The male supporting character was actually myself.

He stroked the round, soft white kitten and exclaimed, "You can't judge the protagonist's acts of charity with a limited perspective. It's because of people like these who give selflessly without expecting anything in return that the world becomes a better place."

According to what you said, if Song Aiguo had not been influenced by his father's education, he would have stayed in the big city with his first love after graduating from university. Although he would have lost his sister and father, he would have had a lover and a stable job and would have lived a good life in the future.

But what about the villagers of Lijiazhuang?

They did indeed make many mistakes, including the original owner of this body, who was incited to vent his frustrations and seek personal gain. But that was the nature of the environment; kindness and compassion were useless at that time.

You can't judge what was done back then with modern eyes.

Without the protagonist as a savior, Li Family Village would have remained impoverished, ignorant, and barbaric.

The theme of this script is to praise Song Aiguo's selfless dedication after returning from his studies. In order to establish his character, he must experience a lot of hardships.

Unless the protagonist's will is so strong that even the script cannot change his mind, he will inevitably embark on this path.

The little white cat nestled in its owner's arms, silently scratching its paws, its big, dark blue eyes darting around, seemingly plotting something.

Two days later, Song Qingshan finally gave in to his relentless pleading with his son and daughter, unable to hold on to the small mountain village any longer.

Jiang Chen brought the family of three to the new house he bought in town, and bought them a full set of household appliances and utensils. He also hired a tutor for Song Aiwan and her brother to help them with their studies.

"Brother Jiang, oh no, brother-in-law!"

Song Aiguo was so excited that he didn't know what to say. With tears in his eyes, he held Song Aiguo's hands tightly and vowed, "As long as you continue to treat my sister well, I will repay you a hundredfold or a thousandfold when I graduate from university!"

He never dared to dream of the life he has now!

At night, we no longer had to be so frugal with kerosene lamps that we could barely afford to eat; the pots and bowls were always filled with just a few grains of rice and a pot of clear soup, and the only things that could fill our stomachs were wild vegetables and sweet potato cakes; let alone studying, even doing the hardest work in the team every day didn't earn us full work points, and we had to put up with other people's attitudes and be ridiculed.

And now?

As soon as it gets a little dark, you can turn on the bright lights, so bright they're blinding!

Every day, chicken, duck, fish, and meat are served on the dining table, and white flour steamed buns can be eaten to one's heart's content; every day, as soon as one opens one's eyes, washes up, and eats breakfast, a teacher comes to the door to give lessons; as long as one wants, one can spend the whole day writing and calculating without leaving the yard; not only does no one laugh at one for being a bookworm, but one's brother-in-law will also praise one for being hardworking and give one small reward.

This is simply a heavenly life!

Jiang Chen patted his hand earnestly, "I don't expect you to repay me, and I will treat your sister very well. As long as you can get into university, stay in a big city, and become successful in the future, you can bring Dad over to enjoy a comfortable life. I will be content."

"I...I will definitely work hard!" Song Aiguo said excitedly, his face slightly flushed. "I know Dad is just afraid of having a bad class background and doesn't want me to talk about those things from the past."

I'm determined to make something of myself someday.

Not only will we bring you all to the big city to enjoy a better life, but we'll also buy back our ancestral home! In the future, if my father wants to return to his roots, he'll go back to our ancestral home, not that wretched place called Lijiazhuang!

Seeing his unwavering determination, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up and he nodded, saying, "Go for it! I know you can do it, and I'll do my best to help you!"

Chapter Twenty: New Plot

"Oh my, so this is a television set?" Song Qingshan wasn't particularly surprised by things like electric lights and cars. After all, he was a young master in Dayang City when he was a child, and he was used to being picked up and dropped off by cars, having electric lights and telephones up and down the stairs.

But there were absolutely no televisions back then, and they were huge and color!

Once you unscrew it, someone starts talking and singing inside, as if you've put a miniature version of the world inside. The old scholar was so amazed he couldn't close his mouth.

He circled the television for ages, but he still couldn't understand why there could be all sorts of images inside a square box.

"Study hard. The more knowledge you acquire, the more you'll understand, and you won't be as easily alarmed as your father," the old scholar said, patting his son's shoulder as he stared at the spinning washing machine.

Song Aiguo had never seen anything like it.

He had only heard his father mention the radio briefly, but now there was a small and beautiful one on his desk in his room, which was like opening a door to a new world for him.

