My name is Lin Yan. I graduated from a top-tier university, spent a few years trying to make it in the city, then the real estate market crashed and I slunk back to my hometown, Zhaojia’ao, to become the village Party secretary, a job nobody wanted.
Waiting for me were the poorest village in the county, abandoned industries, and a stretch of wasteland nobody dared touch.
Wang Laoshuan refused to believe the warnings and insisted on moving a grave there. One swing of his pickaxe snapped the handle, and his grandson came down with a high fever that night. The hospital couldn’t find anything wrong. Everyone in the village said that land was cursed.
With nowhere else to turn, I opened the yellowed diary my grandfather had left behind.
On the first page was a line: “The Big Dipper governs death; its seven stars bring baleful energy. Build a tomb beneath them, and three generations will be left without spouses or children.”
I followed the instructions in the diary and broke the century-old deadly feng shui formation beneath the land. The next day, the child’s fever was gone.
From then on, I chose a site for the ancestral hall that brought prosperity to the whole village. I changed the fortunes of relocated graves and brought the village tens of millions in investment. When the local bully caused trouble, I set up a feng shui formation that exposed his true colors. When officials questioned me, I let the facts leave them dumbfounded.
They said I was promoting feudal superstition, yet watched helplessly as a poor village became a national model.
From a “failed scholar” mocked by everyone to a “feng shui secretary” worshipped by the entire village.
With a secret manual passed down through my family, I wrote a remarkable tale of rural revitalization on this land.
I like watching it. Will there be a sequel after watching it all the way through?