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

On the day all the supplies were gathered, Jiang Zhiyu stood in the space, neatly stacked the last box of medicine, and let out a long sigh.

After more than a month of running around, it has finally come to an end.

She looked around—the medical area, the food area, the disaster relief area, the transportation area, all clearly divided and neatly arranged. Just taking a look at the inventory would take almost half an hour.

enough.

She hopes she'll never need these.

But she knew she would need it.

-

After leaving the space, Jiang Zhiyu went to the military region without delay.

Commander Li was in his office when he heard that Jiang Zhiyu had arrived, so he put down what he was doing and came out to see her personally.

"Is everything done?" Commander Li asked.

"It's done." Jiang Zhiyu nodded. "Thank you for your help during this time, Uncle Li."

Commander Li waved his hand. Trouble? He knew in his heart that the commotion this girl had caused was no ordinary matter. The warehouse was borrowed, the paperwork was complete, and no one, both superior and subordinate, had anything to say.

"What are your next plans...?"

"Heading north," Jiang Zhiyu said.

Commander Li glanced at her but didn't ask any further questions.

He's a smart man, and smart men don't ask too many questions.

He simply patted her on the shoulder: "Be careful."

Jiang Zhiyu responded and then went to find Song Yanzhou.

Song Yanzhou stood at the entrance of the camp, his back straight, his military uniform neat and tidy, clearly having come from the training ground, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything sentimental; she simply took a letter out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"I wrote this on the way; keep it for later."

Song Yanzhou took the letter, his fingertips pausing slightly as they touched the envelope. He didn't open it immediately, but carefully folded it and put it in his breast pocket.

"Be careful," he said.

That's exactly what Commander Li said.

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but smile slightly: "Is this all you soldiers can say?"

Song Yanzhou smiled too, a faint smile with a glimmer in his eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but simply raised his right hand and solemnly saluted her.

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then raised her hand and mimicked his gesture—though not perfectly, the solemnity was the same.

Looking at her awkward "military salute," Song Yanzhou's smile widened even further.

-

After returning from the military region, Jiang Zhiyu went to the telecommunications bureau to do something else—arrange a long-distance phone call.

This time, she didn't fight alone; she brought her parents along.

Upon hearing that they were going to call the United States, Su Wanqing's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She hadn't been in touch with her family for over a decade. Although she knew that Jiang Zhiyu had met her maternal grandparents in the United States, she still felt uneasy because it wasn't something she had seen or heard with her own eyes and ears.

Jiang Zhiyu had asked Commander Li to handle the paperwork in advance, and this time the call was longer, so the approval process was stricter. Fortunately, with the military region's backing, everything went smoothly.

The three of them squeezed into the narrow cubicle, listening to the buzzing of the receiver, another long wait was about to begin.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, the call finally connected.

"Feed?"

Su Lixing's voice came through the microphone.

As soon as Su Wanqing heard her brother's voice, tears streamed down her face.

"Brother...it's me..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a burst of noise—it sounded like someone was running, someone was shouting, and someone had knocked something over.

Then, several voices squeezed in through the microphone.

"Is it Wanqing?!"

"My daughter!"

"Mom, let me say a few words! Let me go first!"

Jiang Zhiyu was surprised to find that her maternal grandmother, maternal grandfather, uncle, aunt, and two cousins ​​were all there.

Su Wanqing couldn't care less about anything else. Her hand holding the microphone was trembling, and the way she addressed people kept switching between "Mom," "Dad," and "Brother." She would cry as she spoke, and then laugh as she cried.

Grandma's voice came through the microphone, aged but strong: "Have you lost weight? Are you eating well? Have you been wronged? Is your husband treating you well?"

Su Wanqing answered each question, her voice choked with emotion but trying to remain calm.

Jiang Boxun stood to the side, waiting quite a while before it was his turn to say a few words. He was not good at expressing himself, and he only said "They're all fine, they're all fine" to his parents-in-law before his eyes reddened.

Grandma's side was taken over by Grandpa. Grandpa was even quieter, only saying, "It's good that you're back safe and sound. Wait for us in Shanghai. We'll come back to see you in two years when the policy changes."

These few words brought tears to Jiang Boxun's eyes for quite some time.

My two cousins ​​were arguing, one asking what good investments were available in Shanghai, and the other asking if they could send some snacks from mainland China. My aunt slapped them both, saying, "What a waste of money!"

The entire call lasted for more than an hour.

An international call that takes more than an hour—that's enough to feed an average family for half a year.

No one mentioned money, not even Su Wanqing, who was always frugal. Some things are worth saying, no matter how expensive they are.

Jiang Zhiyu stood by and waited, and only when her mother finally put down the microphone did she take it and say the last two sentences.

"Grandma, Grandpa, everything is settled for my parents, so please don't worry."

"Also—I'm going on a long trip and might not be able to contact you for a while. Don't worry."

Grandma kept giving instructions on the other end of the line: be careful, eat well, wear warm clothes—a string of reminders kept coming out. Jiang Zhiyu nodded in response, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

-

After hanging up the phone and walking out of the telecommunications office, the evening in Shanghai was still bright, with a fiery orange sunset on the horizon.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the sky and said to her parents, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

Su Wanqing's smile froze for a moment.

Jiang Boxun was silent for a moment, then asked, "How long will it take?"

"It won't be long," Jiang Zhiyu said. "If things go smoothly, a month or two."

Su Wanqing opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back. She knew her daughter well—once the child made a decision, nothing could change her mind.

"Then... be careful," she said.

That's exactly what everyone else said.

-

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu stood on the platform of Shanghai Railway Station, carrying a small canvas bag.

The canvas bag contained only a few changes of clothes and some pocket money.

The truly heavy things are all in space.

A whole space full of supplies—medical supplies, disaster relief supplies, food, and transportation vehicles—all went north with her.

She hoped to save as many people as possible.

On the platform, Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing stood by the edge of the platform. Su Wanqing's eyes were already red, but she stubbornly held back her tears. Jiang Boxun had his arm around his wife's shoulder, his gaze fixed on his daughter, his lips tightly pressed together.

Song Yanzhou also arrived, dressed in casual clothes, standing a little distance away.

The train whistle sounded.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped onto the pedal and turned to look at the three people outside the station.

She waved to them earnestly.

"Mom and Dad, I'll be back soon. Please eat well at home!"

Su Wanqing finally couldn't hold back and raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.

Song Yanzhou didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and nodded solemnly to her.

The train slowly started moving, and the figures on the platform grew smaller and smaller, becoming increasingly blurry.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and faced forward.

Heading north.