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

Several senior leaders were preoccupied and couldn't sleep that night.

Vice Dean Liu sat in his study, looking at the list over and over again no less than ten times, his fingers trembling each time. He had been doing scientific research for thirty years, and things he had never even dared to dream of, he was actually going to see tonight—he couldn't believe it, yet he couldn't help but believe it.

Director Zhao paced back and forth in his office, doing calculations all night. He mentally went over and over the market price of the equipment, the foreign exchange conversion, and the cost of smuggling it from the black market, and the more he calculated, the more unreal it seemed.

Commander Qian, on the other hand, went to bed early—after all, soldiers need to be well-rested so they can work hard tomorrow.

The old leader sat by the window, smoking for half the night, staring at the empty box left by the fountain pen, without saying a word.

Jiang Zhiyu, on the other hand, had no scruples.

After returning to the Song family home, she exchanged a few words with Song Bingzheng before going back to her room and disappearing into her spatial dimension.

The space is lush with vegetation and the spring water gurgles, like two different worlds from the outside world.

She first strolled around the vegetable garden next to the spring, picked some fruits and vegetables, and then went to the lake to catch a few crabs to cook herself a pot of seafood.

After eating and drinking her fill, she lay on the grass, gazing at the azure sky above.

"Seventeen, how much grain have we saved up by now?"

"Host, you finally asked about the food! There's so much!"

Seventeen hopped in front of her, her round little body standing straight:

"Besides, you're basically eating out all the time now, so you have an endless supply of food in your storage space!"

"Just tell me how many kilograms."

"We don't take the food irrigated with spiritual spring water out of the market. Since you haven't eaten much of it, we haven't used spiritual spring water to irrigate it. Even if it wasn't irrigated with spiritual spring water, our food is still much better than what's outside. It's natural and pollution-free, the space is full of spiritual energy, so it grows very well naturally, and eating it long-term is good for your health."

Seventeen counted on her fingers:

"We've accumulated about five million jin (2.5 million kg) so far. The ones we bought from the US last time were given to Commander Li, right? These are what we've accumulated since then."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a while:

"A portion will be donated to the military, and the remainder will be given to the retired leaders who have contributed to the country in the sanatorium."

"Host, are you planning to donate all this food?"

"Hmm. Keep the water from the spirit spring, and clear out the rest. We need to make some room."

They chatted casually, one person per system.

Jiang Zhiyu checked the time; it was about time.

"Seventeen, teleport me to this address."

She took out the note and showed it to Seventeen.

Seventeen glanced at it:

"receive!"

The space trembled slightly, and Jiang Zhiyu's figure disappeared from the space.

After two teleportations, she appeared near a large mountain.

The night was deep, and the mountain wind was howling.

Jiang Zhiyu stood behind an old pine tree at the foot of the mountain, quietly releasing her spiritual energy to carefully sense the surrounding area.

There was indeed no one within ten kilometers.

Only the outlines of a few military vehicles could be vaguely seen in the distance, parked on the mountain road, their lights off, and no one inside.

She withdrew her mental energy and walked a short distance to the southwest corner according to the address on the note.

We hadn't gone far when we saw a large gate.

That gate was ridiculously large—in modern times, it would be the size of an eight-lane road. The heavy iron gate was deeply embedded in the mountainside, covered with camouflage netting, making it completely invisible from a distance during the day.

The door opened a crack, just enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.

They must have left it there on purpose.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, stepped aside, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Once inside, she and Seventeen were both stunned.

She thought that hollowing out a mountain was already quite impressive.

But what was inside—far exceeded her expectations.

This isn't just hollowing out one mountain; it's hollowing out several undulating mountains and connecting them into a vast underground space!

The dome is tens of meters high, supported by reinforced concrete pillars as thick as the trunks of centuries-old trees, standing in rows. The ground is a smooth, clean cement floor, without a trace of dampness. There are also some discarded steel components piled up in the corners, which appear to be equipment bases left over from previous experiments.

Forget about putting large equipment in there, it feels like an airplane could turn around inside.

Seventeen Flax was stunned:

"Host! Just how much manpower and resources would it take to dig such a large air-raid shelter?!"

"I just scanned it—this single-compartment capacity is about 2,500 tons, but there are six 2,500-ton capacity containers! Six mountain peaks hollowed out together! It's absolutely amazing!"

Jiang Zhiyu was also secretly alarmed.

Even with mechanical assistance, it would have taken countless soldiers and many years to build such a project in this era.

She took a deep breath and took the list out of her storage space.

First, place the equipment near the entrance so they can easily come in and inspect it.

"Seventeen, move each item on the list out one by one."

"receive!"

