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

Jiang Zhiyu spent two leisurely days in the compound, enjoying a very comfortable time.

Every day, he either goes into his spatial dimension to spar with Hu Batian, or squats to the side watching the melodramatic love story of those two pairs of tigers.

In truth, it was also her own fault—who would capture two pairs of tigers at once? What about Tiger Overlord? But thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh.

Tiger Overlord walked ahead with the air of a king of beasts, exuding majesty. But the tigress, carrying her cubs and with a round belly, insisted on following closely behind Tiger Overlord, never leaving his side, no matter where he went. Tiger Overlord would occasionally turn around and roar, as if annoyed, but his pace would unconsciously slow down, waiting for her to catch up.

Jiang Zhiyu squatted on the grass watching this scene, her lips twitching repeatedly.

Seventeen stared speechlessly at her host—her host definitely had some kind of problem.

After observing the tiger, Jiang Zhiyu wandered around the space like a queen surveying her territory. Vegetable gardens, orchards, grain fields, medicinal herb areas... an endless supply of fruits and vegetables, and countless flowers, trees, and shrubs.

When she had free time, she would pick some fruits and vegetables irrigated with the spiritual spring water, and cook them casually in the small kitchen in her space. The taste was something she could never get outside even if she ate there for a lifetime.

But she doesn't plan to give these things to outsiders.

Despite having provided so much equipment and food, those were ultimately just material possessions. Fruits and vegetables irrigated with the spiritual spring water, however, possessed the effect of prolonging life—and this was no joke.

She shouldn't underestimate the pursuit of quality of life by wealthy people.

Those high-ranking officials and nobles will thank you if you give them equipment, and be grateful if you give them food, but if you let them know that there is something in this world that can prolong life—that's the real trouble.

She understood the principle that "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is not."

Therefore, anything irrigated with this sacred spring water must never be shown to the world.

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After having enough fun in the space, Jiang Zhiyu left and went downstairs.

There were only a few people left in the Song family at the moment—they had all gone out, leaving only her and her grandmother Zhao Lanjun at home.

These past few days, Song Yanzhou has been coming to see her whenever he has free time, taking her out for a stroll. The two of them are now considered a perfect couple in the compound, and people tease them wherever they go.

Grandma saw Jiang Zhiyu come downstairs and quickly waved, "Zhiyu, hurry up, I've warmed up your food!"

Can Jiang Zhiyu say that she just ate her fill in the space?

No.

She sat down obediently and took a symbolic bite.

As a result, the two of them cornered him at home—

Doorbell rang.

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The two who came were Zhang Jisheng and Zhong Changqing, two veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctors.

Each of the two was followed by two apprentices, who were actually doctors from a well-known hospital in the capital. The four of them had come along purely out of curiosity—because they had spent two days studying the ginseng with their teacher, but hadn't figured it out at all.

Things given by others are always better.

It looks like it's a hundred years old, but its medicinal effects are stronger than those of a two-hundred-year-old ginseng. They searched through all the good ginseng available in the major pharmacies of the capital, but couldn't find one of such good quality.

A few young people whispered among themselves: "A girl who can produce something like this must be the descendant of some high-ranking official or nobleman."

But they only guessed in their hearts and didn't dare to ask the teacher.

Jiang Zhiyu felt a bit of a headache just looking at the two old people.

Such people, so obsessed and dedicated to medicine, are extremely difficult to deal with. She had encountered them in her past life—when they saw any precious medicinal herbs or rare medical books, they would study them day and night, and no amount of persuasion could dissuade them.

What's more, the ginseng she gave was grown in her space; with such medicinal effects, who wouldn't go crazy?

The two elderly people's eyes lit up the moment they saw Jiang Zhiyu, and they wished they could stick to her.

Zhao Lanjun looked at the two of them with amusement.

The way they looked at Jiang Zhiyu at that moment was as if they had seen a rare medical book—they wished they could dissect her and study her.

These traditional Chinese medicine doctors always have something admirable about them.

