The male supporting character was actually myself.

Teaching pays quite well, and the leaders of the Education Bureau have said that as long as I join the company, I can become a permanent employee. Teachers are considered national cadres and civil servants, which is much more stable than going to university and then looking for a job everywhere.

Third, you were a victim of that chaotic era, as was our generation.

Could you have imagined back then that the scholars who studied the classics would be driven to cowsheds to do hard labor?

Can you imagine that one day there will be no enough food and so many people will starve to death?

People who used to live in big cities were highly sought after, but what happened when the world went into chaos?

At least in the countryside, people can grow grain and have enough to eat!

When people are starving, many city dwellers flock to the countryside, abandoning their dignity for food.

Our Song family only needs one patriot to go out and make a living. You're getting old and have developed many health problems due to lack of food and clothing over the years. Who will take care of you after we're gone? My siblings and I are worried about you.

Jiang Chen has done enough for us; I don't want him to bear the responsibility of taking care of you in your old age.

If the world gets better and better in the future, patriots can go out and explore without any worries.

If the world goes badly again, they can come back and follow us so at least they'll have something to eat.

Finally, I really don't want to rely on Jiang Chen for everything anymore.

Patriots go abroad to study at university. Although the country reduces or waives many fees, what aspect of food, clothing, daily necessities, and books doesn't cost money?

I have a stable and well-paying job teaching in town, which can easily cover my brother's school fees and your retirement expenses. It's a win-win situation!

"It's rare to see someone as thoughtful as you." Song Qingshan sighed heavily, lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying helplessly, "If you're sure you won't regret it, then so be it."

"Don't worry, Dad. I've been helping Jiang Chen manage the factory and do business for the past six months, and I've learned a lot."

Now I'm his right-hand man. After we get married, we'll live a happy and prosperous life together. Being able to stay by his side, achieving success in both my career and love life, I'll be content and happy. I definitely won't regret it!

"Honey, nothing in life is absolute. What if you regret it..."

"If you regret it, you can take the college entrance exam again next year. It's not like you can only take it once in your life..."

The little white cat relayed every word of what the father and daughter were whispering to Jiang Chen.

After listening, he smiled helplessly. "I originally wanted to settle down in town and live a simple life, but I didn't expect her to think so much. Well then, let's get busy and make money while we can, so that if we want to move to a big city in the future, we can settle down there."

"Hmm, does the host also want to be like that bug Situ Nan? Buying properties everywhere and going wherever he wants?"

Upon hearing this, the little dumpling perked up its ears excitedly and said, "Then let's take advantage of the cheap housing prices and buy houses everywhere! We'll make a lot of money when they're demolished or resold!"

Oh, and also, how about we build a little courtyard by the sea in the south where it's spring all year round? When it gets cold here, we can move there and live there. Just thinking about it makes me feel so comfortable..."

When Jiang Chen was sending Song Aiguo north to study, he passed through the city and bought the first luxury car in Yanghua Town.

The drive back was incredibly exciting for Song Qingshan and his daughter, Song Aiwan.

More than half a month passed, and as the weather grew colder, boilers were lit in the brick houses in the town to provide heating to every room, making them warm and cozy. Early one morning, Song Qingshan sat in his warm room looking at the gloomy sky outside. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he got up and rummaged through a large wooden cabinet to find a brand-new sheepskin rug.

"Aiwan, I'm going back to Lijiazhuang!"

After tidying up and packing, he told his daughter, "The New Year is coming soon. The clothing factory is busy, so don't worry about me. Teacher Li's old leg pain is most afraid of winter."

Although Jiang Chen promoted literacy education for all in the village this year, and his treatment is much better than before, there is no heating in the village after all, so our sheepskin rug is useless. I will return it to him.

"I might stay for a couple of days to help Jiang Chen clean and tidy up the house and yard, since we'll be going back to stay there for the Chinese New Year."

Song Aiwan was busy doing accounts when she heard her father say this. She looked at the sky outside and saw that it was indeed gloomy and looked like it was going to snow. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Jiang Chen went to the factory. Wait for him to come back and take you there. The weather is bad. If it snows, the mountain roads will be difficult to travel!"

"I'm not so old that I can't move. Why should I bother others with everything? Don't worry, I learned to ride a bicycle a long time ago. If I leave now, I should arrive around noon. Don't worry about it, you guys go about your business."

"How about I go with you?"

"Oh dear, why are you so long-winded? I've been there myself, why are you following me?"

