The male supporting character was actually myself.

Jiang Chen saw that some of the people who came with him had started to whisper among themselves, so he smiled and continued to expose their secrets, "You haven't finished that bag of buckwheat noodles that you secretly took back from the warehouse a few days ago, have you?"

Your wife's favorite thing to do is hide things in the little cellar she dug under the broken bamboo basket in the east wing.

Let me think... I think there might be some Chinese cabbage too.

Oh, by the way, before the team distributed the supplies before the New Year, you carried back a huge piece of meat and there was still more than half a jar of rendered lard left. Those were all the villagers' things. It's really disgraceful to embezzle and hoard like that.

As for where the Song family lives, you don't need to worry about that.

Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't do anything about it!

Xiao Wan's family now receives government-subsidized grain rations, and their household registration is directly registered in the town; they have absolutely no connection to Lijiazhuang. What, do I need to ask for permission to bring my wife's family to stay for a few days?

Who do you think you are?

"Eating government-subsidized grain rations? Really?"

"Old Song is educated, so it's probably true that he can easily find a job in town."

"This time they've really turned things around!"

"Who would have thought that this family, who were constantly subjected to struggle sessions, would now rise to prominence and become a phoenix!"

"Being able to eat government-subsidized grain rations, that's real skill!"

…………

The villagers were simple-minded, and since it was Jiang Chen who said it, no one doubted that it was true.

Everyone looked at the Song family father and son with envy and fervor.

These days, people with government-subsidized grain rations are highly sought after. Many beautiful young women in the village would even go so far as to marry a man with such a ration, even if it meant marrying an old man in his forties or fifties from town. Yet, very few of them succeed.

After all, most villagers have never left the mountain village in their entire lives, so how can they so easily make friends with people in the town and find a suitable partner?

There was an eighteen-year-old virgin in the back street who, through her aunt's cousin's introduction, married a man in town who had a government-subsidized job. Every time she returned to her parents' home, she would carry large bags and speak with a swagger, making the whole village extremely envious.

Actually, the old man she married was over forty years old and worked as a boiler operator for his company.

There are two boys in her family who are almost twenty years old, not much younger than her. They became stepmothers as soon as she got married, and the four of them squeezed into a small one-room apartment in a dormitory building assigned by her work unit.

This still made a group of young women envious.

No matter how things turned out, they managed to escape their humble beginnings, get married, and move their household registration out of the village.

Who would have thought that the Song family, with their bad class background, could have such a good life today?

Jiang Chen is right. The Song family's household registration has been moved and has nothing to do with Lijiazhuang. This courtyard was allocated to Jiang Chen by the team. What's wrong with letting his lover move in?

On the contrary, what he just said about Li Zhenxing embezzling the retained funds is the most important thing!

Two hundred yuan, that's a lot of money for everyone. If you could squeeze it out and divide it among the families, you could get a lot of money!

"Li Zhenxing, what's this about the retained funds?"

"Yes, make this clear! Damn it, you even dare to encroach on collective interests, do you want to be struggled against!"

"The accountant is probably not clean either, let's go find the village secretary!"

"Going to the old village chief is more reliable! Anyone want to come with me to Li Zhenxing's house to see if there's a small cellar?"

"You're always criticizing others, but it turns out you're the real parasite!"

…………

It's unclear who started it, but Li Zhenxing, who had offended the interests of the crowd, was quickly attacked by them.

"Xiao Wan, you guys pack up and eat first, don't wait for me." Seeing that no one dared to make a move, Jiang Chen stepped forward and punched Li Zhenxing, who was trying to run away in a panic, to the ground. He then grabbed a rope, tied Li Zhenxing up, and led him to the village committee.

The little white cat dangled on his shoulder, playing with its fluffy tail, and whispered a reminder: "Host, the script has started updating."

When Li Changgeng heard Jiang Chen personally tell him to give up his position to Li Zhenxing, he stood there stunned for a while before pointing his thumb at Jiang Chen and his little finger at himself, repeating hesitantly, "Brother Jiang, what did you say? You want me to be the village chief?"

