With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu entered the room, then opened the door and pretended to walk downstairs.

Why are you up so early? Shouldn't you sleep a little longer?

Aunt Yang greeted them.

"Good morning, Auntie. I'm going out to get something."

Jiang Zhiyu made an excuse to go out for a stroll and didn't return for half an hour.

She went upstairs to wash up before coming downstairs.

Unexpectedly, after Jiang Zhiyu went downstairs, everyone was there.

She thought that if she lingered a while, the others would come down. She was surprised to find herself the only one left, which made her feel quite embarrassed.

"How did you sleep last night? Did you have trouble sleeping in a different bed or not?"

Chen Guifang immediately grabbed her hand and asked.

As he spoke, he pulled her toward the dining table and placed her between Grandpa Song and Grandma Zhao.

"Your grandparents keep looking up at the stairs as soon as they sit down. That's why they specially saved a middle seat for you."

Jiang Zhiyu felt a little embarrassed, but seeing the expectant looks in the two elderly people's eyes, she sat down.

On the table were soy milk, fried dough sticks, fried dough rings, and baked flatbread.

Zhao Lanjun looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a smile:

"Try it, these are all typical Beijing-style breakfasts. Southerners, try them and see if you can get used to them. If you don't like them, they also have milk and bread over there."

Seventeen urged her in her mind:

"Host, are you still able to eat it? Is there anything in this era that you can't get used to? I feel like you're a glutton, you'll eat anything offered."

Jiang Zhiyu mentally retorted:

"Get out of here, you little system, you've been sulking a lot these past few days."

Then Jiang Zhiyu remembered that all the work in the space was done by Shiqi, and her tone softened as she said:

"It's a pity you can't finish it, otherwise you could have some."

Seventeen moments of overwhelming flattery:

"Host, you're so kind!"

"However... Host, could you find me some more items that can help me level up in the future? That little cauldron from last time was too rare."

Jiang Zhiyu's heart stirred:

"This is an ancient cultural capital. Why don't we go to the antique market and see if we can find anything like that?"

After hearing this, Seventeen's little ball of light bounced around in the space for a long time, clearly looking forward to it.

The family finished their meal.

Grandpa Song deliberately changed into his neat military uniform, which was adorned with many medals.

Looking at the medals on the old man's body, Jiang Zhiyu felt great admiration for him.

Then, Jiang Zhiyu solemnly handed the briefcase containing the evidence to Grandpa Song.

"Girl, just wait for news at home."

Grandpa Song patted Jiang Zhiyu on the shoulder and took the suitcase.

"Don't go yet!"

Song Huaijin reminded Grandpa Song.

"Dad, you forgot what Zhiyu asked you to bring to the old commander last night."

Song Bingzheng slapped his forehead:

"People get old and useless; they can even forget this."

The bodyguard, Xiao Liu, immediately took the items and followed behind Song Bingzheng.

Grandpa Song nodded to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

After saying that, they got into the car together.

Song Huaijin also told Jiang Zhiyu that she was not going to work.

"Zhiyu, would you like me to go sightseeing in the capital with you?"

Chen Guifang held Jiang Zhiyu's hand.

I'm asking for a day off from the hospital today.

"No need, Auntie, I have other plans for today."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly declined.

"When Song Yanzhou comes back someday, let's go for a walk together."

Chen Guifang thought about it and agreed; she figured the little girl wouldn't feel comfortable having her with her.

"Then be careful when you go out."

As she spoke, she took out a large stack of ten-yuan notes and various other coupons from her pocket and stuffed them into Jiang Zhiyu's hand.

"Auntie, I have all of these..."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly declined.

"You silly girl, you have what you want, but this is what you bought for shopping today."

Chen Guifang stuffed it into her hand without saying a word.

"And this—"

She handed over another wooden box.

"There are two envelopes inside. They're a small gift from your Uncle Song and me to mark our meeting. Please don't find them offensive."

At this moment, Zhao Lanjun was also pushed out by Aunt Yang, carrying an even larger box.

"Jiang girl, come and see—these are all gifts from your Grandpa Song and me for your first meeting. Please take them."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly declined:

"Grandma, these are too valuable, I can't accept them."

