"My name is Wang Xiaomei, Wang Liuzhu is my little brother, I love watching him make fire, I want to be like the village's loudspeaker in the future, where whatever I say, the whole village has to listen!"
Niuwa's deskmate, a little girl with pigtails, shook her head and spoke earnestly.
Lin Nianhe was momentarily stunned before she realized, the little girl was talking about the village's broadcasting loudspeaker.
Ever since the loudspeaker was installed, Li Dahe had been reluctant to use it often, fearing it would break if used too much. He even built a small shelter to protect it from the rain and had to climb up to dust it off himself every morning and evening. Its treatment was so indulgent that even Old Huang the ox would be jealous.
Wang Xiaomei didn't understand that people listened to the loudspeaker not because it was a loudspeaker, but because every time Li Dahe had no choice but to use it, he spoke of matters of utmost importance.