Chapter Fifteen: It wasn't easy for me either.

"What? Don't want to do it?" Jiang Chen looked with satisfaction at the things the angry commune members had found embezzled in Li Zhenxing's cellar, patted Li Changgeng on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You are a bit young, but you are still a young man in your twenties."

Your dad isn't in good health and can't do this job, so you need to be able to handle things.

Anyway, with your grandfather guiding you, as long as you work hard and I lend a hand, you'll be proficient in a couple of years.

Li Changgeng's legs trembled with excitement.

He's so damn eager to be the village chief!

It's just that in the past, Grandpa retired to the second line and didn't care about anything, nor did he let Dad get involved; Jiang Chen had the final say in everything in the village; and Li Zhenxing tried every means to get himself promoted to a nominal position, so no matter how much he schemed, the title would never fall into his own lap.

I never expected Jiang Chen to be so loyal just for helping to send a message in the middle of the night!

"me……"

"Why is this grown man so long-winded? Does he even want to be the village chief?"

Li Changgeng took a deep breath to steady himself, "Clang!"

“Then go and call your grandfather over, let him take charge of how to deal with Li Zhenxing.” Jiang Chen went along with it. “The village party secretary isn’t clean either. Keep an eye on him. If he does a good job, work with him. If he’s up to something else, keep an eye on him and we can work together to take him down and find a reliable replacement.”

In remote, backward villages nestled deep in the mountains, power has always been tied to various relationships and interests.

Over the centuries, Li Family Village has developed its own set of rules, which, despite the changing times, are still based on the clan's reputation. Therefore, when Li Changgeng personally invited his grandfather to take charge, the thousands of people gathered in the square fell silent.

The torches burned brightly, illuminating the square.

Li Zhenxing, his face bruised and swollen, stood motionless below the stage with his head down, bound hand and foot. His wife, who had previously thrown a tantrum, hitting and crying during the house search, was now slumped to the side, disheveled and in a terrible state. The two young children had been sent to their uncle's house to sleep by the old village chief.

"Jiang Chen exposed that Li Zhenxing, during his tenure as village chief, embezzled, stole, and used his position to settle personal scores, deliberately killing Li Laowang during a struggle session. There is ample witness testimony and physical evidence."

According to the rules of our village, I should have been the one to decide how to handle this.

But we live in a society governed by the rule of law, and even in a village, we cannot resort to vigilante justice; we must act in accordance with the law.

I've already sent someone to the town to report the case. Let's see how the police handle it when they arrive tomorrow.

After checking the accounts, it was found that a group of people had embezzled collective interests, and all the evidence was complete and kept on file.

I've discussed it with the old Party Secretary and Jiang Chen, and we'll give these people a chance to reform! As long as they can return the embezzled and stolen money and goods within three days, we won't pursue the matter this time.

If they don't return, we'll hand them over to the police and do whatever they want with them!

The old village chief, wearing his reading glasses, flipped through the account book he had personally kept and said in a more serious tone, "Besides the village cadres and those in charge, there are some families who have secretly taken advantage of their connections to eat, drink, and take things from the team. They know who they are."

Return the full amount before you finish work tomorrow, or don't blame me for not giving you face!

The interests of the village collective belong to everyone!

We are all veteran revolutionaries with hearts turned towards the sun, serving the people and contributing to the collective – that's what we should be doing! How can we allow our descendants to secretly engage in illicit affairs and profit from it all? Have we no shame left?"

Li Zhenxing was terrified and secretly glanced at some of the young women in the crowd.

"Wow!" The little white cat exclaimed as if it had discovered a new continent. "This is so exciting! Host, aren't people supposed to be conservative these days? That was a female educated youth sent to the countryside, and they actually had an affair?"

“It’s not just one; these kinds of underhanded things happen all the time.” Jiang Chen lowered his voice as he flipped through the list in his hand.

By using the original owner's memories to take down all the troublemakers, the village's atmosphere should become more positive. When the male protagonist, Song Aiguo, returns after completing his studies, he should face fewer obstacles.

