[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-242":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336296,4567,"Chapter 242: Strategic Planning, Powerless","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-242",242,"\u003Cp>“Mr. Qin… Brother Qin Yun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that familiar face, Lan Duo felt a surge of strength rise within her, joy bubbling up from her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really came—I knew Brother Qin Yun would come. She’s not like other streamers. I don’t know exactly how she’s different, it’s just a feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before contacting Qin Yun, Lan Duo had reached out to other larger, more suitable streamers, but barely any replied; even those who did responded with utter indifference, and she’d gradually grown used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Hechi City People’s Hospital, she accidentally saw a livestream on a nurse’s phone and was instantly captivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After asking Song Ying to let her watch Qin Yun’s streams for a few days, then browsing his past videos, for some reason, she developed an inexplicable trust in this man who had repeatedly created miracles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, using Song Ying’s phone, she sent Qin Yun a private message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During her month in the hospital, while waiting for Song Ying to come on duty, she asked every single day—unfortunately, by the time she was discharged, the message remained unread; clearly, the person on the other end hadn’t seen it, leaving her utterly heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before discharge, she even asked Song Ying to print a photo of Qin Yun standing on Yaomei Peak, and at home, she prayed every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She prayed that Qin Yun would see her message, that he’d reply amid his busy schedule, and that he’d come to see her. She truly wanted to help her village before leaving this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only thirteen, her family’s poverty had forced her to mature early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At thirteen, she should still be a child, but at six or seven, Lan Duo had already begun helping her grandparents. When her grandmother gathered herbs for sticky resin, she’d carry a basket beside her to collect more at once; when her grandfather crafted spinning tops and bronze drums, she’d squat nearby as a little helper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the finished products were made, she’d accompany them to Baxu Township to sell, shouting to attract buyers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every household in Jiaping Village did the same. The terrain here was unsuitable for growing grain—nine parts rock, one part soil—that’s Jiaping Village in Baxu Township, where desertification was severe. Transportation in and out was also inconvenient, so almost no outsiders ever came or went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their entire annual harvest depended entirely on the skills passed down through generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sticky resin dye, indigo dye, bronze drums, spinning tops—but the problem was, other Bai Ku Yao people had these too; Jiaping Village wasn’t unique. So every time they brought finished goods to Baxu Township to sell, the earnings were meager, and they could only sell them at even lower prices to middlemen for a tiny income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From childhood, Lan Duo clearly knew Jiaping Village was poor—so poor that every household had lost its able-bodied adults. Many homes had become completely desolate; the Bai Ku Yao youths who left had never returned, for there was nothing here worth returning for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During her school years, she’d seen many things through her teacher’s phone, and slowly, she began to want to help her village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how mature she was, she was still just a child; all she could think of was finding people to promote the village’s Bai Ku Yao culture, dyeing techniques, bronze drums, and ancient methods of making spinning tops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the girl’s hand in his palm, he sighed inwardly—slender didn’t even begin to describe her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before arriving, he’d casually looked into the village’s situation; honestly, such extreme poverty wasn’t without reason. But many in Jiaping Village accepted their poverty willingly, for their needs were low—just enough to eat was enough, with no other spiritual aspirations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our country’s poverty alleviation efforts have been great; villages like this are being eliminated one by one. Jiaping Village was once among them—back then, it was a targeted aid recipient with a chance to relocate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The government had even planned their future living arrangements and housing, but the village elders at the time flatly refused, declaring the Bai Ku Yao could never leave their ancestral land. That elder had been dead for over a decade; some Bai Ku Yao accepted the government’s arrangements and moved away; others, where roads could be built, got roads built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duo Duo, rest well, get some sleep. I’ll come back to talk to you when you wake up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her face weary, her eyes dimmed, he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo nodded, then confirmed: “Brother Qin Yun, you’ll help me, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded firmly: “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo closed her eyes in relief, her breathing quickly becoming even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping out of the room, under Lan Duo’s grandmother’s guidance, the two sat with the elderly couple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Qin… Mr. Qin…” Lan Duo’s grandmother called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandma, just call me Xiao Qin.” Qin Yun smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Xiao Qin.” Lan Duo’s grandmother looked nervous. “Just having you come see this child has already made us so happy—we don’t need you to take her words seriously.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right,” Lan Duo’s grandfather rubbed his fingers. “Kids’ words shouldn’t be taken seriously, especially about something this big.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understood Lan Duo’s thoughts, but precisely because of that, they found them utterly fantastical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does Jiaping Village have? How can you help? Aside from the skills each household holds, everything else seems insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun hadn’t deeply researched it, so he held his evaluation for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, Grandma, how many people are still in the village?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s grandfather thought, then counted on his fingers: “Over a hundred households, maybe four or five hundred people total. Most now are elderly—over a hundred. More than half have left to work elsewhere; the rest are all children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought—it was a classic hollowed-out Yao village, with seven out of ten able-bodied adults gone. No wonder life was so hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mostly Yao people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Lan Duo’s grandmother nodded. “Only a few Zhuang and Han people—the Han person is the teacher at Jiaping Primary School. Everyone else is Bai Ku Yao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Yao bronze drum…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Qin Yun asked question after question, Lan Duo’s grandparents often answered only partially, unable to respond fully—but after more than half an hour of inquiry, Qin Yun gradually began to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he needed to visit other households in the village and, most importantly, speak with the elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could certainly host a livestream to draw people here, but if Jiaping Village had nothing worth attention, those who came just for his sake would leave soon enough, leaving chaos behind—and things would return to how they were, offering no real help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if he wanted to help Lan Duo, help Jiaping Village, it had to be a lasting solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, this spinning top is huge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So bronze drum dance is a funeral dance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…These wax-dyed patterns actually record history…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun wandered freely through Jiaping Village, chatting with anyone he met. When he saw families working, he stopped to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire afternoon, he never paused—walking everywhere, observing everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he went to Jiaping Primary School and talked with the teacher there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to Lan Duo’s home, she was awake, chatting happily with Su Huan. They laughed and talked, clearly enjoying themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qin Yun enter, Lan Duo beamed: “Brother Qin Yun, you’re back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. What were you two talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo blushed slightly but said: “Sister Su was telling me how she won you over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun burst out laughing: “So secret a story, and Sister Su told you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughing and chatting, Qin Yun found Lan Duo’s grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, I heard the village is about to hold its ancestral sacrifice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s grandfather nodded: “In a week, it’s the Bronze Drum Array sacrifice. Some able-bodied men will return. The village holds a Bronze Drum Array sacrifice every three months, and one grand annual sacrifice where all villagers participate—it’s quite lively.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking all afternoon, Qin Yun still had no clear idea how to help Lan Duo—Jiaping Village was too ordinary. Sticky resin dye, indigo dye, bronze drums, ancient spinning tops—all found among other Yao groups, and they’ve all commercialized them. Who would come here to buy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This branch of the Bai Ku Yao simply lacks favorable timing, terrain, and human advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>",1370,"2026-06-20T21:37:30.093Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9f80b0b4a112b33a829a47c8593c7a249c480ead6d25b5c200242535bb207739","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-243","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-241",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]