She glanced at the unfinished ledger in her hand, then at her father, who had become noticeably stronger after nearly a year of recuperation and care, and nodded helplessly, saying, "Then be careful on your way home. I still have two classes to prepare for today. Once I finish what I'm doing, I'll go back and help you clean up. Don't tire yourself out."

"Okay, okay!" Song Qingshan tied the sheepskin rug to the back seat of the bicycle, skillfully straddled it, and waved his hand. "You guys go ahead with your work, I'm going back now."

After watching her father leave, Song Aiwan returned to her room and began to write and calculate diligently again. She planned to return to Lijiazhuang as soon as she finished teaching and sorted out the accounts, so that her father wouldn't have to clean up and get cold and tired.

"Host, something terrible has happened!" The little white cat, who had witnessed this scene, hopped over to the clothing factory and shouted from afar, "The scene where Song Aiwan falls off the cliff in the plot is about to happen!"

The old man had already packed up his sheepskin rug and was riding his bicycle towards Lijiazhuang.

"Host, if nothing unexpected happens, Song Aiwan will be going there soon, and she'll fall off the cliff and die!"

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Final Chapter

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen shoved a stack of reports into the manager's hand, said "I'll deal with it when I get back," and turned to leave the office, driving straight to the small courtyard in town.

"Huh? Why are you back so soon?"

Song Aiwan, who was still doing the accounts, saw him rushing back and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is there something urgent at the factory that you need my help with? Wait a moment, I'll be done here soon."

Seeing that she hadn't left yet, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she remembered that in the original story, Song Aiwan rushed over after finishing her class, and because it was dark and the road was slippery, she fell off a cliff and died.

It's early morning, so she's naturally still at home.

He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip to clear his head, and shook his head with a smile. "There's nothing wrong at the factory. I just suddenly remembered that I need to send the money from the last sale back to Lijiazhuang. I was thinking of taking you back with me."

With the year-end approaching, everyone is looking forward to their dividends so they can have a prosperous new year.

"That's right, all sorts of things happen at the end of the year."

Song Aiwan checked the accounts and saw that it was still early, so she said calmly, "My dad rode his bicycle back to the village first. He said he wanted to give the new sheepskin rug that he didn't need to Teacher Li, and also tidy up your yard. We have to go back for the New Year this year."

I have two more classes this afternoon. Let's go home together after school. I'm worried about my dad staying home alone. It's so cold in the village without heating. I don't know if we have enough firewood for the winter.

By the way, should we consider putting road repairs on the agenda next year?

Lijiazhuang planted fruit trees and started a breeding farm this year. After receiving the dividends at the end of the year, they will definitely be self-sufficient.

In two years, when all the fruit trees on the mountain are laden with fruit, we'll need a proper road to transport the fruit out.

There's also the brick kiln. At the beginning, we had no experience and had to figure it out ourselves. It wasn't easy to fire up any qualified bricks. The construction of the new village was stopped as soon as it got cold, and we probably won't be able to move into our new houses until next winter.

Once the houses in my village are built, I need to find a way to sell the bricks produced to generate income.

"It's all thanks to your extensive network and connections that the rabbits, fish, and eggs raised in the village were able to be transported out little by little and sold for money. Anyone else would have been arrested for speculation with that kind of money!"

The little white cat, with its hands tucked into its sleeves, squatted on the radiator and chimed in, "What speculation and profiteering?"

All those agricultural products were directly purchased by my host and stored in the system space. They came in with money from his own pocket, and no one else knew about them.

However, such pure, natural, and pollution-free agricultural products are rare, so it's good to stock up on as much as possible.

"If you want to get rich, build roads first. We really should consider repairing the mountain roads." Jiang Chen sat on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, waiting patiently.

The room was quiet, with only the swishing sound of Song Aiwan's pen writing on the paper.

The two agreed to go back to the village together after she finished school in the afternoon, but Jiang Chen didn't dare to relax for a moment. Since it was today's matter, he had to keep a close eye on her to ensure she would escape unscathed.

So Song Aiwan did the accounting at home while he read a book on the sofa next to her.

Song Aiwan tidied up the room and cleaned, and he helped by serving her tea and water;

Song Aiwan went to teach the children at the neighboring primary school, and he sat at the gate waiting for her.

"You're so free today, just waiting for me to go back to the village together?" After school, she looked up and saw Jiang Chen, with long legs straddling his motorcycle, waiting for her at the school gate. She asked with a puzzled look, "Is everything alright at the factory?"