Zhao Lanjun actually studied Western medicine when she was young. Her father sent her abroad to study, and that's where she learned Western medicine. Later, she was injured, and her hands trembled so much that she couldn't hold a scalpel anymore, and she couldn't even get up, so she never touched those things again. Now, seeing the two senior doctors so engrossed in their work, she seems to see her younger self in them—that kind of thirst for knowledge and reckless enthusiasm.

The two elderly people made no attempt to stand on ceremony and rushed up to Jiang Zhiyu just like young people.

Zhang Jisheng, beaming, blurted out, "Comrade Jiang! You're home! I thought you weren't here today!"

Zhong Changqing followed closely behind: "I promised you that day, and I brought it to you today! Take a look at these items, do you like them?"

Zhang Jisheng cleared his throat and said seriously, "You and Comrade Xiao Song aren't engaged, and we don't have anything good to give you—"

He took a piece of paper out of his bag and solemnly handed it over:

"Look, this is one of Old Zhong's courtyards. I heard you're not from Kyoto. How will you manage without a place to stay after you come to Kyoto?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Lanjun became anxious.

"Hey Old Zhang! How can you not have a place to stay? This house is Zhiyu's house! Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Jisheng quickly waved his hand: "Oh, that's not what I meant! A girl needs to have something of her own to rely on. Having her own place to live is different from living in someone else's house! They're not engaged yet—"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Bingzheng returned from outside the door.

He came home earlier than usual today, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard Zhang Jisheng's words, and his expression immediately changed.

"Hey! Old Zhang! Are you trying to poach my girlfriend or something?"

Song Bingzheng strode in, his voice booming:

"Who in the compound doesn't know that Zhiyu is Song Yanzhou's wife? So what if they're not engaged? We only got engaged because we thought Zhiyu was too young; she just turned 18 this year! We wanted to let her play around for a couple more years. We also planned to get engaged after her parents' affairs were settled, and marriage would depend on Zhiyu's wishes."

He glared at Zhang Jisheng: "You can't be stirring up trouble here! I don't know what you're thinking—several of your apprentices are single, aren't they? Trying to seduce my Zhiyu? No way!"

Then he turned to Jiang Zhiyu and said, "Zhiyu, don't listen to these old guys!"

After saying that, he hurriedly returned to his study.

The people below looked at each other, still wondering what was going on—Song Bingzheng hurriedly came down again.

With a clatter, four land deeds were slapped in front of Jiang Zhiyu.

"Zhiyu, take these! Our family can't possibly lack space, can we? They'll be transferred to your name tomorrow. These locations are all good—you can live in one, your parents can have one, and you can decide what to do with the remaining two. Our family doesn't need these things. I was originally planning to give them to you when you got engaged, but giving them to you now is the same."

As he spoke, he snorted at Zhang Jisheng.

Zhang Jisheng touched his nose, realizing that Old Song had caught him red-handed.

He did have some ulterior motives—to leave a good impression on this girl, and perhaps she'd slip some good medicinal herbs through her fingers, allowing him to benefit as well. Just thinking about the ginseng made him happy. He had gleaned from his old boss's attitude that this young Jiang was definitely not simple. There weren't many people who could command such attention from their old boss.

He was thinking of making a move first, otherwise if that old Zhuge Liang figured it out, wouldn't he just come and snatch the person away?

Oh dear, what a blunder! Old Song was really keeping a close eye on things.

---

Jiang Zhiyu watched the group of old men bickering with amusement.

Zhang Jisheng stopped arguing with Song Bingzheng and simply shoved the land deed into Jiang Zhiyu's hand: "Anyway, one more won't make a difference, take it!"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at Song Bingzheng.

Song Bingzheng replied decisively, "Keep it! Why wouldn't you accept it? He promised last time!"

Then he looked directly at the boxes behind the two of them, showing no politeness whatsoever: "Let me see what you two are carrying in those boxes?"

He then opened it.

The first box was opened—inside were several pieces of Hetian jade carvings.

