At the same time, the village will arrange special personnel to provide them with safety training to ensure their safety.

The material collection team was quickly formed, and Wang Dashan personally saw them off: "Everyone must pay attention to safety and follow the requirements of the training. Whether our Cuigu Village's weaving industry can continue to develop depends on you."

The villagers said one after another: "Secretary Wang, don't worry, we will definitely complete the task!"

After the material collection team set off, Wang Dashan was still worried.

He would follow their progress every day, hoping that they would bring back bamboo successfully.

A few days later, the material collection team finally returned.

Looking at the truck full of bamboo, the villagers cheered.

Wang Dashan also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the weaving industry in Cui Gu Village had temporarily overcome a difficult period.

However, Wang Dashan knew that this was only a temporary solution.

If we want to truly develop and expand the weaving industry in Cui Gu Village, we need to continue to explore and work hard.

He looked at the green mountains in the distance and vowed secretly in his heart that he must carry forward the weaving culture of Cui Gu Village so that more people would understand and love it.

After returning to the village, Wang Dashan started to get busy again.

He will work with the masters in the weaving factory to study how to improve the quality and output of woven products and how to develop more innovative woven products.

At the same time, he also has to pay attention to the progress of the village's tourism projects to ensure that every tourist can have a pleasant holiday in Cui Gu Village.

At night, Wang Dashan dragged his tired body back home.

Xiulan had already prepared dinner. When she saw Wang Dashan coming back, she said distressedly, "Dashan, you've been busy all day. You must be exhausted. Come and eat."

Wang Dashan sat down, looked at the food on the table, and said with a smile: "It's not tiring. As long as it can help our village develop, it's worth it. Xiulan, you know what? I'm very happy to see the material collection team return safely today. I believe that as long as we work together, there will be no difficulties that we can't overcome."

Xiulan looked at Wang Dashan tenderly and said, "I believe you, Dashan. Just go ahead and do your job. I'm at home."

After dinner, Wang Dashan sat in the yard, looking at the starry sky, his heart full of longing for the future.

He knew that the road ahead was still long and there would be more challenges waiting for him, but he was not afraid.

Because he has a group of fellow villagers who support him and a Cui Valley Village full of hope.