As the biggest villain, he has to clear obstacles for the protagonist's brother-in-law both openly and secretly, which is not easy for him either!

If this plot isn't properly revised, how can it justify all my hard work?

"Jiang Chen, this must have cost a lot of money, right?" After returning from her work at the village committee, Song Aiwan found the house still lit by candlelight. She carefully held the household registration certificate, her eyes sparkling.

Song Qingshan and Song Aiguo both stood up and looked at him with gratitude on their faces.

In those days, the difference between urban and rural household registration was like heaven and earth. His whole family never dreamed that a family with a bad class background would one day be able to eat marketable grain.

"It didn't cost too much money." Jiang Chen shook his head, took the household registration certificate from her hand, and pointed to the information on it, explaining, "There are differences in eating commercial grain."

Wealthy units could provide welfare housing, and the monthly grain coupons, cloth coupons, and wages would vary according to different levels; less profitable units did not provide welfare housing, but they would still receive the required coupons.

You're affiliated with a non-profit organization, so you don't receive food coupons or any subsidies. The only benefit is that your household registration is in the town, allowing you to attend school there and enjoy the corresponding benefits.

He had considered moving directly to the provincial capital, but then he thought about the overall story of the script, which was about returning to the hometown to build a better life. In other words, no matter where he registered his household or bought a house, he would eventually have to return to Lijiazhuang to do all sorts of things.

Why not just stay in the town nearby? I don't lack anything anyway, and living a peaceful and tranquil life would be quite nice.

"How can I thank you?" Song Qingshan couldn't find any words of thanks, so he just held Song Qingshan's hand tightly with trembling hands and shook it.

It took Jiang Chen a lot of effort to calm the agitated family down.

However, when he heard that he had bought a house in town and would move there in a couple of days, Song Qingshan became so excited that he burst into tears.

Even Song Aiguo couldn't sit still this time. He probably felt that he had taken too much advantage of Jiang Chen and couldn't save face. He kept emphasizing that it was just a temporary stay, and that he would keep track of the food, drink and lodging expenses. He would repay Jiang Chen many times over when he got into university and found a good job.

"I don't expect you to pay me back." Jiang Chen looked at him seriously and said, "If you become successful in the future, stay in the big city and have a bright future. Don't mess around. I'll be grateful."

The little white cat twitched its perky ears and muttered softly, "Host, if you successfully brainwash the protagonist and rewrite my sister's fate, won't the script run out of steam and turn into a political drama, and the protagonist won't go back to lead everyone to prosperity?"

"If only it could be turned into a political drama, then my role as the best supporting actor would be significantly reduced. Wouldn't it be better to just stay in a small town with my beautiful wife and live a leisurely life?"

After finally settling Old Song's family in, he returned to his room and took out a steaming hot meal from the food maker to eat his belated dinner.

The little white cat rummaged through the still-updating script, idly browsing the forums to see what was new.

Jiang Chen had just finished getting ready for bed when there was a soft knock on the door.

Chapter Sixteen: Night Talk

"Host, could it be a beautiful woman coming to warm the bed?" The fluffy ball perked up, its big, fluffy tail wagging incessantly.

They went to open the door, and both the person and the system were somewhat disappointed. The person who came was not Song Aiwan, but her father.

"I'm so sorry to bother you so late. But there are some things I think it's better to make things clear as soon as possible."

After Song Qingshan sat down, he looked at Jiang Chen, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed and got straight to the point: "You and Aiwan are about the same age. During this time, you have been sending us things, helping us with our household registration, and even bringing us to live at your home."

I know exactly what you're thinking.

A daughter is meant to stay at home when she grows up; she's already twenty, it's time for her to find a husband, get married, and settle down.

I have two questions I'd like to ask you.

Since his future father-in-law had taken the initiative to propose the marriage, Jiang Chen naturally dared not be negligent. He served hot tea and stood respectfully to the side, saying, "Please feel free to ask me anything."

"Sit down, sit down. This is your home, you are the host, and we are just guests. How can the host stand while the guests sit?"