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

In the last year of the 1960s, Cui Gu Village, under the leadership of Wang Dashan, had become a model village known far and wide.

However, Wang Dashan is not satisfied with the status quo. He knows very well that in the tide of the times, only by continuous innovation and change can Cui Gu Village continue to maintain its vitality and competitiveness.

That winter, the wind was cold and snowflakes were falling, covering Cui Gu Village with a layer of silver.

Wang Dashan, wearing a thick cotton coat and an old felt hat, was strolling on the streets of the village.

His eyes fell on the slightly old ancestral hall at the entrance of the village, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind - use the ancestral hall to build a Cui Gu Village Cultural Exhibition Center to showcase the village's history, folk customs, handicrafts, etc., to further enhance the cultural connotation of Cui Gu Village and attract more tourists.

After returning home, Wang Dashan couldn't wait to share his ideas with Xiulan.

"Xiu Lan, I want to transform the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village into a cultural exhibition center. What do you think?"

As Xiulan was sewing the soles of her shoes, she thought, "Dashan, it's a good idea, but the ancestral hall is quite old. It will take a lot of effort and cost a lot of money to renovate it."

Wang Dashan sat next to Xiulan, held her hand and said, "Xiulan, I know it's difficult, but we can't be afraid. The village has developed well in recent years, and we have saved some money. In addition, we can mobilize the villagers to work together. I believe we can do it well. Moreover, this is good for the long-term development of the village and will allow more people to understand the culture of our Cuigu Village."

Xiulan looked at Wang Dashan's determined eyes and nodded: "Okay, I support you in whatever you decide."

The next day, Wang Dashan convened a meeting of village cadres and villagers' representatives.

In the conference room, the fire was blazing and everyone was sitting around it, creating a warm atmosphere.

Wang Dashan stood in front of the crowd and said with a firm look: "Fellow villagers, our Cuigu Village has made good economic development in recent years, but the culture cannot be left behind. I want to transform the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village into a cultural exhibition center to display the history, folk customs and handicrafts of our village, so that tourists can have a deeper understanding of our village. If you have any ideas, please share them."

An elderly villager representative spoke first: "Secretary Wang, this is a good idea, but the ancestral hall was left by our ancestors. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to renovate it?"

Wang Dashan patiently explained: "Uncle, I understand your idea. We are not renovating the ancestral hall to destroy it, but to make reasonable use of it while preserving its original appearance. Moreover, we can set up a special area in the exhibition center to commemorate our ancestors so that future generations can remember our roots."

Another young village cadre said: "Secretary Wang, I think this is a good opportunity. We can combine the village's handicrafts and culture and launch some special cultural products, which can also increase income."

Wang Dashan smiled and nodded. "Yes, that's what I thought. We can ask craftsmen to design some unique handicrafts based on the legends and stories of the village and sell them as souvenirs for the cultural display center."

After some discussion, everyone gradually reached a consensus on the idea of ​​renovating the ancestral hall.

Wang Dashan struck while the iron was hot and began to organize personnel to carry out preliminary planning and preparation work.

He invited designers from the city to measure and design the ancestral hall, and mobilized villagers to collect old objects, old photos, legends and other information from the village.

In the process of collecting information, Wang Dashan encountered some difficulties.

Some villagers cherish the old items in their homes very much and are reluctant to show them off.

Wang Dashan went to work one family after another.

"Uncle Zhang, although your old hoe is old, it bears witness to the history of our village. Placing it in the cultural exhibition center will allow more people to understand our past life. Moreover, we will keep it well and will not damage it."

Uncle Zhang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Secretary Wang, I trust you, so I'll give you this hoe."

After arriving in the village, the designer gained an in-depth understanding of the structure and history of the ancestral hall.

"Secretary Wang, this ancestral hall has a certain historical value. When we renovate it, we must try our best to preserve its original appearance while incorporating modern display elements."

the designer said.

Wang Dashan listened carefully and put forward his own ideas from time to time: "We can also set up some interactive areas in the exhibition center to allow visitors to personally experience the production process of handicrafts."

As the preparatory work progressed, the renovation project of the ancestral hall was officially launched.

Villagers voluntarily joined the construction team to help carry materials and clean up the site.

Wang Dashan is busy at the construction site every day, supervising the progress and quality of the project.

"Let's work harder and build the cultural exhibition center as soon as possible to add another highlight to our village."

Wang Dashan encouraged everyone.

While renovating the ancestral hall, Wang Dashan did not relax the development of other industries.

He organized several creative design training sessions for craftsmen, encouraging them to incorporate cultural elements of the village into handicrafts.

“Everyone should use their imagination to show the characteristics of our Cuigu Village.”

Wang Dashan said to the craftsmen.

A young craftsman said in distress: "Secretary Wang, I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I just can't find any inspiration."

Wang Dashan smiled and said: "Don't worry, inspiration often comes from life. You can go to the village more often and listen to the stories told by the elders. Maybe you can find the direction of creation."

After several months of hard work, the Cuigu Village Cultural Exhibition Center was finally completed.

In the exhibition center, the ancient ancestral hall has been given new life.

The walls are covered with old photos and historical materials of the village, the booths are filled with exquisite handicrafts and folk relics, and in the interactive area, visitors can experience traditional handicrafts such as embroidery and bamboo weaving.

The village was bustling with activity on the day the cultural exhibition center opened.

Villagers from surrounding villages also came to visit.

"Secretary Wang, your village's cultural exhibition center is so well built. It has given us a lot of insights."

The head of the neighboring village exclaimed in admiration.

Wang Dashan said with a smile: "We learn from each other. I hope this exhibition center can help more people understand the culture of our Cuigu Village."

Looking at the endless stream of tourists, Wang Dashan felt filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He knew that Cui Gu Village had taken another solid step on the road of cultural development, and there would be more possibilities waiting for them to explore in the future.