"I must get into university, leave this small town, and lead the wave in the big city!" Every night before going to bed, he would encourage himself with full confidence and anticipation.

Jiang Chen is the busiest person in the family.

Besides making occasional trips to Lijiazhuang, he also used the resources in his space to set up a small clothing factory with only five or six employees. The factory mainly used the countless fabrics he had stockpiled in his space and did some small business to cover up his source of funds.

"Host, the script is finally updated!" Four or five days passed in a flash, and the little white cat, carrying the script, hopped onto his shoulder and handed it to him. "Take a look, there are so many revisions this time!"

The new story begins after the college entrance examination.

Jiang Chen, harboring ulterior motives towards Song Aiwan, secretly obstructed the process in every way possible, ultimately ensuring that only one of the Song siblings, who had both been admitted to university, received a place. Helpless, Song Aiwan gave up on sending her brother to school and instead became a primary school teacher in town. In her spare time, she planned to raise rabbits as a side job to save more money so that her brother could have a more comfortable university education.

However, in the second month after Song Aiguo went to university, his father, Song Qingshan, went back to the village to deliver a warm sheepskin rug to his old friend who lived in Lijiazhuang and stayed for two days. Song Aiwan was worried about her father and hurried back to the village in the dark after school. As a result, she slipped on the road in the dark and fell off a cliff to her death.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshan was devastated and fell ill. Coupled with the lack of medical care and medicine in the village, he died within two days.

When the devastating news arrived, Song Aiguo rushed back from school, only managing to bury his two closest relatives. He walked along the mountain path where his sister had fallen off the cliff, touched the earthen bed where his father had coughed up blood before his death, and, reflecting on his father's past teachings, finally strengthened his resolve to change the backward state of Lijiazhuang from the root.

The village already has a well, and the newly appointed young village chief has led the villagers to plant wheat.

After returning from his studies, Song Aiguo began teaching the villagers how to grow mushrooms and raise aquatic products. During this time, he experienced both brief successes and failures, receiving gratitude as well as countless scornful looks and insults.

Hard work pays off. After years of tireless work day and night, he finally led the entire village out of poverty and exposed Jiang Chen's hypocrisy. At a young age, Song Aiguo, whose hair had already turned gray, stood in front of his father's and sister's tombstones, presented them with a bouquet of flowers, and told them that the village now had roads, electricity, and a better life than the town. The mountain village he once hated had been transformed through his efforts and had now become his beloved hometown...

"The overall tone of the story hasn't changed at all."

After reading it carefully, Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh and said, "The script team doesn't dare to mess with us?"

Or perhaps, out of consideration for the fact that I led the digging of the well and prevented Lijiazhuang from suffering a drought, they changed my fate, making me repent and start anew.

"But the Song family father and daughter..."

The little white cat twitched its ears, drooped its face, and whispered, "In order to force the plot forward and change the protagonist's mentality, they just killed off these two characters."

Did the protagonist offend the scriptwriting team?

Why can't the people around him have an easy time?

"Host, you said you'd forcibly rescue them. Won't the script team complain about us?"

"We'll see when the time comes. There's still a long way to go before the college entrance exam. Let's enjoy this peaceful life for now." He put away the script and continued to sit under the big locust tree in the courtyard, which was full of white flowers and exuded fragrance, drawing design sketches.

These days, clothing styles are scarce. You can easily start a trend by simply finding a book on fashion design in your online space.

"Jiang Chen, are you still busy?" Song Aiwan asked with a big smile as she entered from outside, her braids swinging beside her ears and her face slightly flushed.

He tidied up the manuscript and shook his head, saying, "I'm done with work. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"The fat aunt next door just gave me an address," Song Aiwan said shyly, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. "It's the address of a really accurate fortune teller! If you have time, how about we go get our fortunes told?"

fortune teller?

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback. "Weren't these kinds of superstitious activities banned a long time ago? How come there are still people secretly setting up fortune-telling stalls?"

"Shh!" she whispered, blushing. "Don't let anyone else hear this. These things are kept quiet, we can't make a fuss about it! If we go, let's invite Aiguo along, and we can have his fortune told to see if he can get into university."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Song Qingshan, upon hearing this, turned pale with fright and stopped him, saying, "You've been itching for a beating for the past two years? Feudal superstition is off-limits, and no one is allowed to go there!"

Song Aiwan blushed and glanced at her father, "Dad~"

"Why give up a perfectly good life to go and have your fortune told? What if that charlatan gets arrested one day and drags you all into it!"