Jiang Zhiyu began to release the instruments one by one from the space.

X-ray photoelectron spectrometer, high-resolution transmission electron microscope, Fourier transform infrared spectrometer, nuclear magnetic resonance spectrometer, mass spectrometer, ion implanter...

The foreign language labels and serial numbers on each piece of equipment are clearly visible. Some of them have been used, but are in excellent condition.

One piece of equipment after another appeared on the ground of the air-raid shelter, and in no time, a small mountain was piled up near the entrance.

There are more than 20 kinds of equipment, and each kind has more than one unit—some have two units, some have three units, and the most has five units as backups.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the neatly stacked equipment and nodded.

"Alright, leave the equipment here. The rest of you move in and put in the food."

She continued walking deeper into the air-raid shelter.

The sound of footsteps echoed clearly in the empty underground space.

This air-raid shelter is well preserved. It is very dry inside, and the ventilation system is still working, so there is no problem with air circulation.

"Seventeen, put all the grain, more than five million catties, that wasn't irrigated with the spirit spring water here."

"Host, our food supplies are all stored in our spatial storage. You mean you just take them out and pile them here?"

"Um."

"Corn is fine, but rice and these..."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a while:

"Look at those tarpaulins and stuff we got from the apocalypse. Take them out and spread them on the ground, just dump them on top of each other. What else are we supposed to do? Where are we going to find bags right now?"

Alright!

Seventeen rummaged through the space, and soon, he took out thick tarpaulins.

Those tarpaulins came in all shapes and sizes, some were military green and some were gray. They were all collected by Jiang Zhiyu during the apocalypse, who collected whatever she could find.

Seventeen complained as she laid out the package:

"Host, you even collect these things in the apocalypse?"

"You don't understand. Sometimes these things are actually good for you when acid rain comes in. I have plenty of space in the factory, so I can collect whatever I find; you never know when it might come in handy. See, it's coming in handy here."

Seventeen thought to herself: Why don't you just say you're the kind of person who plucks every last feather from a passing goose and leaves nothing behind...?

But it didn't dare to say it.

One tarpaulin after another was laid out, covering a large area of ​​the cement ground, which immediately reduced the amount of moisture.

However, more than five million catties of grain was too much, and the tarpaulin could only cover part of it; the rest had to be dumped directly on the cement ground.

Fortunately, the air-raid shelter was dry enough, so there wasn't a big problem.

"Let's begin."

At Jiang Zhiyu's command, the grain in the space poured out like a flood.

Golden corn, plump rice, round soybeans, and golden wheat—all kinds of grains poured out of the void, piling up on the tarpaulin and the ground, growing higher and wider.

The grain was piled up like a mountain, about three stories high.

There weren't enough tarpaulins, so most of the grain was dumped directly on the ground, covering several cabins.

Looking at the magnificent scene before him, Seventeen was deeply moved:

"Now I have the motivation to grow crops again."

Jiang Zhiyu stood in front of the grain mountain, dusted off her hands, and felt a little guilty.

Seventeen helped her manage the space and did so many things for her—planting, harvesting, drying, and storing—working tirelessly day after day. Meanwhile, she hadn't found anything suitable to help Seventeen level up.

"Seventeen, don't worry, I've kept track of the upgrade."

"Don't feel pressured, host. When the time is right, it will come naturally!"

Seventeen's tone was quite relaxed, but Jiang Zhiyu could tell that there was a hint of expectation hidden in it.

She secretly made a mental note of this.

After all the grain was transported, Jiang Zhiyu checked the situation inside the air-raid shelter one last time.

The equipment was neatly stacked at the entrance, and every item on the list was complete.

The grain filled three compartments, an astonishing amount.

She placed the list on the outermost piece of equipment, and next to it was the fountain pen her former boss had given her—no, the fountain pen was too precious, so she replaced it with a stone to weigh down the list.

Then she left a note next to the list:

"All equipment is in place; please inspect it. Over five million jin of grain have been stored in separate compartments; please arrange for personnel to organize and store them in the warehouse as soon as possible. The air-raid shelter is dry and well-ventilated; short-term storage is fine."

After writing it down, she pressed the note down and turned to walk towards the door.

As she passed by the grain, she reached out and grabbed a handful of rice, examining it in her palm.

The grains are plump and golden in color, and are much better than those sold in the market.

This amount of grain could feed so many people.

She scattered the rice grains back onto the grain pile and strode out of the air-raid shelter.

The iron gate closed gently behind her.

The night breeze carries the fresh scent of pine resin from the mountains and forests.

In the distance, on a military vehicle ten kilometers away, someone looked at their watch and then at the direction of the mountain.

It's not time yet.

But everything in the mountains is ready.