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

After washing up, Jiang Zhiyu immediately slipped into her spatial dimension. The more than one hundred wooden crates were piled up like a small mountain on the open ground. She took a deep breath and opened the top crate.

Jiang Zhiyu wasn't surprised at all. The box of gold bars, neatly stacked, wasn't of very high purity, unlike the high purity found in the apocalypse. It felt heavy in her hand, easily weighing at least a pound. 0047 clicked its tongue in amazement: [Host, this box alone is enough for an ordinary person to live on for several lifetimes, right?]

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and continued opening the boxes. The second box contained jade artifacts, including bracelets and pendants. The third box contained silver dollars, including Yuan Shikai silver dollars, and some ancient coins; the serrations on the edges were still visible, indicating that they were well-preserved.

She lost patience and scanned the boxes with her spiritual power, discovering that they were roughly divided into several categories: gold and silver made up the majority, jade and antiques comprised more than thirty boxes, calligraphy and paintings and ancient books were in more than twenty boxes, and the bottom dozen or so boxes contained silk, furs and some old-fashioned clocks.

"These... must be the accumulation of several generations of my maternal grandmother's family." Jiang Zhiyu touched a yellowed family photo. The woman in the photo was wearing a cheongsam and had a gentle temperament. Her eyebrows and eyes were seven-tenths like her mother's. In the original owner's memory, her mother always said that her maternal grandmother was a lady from a prominent family, but she never wanted to talk much about her maternal family, probably because she was afraid of causing trouble in the chaotic world.

0047 floated to her side: [Host, now we're certain that those people are eyeing either this treasure, your mother's notebook, or both. Those eyeing the treasure probably know your mother's identity.]

Jiang Zhiyu closed the suitcase and pondered for a moment. Her parents had been sent to the countryside, her uncle had suddenly taken the original owner of this body to Hong Kong, the mysterious person from Kyoto, and so on—all of this was like a net, enveloping her family completely. She had to find her parents as soon as possible to uncover the truth behind this net.

As soon as I stepped out of the space, there was a knock on the door.

"Comrade Jiang, are you awake?" It was Song Yanzhou's voice.

Jiang Zhiyu opened the door and saw him carrying a food box, steam rising from the cracks, carrying a faint aroma of rice: "Good morning. Commander Li said he's going to issue you a letter of introduction today. I brought some food; have a bite first, and we'll go over in a bit."

The food box contained two large meat buns, a fried dough stick, and a bowl of millet porridge with pickled vegetables. Jiang Zhiyu took the food box and, unusually, said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Yanzhou glanced at the faint dark circles under her eyes. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Zhiyu didn't explain further, picked up the bun and took a bite. The meat filling was seasoned just right, with a hint of scallion and ginger, which suited her taste better than the char siu buns in Hong Kong.

Song Yanzhou didn't press further, simply standing aside and waiting for her to finish eating. After she wiped her mouth, he said, "I've already spoken to the logistics department about the letter of introduction; we can get it there as soon as we get there. The paperwork for going to the countryside is almost done too. It's best to leave as soon as possible; it's getting colder and colder in the Northeast."

"Okay," Jiang Zhiyu replied.

He was very efficient and returned in just over half an hour, holding a brand-new letter of introduction with the words "Jiang Zhiyu" written on it. The photo showed Jiang Zhiyu with short hair and a slightly styled look, making her appear more mature than her actual age.

Song Yanzhou handed over the letter of introduction. "The notice to go to the countryside has also been issued. The train is at six o'clock tomorrow morning. After arriving in the Northeast, I will have to transfer to a long-distance bus. It will take about seven days."

Jiang Zhiyu accepted the letter of introduction, her fingertips tracing the three characters "Jiang Zhiyu," and she felt a little more at ease. Acting under a new identity would at least allow her to temporarily avoid those people's gaze.

"I'll take you to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if there's anything you need to take," Song Yanzhou said, leading the way out. "There's a shortage of medical care and medicine in rural Northeast China, so I've had some commonly used medicines prepared for you, and they'll be delivered to you later."

"No need to trouble yourself, I've prepared it myself." Jiang Zhiyu followed him, remembering the medicines she had stockpiled in Hong Kong, so she didn't ask him to prepare any more.

As soon as I stepped outside, I overheard the girls in the compound whispering among themselves!

Jiang Zhiyu remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard. Song Yanzhou quickened his pace and walked ahead of her, whispering, "Don't take it to heart, that's just how it is in this compound."

"It's nothing," Jiang Zhiyu said calmly. Having survived the apocalypse, these words had no effect on her.

There weren't many people in the supply and marketing cooperative. Jiang Zhiyu went straight to the daily necessities section, grabbed two dozen bars of soap, ten towels, and some needles, thread, buttons, and even two thimbles. Song Yanzhou, watching from the side, couldn't help but ask, "Buying so much?"

"It's hard to buy these in the countryside, so I'll stock up," Jiang Zhiyu said, then walked to the food section and bought five catties of White Rabbit milk candy, three catties of fruit candy, and two bags of biscuits.

"These……"

"It'll probably be harder to buy them over there," Jiang Zhiyu said, initially too lazy to explain, but seeing Song Yanzhou's surprised look, she inexplicably added, "If you cut in line, you can get some candy to bribe your way in, it'll be a little easier."

Watching her skillfully select items, Song Yanzhou knew she wasn't short of money. She was only seventeen, yet far more mature than her peers, as if she had already mastered the ways of the world.

He recalled the girl with dimples when she smiled in the file, and then looked at Jiang Zhiyu in front of him with her aloof eyes. He felt that what separated them was probably an experience that no one could touch.

After buying the items, Jiang Zhiyu asked the supply and marketing cooperative staff to help pack them, wrote down an address in Kaoshantun, and mailed them out on the spot.

Looking at the enormous package, Song Yanzhou knew that she wasn't the type to suffer, so he felt relieved.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Yanzhou took her to the logistics department and handed her the train ticket. "I've changed your ticket to a sleeper berth. It's a three-day journey, so a sleeper berth will be more comfortable."

"Thank you." Jiang Zhiyu took the backpack, and this time her thanks were more sincere than in the morning.

"Of course." Song Yanzhou looked at her, feeling that it was always difficult to get close to her. "If you encounter any difficulties in the Northeast, send a telegram back or contact the armed forces department."

"it is good."

By the time she returned to the guesthouse, it was already dusk. Jiang Zhiyu carefully put away the letter of introduction and the notice to go to the countryside, and then checked the supplies in her storage space again: military overcoat, thermal underwear, compressed biscuits, canned food, medicine... she had brought everything she needed.

0047 circled around, saying, "Host, with so much stuff we're taking, we could easily support more than a dozen people, let alone your parents. Don't forget, our space will be ready to receive the goods soon!"

Jiang Zhiyu responded and walked to the window to draw back the curtains. Downstairs, Song Yanzhou was still standing there, giving instructions to the sentry.

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her gaze, turned around and lay down. The smiling faces of the original owner's parents flashed through her mind, gradually overlapping with her parents in the apocalypse. Just like her, they also looked like her parents in the apocalypse. Would they notice that she was different from the original owner? Perhaps this was a parallel world, or perhaps it was her past life.