"Oh dear, I just went to get my birth charts checked, how did I get dragged into this?" Song Aiwan said coquettishly to her father.

Men are really unreliable; which family doesn't have compatible horoscopes when getting married?

How could I just give up the rules left by our ancestors and the ways I had finally found out?

"What do you mean by 'matching birth dates'? Who's getting married?" Song Aiguo walked out of the room, looking completely bewildered, holding a book.

It's the weekend, and since the teacher isn't teaching, he's been reviewing his lessons and doing exercises.

Song Aiwan's face turned even redder, and she turned her back to them without saying a word.

"Oh dear..." Old Song was taken aback by his daughter's plan and was momentarily speechless. He quickly changed the subject, asking, "Where did you hear about this? Is it reliable?"

"The fat aunt next door's daughter is getting married next month. They had someone calculate the auspicious date based on their birth dates. The fat aunt said he's incredibly accurate. A few years ago, they were cracking down on feudal superstition everywhere, but he was able to calculate and that's why he wasn't implicated. Let's go together and have our fortunes told to see if Aiguo can get into university!"

Upon hearing about taking the college entrance exam, Song Aiguo's mind began to stir.

Having grown up in a remote mountain village, surrounded by all sorts of ghost stories, I still believe in them deep down. If the other person can really predict the future accurately, they might even be able to point me in the right direction.

When are we going?

Song Aiwan looked at Jiang Chen with a flushed face, asking him to make a decision.

"Since you also want to go, let's do it now. Didn't you guys want to go to the park to play badminton this afternoon to exercise? We can have lunch in the cafeteria after we finish calculating, so we won't cook lunch."

The three young men put their coats on and prepared to go.

Song Qingshan originally wanted to stop her, but he swallowed his words back. It was a major event in his daughter's life, and finding a good date by matching their birth dates would at least make her feel at ease.

Go if you want!

Chapter Twenty-One: The Young Fortune Teller – Situ Nan

The address given by Aunt Pang was not far from Jiang Chen's house. After walking two blocks, there was a secluded and quiet courtyard hidden behind a row of old buildings. You wouldn't see it unless you walked in.

The yard is small but neatly maintained, with a row of early spring flowers in full bloom.

"The door isn't locked, just come in." As Jiang Chen approached the two tightly closed black wooden doors, he was about to knock when he heard a very young voice remind him.

He pushed open the door and went in, and immediately saw a young man who looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old sitting under the shade of a flowering tree.

A young fortune teller, dressed in white Chinese-style trousers and a long gown, was leisurely drinking tea at a tea table carved from tree roots. A delicate birdcage hung from the tree, where birds were chirping. Holding a teapot, the fortune teller looked at the group of three and smiled, "We have met distinguished guests today. Come, come, please have a seat!"

Song Aiwan had never seen such a capitalist rich kid before, and she was a little intimidated, so she subconsciously shrank behind Jiang Chen.

The little white cat was licking its paws while perched on its host's shoulder. It glanced at the nonchalant-looking fortune teller and suddenly remembered the bugs in previous mission worlds. It muttered to itself, "Judging by this, could he be someone with real skills? These days, a fortune teller who can still be so dashing is no ordinary person."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, again?

"Please sit down, don't be shy," the young fortune teller Situ Nan invited again. Jiang Chen and his two companions sat down on the long bench carved from a large tree root in front of the tea table.

He put down the teapot, interlaced his fingers, and looked at them with interest. "Let me see why you've all come!"

"Let me make it clear beforehand, I offer one divination service per person. It costs two yuan per divination, no bargaining or credit. If you think it's suitable, please give me the divination fee and your birth information, and I'll do a compatibility analysis for you."

Unexpectedly, he brought up the matter of matching birth dates and times as soon as he opened his mouth. Song Aiwan immediately believed him to a large extent and blushed as she gave him her birth date and time.

Jiang Chen also gave the original owner's birth date and time, and placed six yuan on the table at the same time.

“You…” After hearing Song Aiwan’s birth date and time, a hint of surprise flashed across Situ Nan’s face. Then, he glanced at Jiang Chen without leaving a trace and began to calculate on his fingers.

A moment later, he smiled and explained to Song Aiwan, "The birth dates are very compatible."

If you want to get married, you should choose a date next spring.

I'll write you a note later, marking all the auspicious wedding dates. You can choose one yourself when you get home.

Is there anything else you want to ask?