"It's alright, we need to hurry and set off. The weather isn't great, I'm worried it might snow and close the mountain pass." Jiang Chen patted the motorcycle, gesturing for her to get on.

Song Aiwan wrapped her cotton coat tighter around herself, sat on the back of the motorcycle, and chuckled, “So what if the mountain is closed? Didn’t we always walk out on foot before? Today is Friday, and I plan to stay in the village for two days on Saturday and Sunday. You take care of all the things that need to be done at the end of the year; my dad and I will tidy up the house, and we’ll go back to live there during the New Year.”

The motorcycle roared as it sped through the streets and alleys.

These days, bicycles are a rarity, and there are few cars on the streets, so traffic is not a problem. Before long, Jiang Chen was driving his motorcycle on the rugged mountain road.

"Host, in the original story, Song Aiwan walked back to Lijiazhuang after school. She walked slowly and it got dark quickly, which is why she slipped and fell because of the darkness and slippery road. Now that you're riding a motorcycle with her, you should be able to easily avoid this disaster, right?"

The little white cat perched on his shoulder, flipping through the script, and muttered softly, "Motorcycles are much faster. Even if we don't reach Li Family Village before dark, there are bright headlights. Plus, with my all-powerful host, this script revision is a sure thing!"

Jiang Chen didn't answer; he focused on the road and drove at a moderate speed.

Regardless of the level of danger or the degree of certainty of what is about to happen, you must do your best to achieve the best results.

"Put-put-put-put...whoosh!"

As darkness fell, the motorcycle with its lights on suddenly stalled on the mountain road.

The motorcycle nearly tipped over, but Jiang Chen quickly regained control and brought it to a stop.

"What's wrong?" Startled by the sudden turn of events, Song Aiwan hugged his waist tightly and peeked out from the side. "Is there a problem with the motorcycle?"

"It's nothing, I don't know why it suddenly stalled." He tried to start the motorcycle, but no matter how he tried, it wouldn't start.

A mountain wind, carrying flakes of snow, swept in. On one side was a towering rocky mountain, and on the other, a bottomless abyss. Standing in this position, Jiang Chen had a very bad feeling.

"Oh no, oh no, the script isn't being updated either. Are they planning to kill Song Aiwan here?" The little dumpling was pacing anxiously. "Should I get a prop to cover for her? Oh no, what if they find out something's fishy?"

In front of her, Jiang Chen couldn't just put away the broken motorcycle and get a new one.

"Never mind, I'll just leave it here for now." He tried a few times and found that there was nothing wrong with the motorcycle, but he just couldn't start it. He already knew that it was a forced, low-dimensional attack from the script.

Even if you replaced a hundred vehicles, it would be impossible to ride this mountain road safely.

"Put it...put it here?" Song Aiwan was a little confused. In the middle of nowhere, her brand-new, precious motorcycle was just left unattended like that?

"I don't know what's wrong. It's getting dark and it's starting to snow again. We need to get back to the village first. I'll bring my tools and fix it tomorrow morning."

"That's the only way. Take the keys and lock the bike. Don't let anyone push it away!" She was about to suggest pushing the bike, but then she looked at the rugged mountain road and the huge, heavy motorcycle and knew that pushing it would only make things slower.

Wolf packs can still be seen in the mountains from time to time, and it's safe to enter the village early when it gets dark and snowing.

"Be careful, you should walk on the inside." Jiang Chen pulled her along, trying to get Song Aiwan to walk on the inside.

However, in the brief moment of getting out of the car and walking towards Jiang Chen, Song Aiwan felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, followed by a dizzying sensation as the world spun around her. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was being held tightly in Jiang Chen's arms, but there was nothing beneath her feet!

"Host, hang in there! Let me see if there are any items that can be used." The fluffy little dumpling was also stunned for a moment before it reacted and screamed.

The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment the motorcycle suddenly stalled and nearly caused him to fall, to when he regained control and stopped, and then to when Jiang Chen realized he couldn't start it and prepared to walk, the entire process took less than a minute.

Fortunately, he had been holding onto Song Aiwan's arm the whole time, so when she suddenly felt dizzy and fell off the cliff, he managed to grab her and use his right hand to grab onto a small tree on the edge of the cliff, barely managing to hang on the cliff.

The cold wind howled through the mountains, making a whistling sound.

Song Aiwan quickly realized the dangerous situation the two were in and broke out in a cold sweat.