"Although she didn't open it, given the rarity of this wooden box, the contents must be exceptional."

"You silly girl, I told you to take it, so you take it."

Zhao Lanjun's eyes were a little red.

"Old woman, I've been bedridden for so many years. If it weren't for you, girl, giving me such precious ginseng and medicinal ingredients, I would still be lying here, unable to even sit up. You have no idea what I've suffered all these years... I never told them because I was afraid they would worry. I endured all that pain myself..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she finished speaking.

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Jiang Zhiyu accepted it.

She thought to herself: Anyway, she'll make it up to them elsewhere. She just doesn't like owing favors.

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu had accepted it, Chen Guifang immediately walked over and said:

"You've accepted Grandma's gift, so don't refuse mine and your uncle's as well."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled helplessly and accepted them all.

Chen Guifang nodded in satisfaction, picked up her backpack, put on her Lenin suit, and got up to leave.

"Auntie's going to work now. If you want to stay home and play, talk to your grandma. If you want to go out, go for a walk. Be sure to come back tonight, okay? I'll cook you some special dishes tonight."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly thanked her.

Everyone's gone," Zhao Lanjun said.

"Girl, you must be tired. Go upstairs and put these things away. A woman must have her own savings; it's the foundation of a woman's independence. It's the same no matter which family she lives in."

"Don't let that brat know about this; it's your secret stash of money."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled helplessly:

"Okay, I understand."

As he spoke, he carried the two wooden boxes upstairs.

As soon as he got upstairs, Seventeen immediately roared:

"Host! Open it quickly! Open it and see what's inside!"

Jiang Zhiyu first opened the small wooden box—it was given to her by Song Yanzhou's parents.

She opened it and saw two envelopes inside.

Jiang Zhiyu opened the envelopes, and each envelope contained a red envelope with 3000 yuan inside.

This is extremely rare in this era.

How low were prices back then? Even someone as high-ranking as Song Yanzhou's father probably only earned around 300 yuan a month. Each person contributing 3000 yuan was more than enough to demonstrate their sincerity.

Then there's a land deed below.

Jiang Zhiyu wondered: Why give her the land deed?

Seventeen's quip:

"Need I say more? It's definitely going to be your future marital home. But isn't it a bit early to give it to you now? You're not even engaged yet, and you haven't set a date. What's the point of giving you the deed then?"

Jiang Zhiyu had also considered this. She glanced at the address; the location was quite good. However, Song Yanzhou would definitely be living in the company-provided housing in the future, which would then be his private property.

After the land deed was taken away, there was a pair of gold bracelets underneath.

Although these things were not many for Jiang Zhiyu, they were truly valuable items for this era, and were enough to show the family's sincerity towards her.

After Jiang Zhiyu opened the large wooden box below—

"Host! The spiritual energy is so rich!"

Seventeen was stunned.

Jiang Zhiyu then remembered:

"After the space swallowed so much stuff last time, has anything changed?"

"It seems the spiritual energy in the space is more concentrated, and the spiritual spring has grown a little bit."

"Host, these things have a much richer spiritual energy!"

Jiang Zhiyu thought to herself: The space is becoming picky now, and leveling up isn't as fast as it used to be.

Seventeen pouted:

"Of course! Your space level is low at the beginning, so it levels up quickly. That meteorite you swallowed last time—that thing can't compare to these objects. Your space is so big now; if these things went in, they wouldn't even make a splash."

Jiang Zhiyu thought about it and agreed:

"Take it slow, this also depends on fate."

She stored the two small boxes in the quiet courtyard so the space wouldn't be swallowed up. After all, these were gifts from someone else; it was different if she kept them herself. Judging from these items, Song Yanzhou's grandmother must have come from a good family; each piece was exquisite. If these were given to her in later generations, each one would be enough for an ordinary person to achieve financial freedom!

After storing these valuable items in her spatial storage, Jiang Zhiyu dressed herself up a bit and went downstairs to say goodbye to Zhao Lanjun.

"Grandma, I'm going out for a walk."

"Okay, go ahead, young people should explore more."

Zhao Lanjun waved with a smile.

Jiang Zhiyu went out, thinking that Grandpa Song's actions would probably begin soon, and it was time to reward Seventeen.

Try your luck at the antique market.