Song Bingzheng raised an eyebrow, and Zhang Jisheng quickly explained, "This jade has been with me for thirty years; it's a spiritual object."

Upon closer inspection, Jiang Zhiyu saw that it was a fine piece of Hetian mutton fat white jade pebble. There was no carving, but its natural shape vaguely resembled a bat holding a coin. With a few more fine carvings, the outline would become clear—this was a piece of jade with spirit. Anyone who knew the trade would know that this kind of material would become more valuable the less it was carved.

Zhang Jisheng handed it to Jiang Zhiyu, his tone tinged with reluctance:

"I think you definitely understand it. I'll just leave it with you; giving it to you gives it a home."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the jade again, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

Seeing that he had even given away his most precious possession, Song Bingzheng was somewhat satisfied—this showed that Old Zhang was sincere.

Another box was opened—inside was a string of agarwood beads in the style of the Qing Dynasty court.

Zhong Changqing carefully presented the beads. The beads were made of top-grade Qinan agarwood, adorned with small pendants of coral, lapis lazuli, and pure gold. The fragrance was delicate and lingering, and the oil lines were as beautiful as a landscape painting.

"This thing has been sitting in my warehouse for twenty years, and nobody recognizes its value," Zhong Changqing said, slipping the bracelet onto Jiang Zhiyu's wrist. "It seems you have quite a bit of knowledge about medicinal herbs; only you can recognize its aroma. It should be yours."

Jiang Zhiyu looked down at the bracelet on her wrist. The faint fragrance of sandalwood wafted over, refreshing and soothing.

Zhong Changqing then took out a lion's head walnut and a bamboo root hand-held item from the box and handed them to Jiang Zhiyu:

"These are for you too. I really like you, child."

---

As Jiang Zhiyu watched the two elderly people lovingly hand over their cherished possessions to her, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

In her heart, she said to Seventeen, "Seventeen, do you think it's a bit stingy of me to only give them a ginseng root and a small bottle of spiritual spring water?"

Seventeen snorted: "Logically speaking, those things are invaluable, but for you, they're just a drop in the ocean. In that respect, you're a bit stingy."

He paused, then added:

"But from a value perspective, it's actually not that bad. A ginseng root watered with spiritual spring water has medicinal effects that money can't buy. And that bottle of spiritual spring water you gave me—you know perfectly well, that's the real priceless treasure."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't actually want to take out too many things from her space. Taking too much of something would diminish its original value and might even bring her unnecessary trouble.

A ginseng root and a small bottle of spiritual spring water express sincerity without being too ostentatious.

The balance was just right.

She accepted the gifts with a clear conscience and earnestly said to the two elderly people:

"If you two gentlemen ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. If it's within my power, I will certainly do it."

The two elderly people nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this.

They had actually studied it for several days, but still couldn't figure out why the ginseng was so effective. But precisely because of this, they were even more convinced that this girl must possess something that others didn't.

But it doesn't matter, they don't need to know the answer.

They had dedicated their entire lives to medicine, and they offered their most cherished possessions for two reasons. First, they recognized the immense value of the two items Jiang Zhiyu had given them—the medicinal efficacy of the ginseng and the purity of the liquid were both things they had never heard of before. Second, they also wanted to forge a good connection.

Just make sure you strike the right balance, so that people don't feel like you have ulterior motives.

Jiang Zhiyu's words made them feel much better—it was a normal exchange of favors, neither owing nor owing, just right.

---

The two elderly people left with their apprentice, completely satisfied.

As Zhang Jisheng was leaving, he looked back one last time. He didn't say anything, but he was thinking to himself: What excuse should I use to come back next time...?

Song Bingzheng personally escorted him to the door, and when he returned, he still had a smug smile on his face—he had defended his own courtyard wall and prevented Old Zhang from succeeding.

Zhao Lanjun shook her head, amused.

however--

What they didn't know was the storm that this seemingly normal exchange of favors stirred up in the compound.