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

Just as dawn was breaking, a rapid clanging of a gong shattered the tranquility of Kaoshantun. Jiang Zhiyu emerged from her spatial dimension and quickly slipped on an inconspicuous cotton-padded jacket—one she had specifically chosen to avoid drawing attention.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the cold autumn wind rushed in. Jiang Zhiyu wrapped her coat tighter and walked towards the brigade headquarters square. Along the way, she encountered many villagers carrying farm tools, their eyes fixed on her, some with amazement, some with curiosity, and some with an indescribable scrutiny.

"Is that the educated youth who rode the bicycle yesterday? He's really handsome!"

"I heard she's strong enough to crush rocks, she's not someone to mess with..."

Jiang Zhiyu walked straight to the square without looking to the side. The square was already crowded with people. Eight new educated youths huddled in a corner, and Jiang Wenwen was breathing on her frozen red hands, her face full of reluctance.

Captain Chen stood on the stone roller, cleared his throat, and said, "Quiet down, everyone! Let me introduce you. These eight are the new educated youth. From now on, they'll be working in our team. Same rules as before: the men will go to the fields, the women will follow the women's team, and you educated youth..." He glanced at the few young, delicate-looking men, "Learn from them first, and don't be lazy!"

A low chuckle rippled through the crowd. Captain Chen's wife, Aunt Wang, came over and pulled Jiang Zhiyu towards the women's team: "Little Jiang, come with me, I'll get you some work to do."

"Aunt Wang," Jiang Zhiyu asked in a low voice, "is there any work that requires fewer work points but offers more freedom?" She needed to find a reason that would allow her to freely go into the mountains.

Aunt Wang paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "You want some peace and quiet? How about... you go cut pig feed? It's easy work, but you only get two work points a day. You can't do it for more than two days, it'll be hibernation soon." She lowered her voice, "I'll have my grandson Jinbao take you, that kid knows the way well."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She approached Captain Chen and explained her purpose. The captain raised an eyebrow at her—this girl really didn't care about work points. He waved his hand: "Alright, let Jinbao take you." He then called out to the crowd, "Jinbao! Come here!"

A chubby-faced boy, about ten years old, ran over, wearing an oversized cotton-padded coat, his face red from the cold: "Grandpa!"

"Take this educated youth, Jiang, to cut pig feed and teach him properly," Captain Chen instructed.

"Okay!" Jinbao replied crisply, then turned to Jiang Zhiyu with a wide grin, revealing two small tiger teeth. "Sister Jiang, come with me!"

This scene, witnessed by Jiang Wenwen, immediately enraged her: "Captain! Why is she allowed to cut pig feed while we have to go to the fields to clear wasteland?"

Captain Chen frowned and shouted impatiently, "You want to go too? Fine! Two work points a day for cutting pig feed, whether that's enough for your food rations is up to you! Our Kaoshantun village doesn't support idlers. If you want to rest, fine, as long as your family sends enough food ration coupons!"

Jiang Wenwen choked, her face turning pale and then red. Seeing the disdainful looks from the villagers around her, she could only grit her teeth, pick up her hoe, and follow the group into the fields. The other educated youths quickly followed, and no one dared to utter another word.

Jinbao pulled Jiang Zhiyu up the mountain, chattering all the way: "Sister Jiang, cutting pig feed is so easy!..." He pointed to the wild grass by the roadside, introducing each type one by one, "Remember? Just cut these kinds, and be careful not to cut the poisonous ones!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and nodded, then secretly plucked a few leaves and tossed them into her spatial storage when he wasn't looking—with 0047 there, he wouldn't have trouble recognizing her. She took out two White Rabbit milk candies from her pocket, peeled one and put it in Jinbao's mouth, and stuffed the other into his cotton-padded coat pocket: "Thanks, little teacher."

Jinbao, with a milk candy in his mouth, had eyes that shone like stars: "Sister Jiang, you're so kind!" He smacked his lips, "This candy is so sweet! My mother said we can only eat this during the New Year."

"If you like it, I'll bring you more next time." Jiang Zhiyu smiled and ruffled his hair.

Jinbao became even more energetic, wielding his small sickle and cutting grass quickly while humming an off-key nursery rhyme. In no time, he had filled two baskets, and even Jiang Zhiyu's basket was overflowing.

"Sister Jiang, I'll go cut some more, that's enough for today!" Jinbao picked up his basket and headed deeper into the forest.

Jiang Zhiyu sat down on the hillside to rest, her gaze sweeping down the hillside—on the ridge of the field, Jiang Wenwen was being scolded by an old farmer, probably for not working properly; Zhang Chong, on the other hand, was quick and efficient, hoeing the ground alongside the women without any hesitation.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes. Jinbao jumped in fright and hid behind Jiang Zhiyu: "Sister Jiang, there's... there's something!"

Jiang Zhiyu frowned and stood up, extending her supernatural power—it wasn't a snake, but a plump pheasant! With lightning speed, a vine silently wrapped around the pheasant's leg, and with a sudden tug, the pheasant fluttered twice and then fell silent.

"Got it!" Jiang Zhiyu picked up the pheasant, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "Jinbao, extra treat today!"

Jinbao's eyes widened, and he clapped his hands excitedly, "Great! We get to eat meat!"

The two walked a bit further up the mountain and found a sheltered, open spot. Jinbao volunteered, "Sister Jiang, I'll go deal with the pheasant! There's a stream over there, I'll be right back!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, and while he was gone, she took out a few stones from her spatial storage and built a makeshift stove, and also gathered some dry branches. By the time Jinbao returned with the cleaned pheasant, the campfire was already burning brightly.

She skewered the pheasant on a tree branch and roasted it over the fire. The oil dripped onto the flames, sizzling and releasing an irresistible aroma. Jinbao swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the roasting chicken.

"Almost done." Jiang Zhiyu pulled a small packet of barbecue seasoning from her pocket—she had stocked up on it in Hong Kong; it was sweet, perfect for roasting chicken. The aroma intensified the moment it was sprinkled on.

She tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Jinbao: "Try it."

Jinbao took a big bite, gasping for breath from the heat, but couldn't bear to let go: "Delicious! So delicious! It's much better than the meat my mom makes!"

Jiang Zhiyu also tore off a piece of meat; the meat was firm and had a faint sweetness—it was indeed quite good. The two of them quickly devoured the pheasant, even gnawing the bones until they gleamed.

Jinbao deftly extinguished the campfire with soil, then buried the bones, patting his chest and declaring, "My grandpa said that you can't leave any traces when you eat in the mountains, or you'll attract wild animals!"

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled; this child was quite sensible.

The two carried baskets full of pig feed down the mountain. When they reached the pigpen, the feed was weighed, and the scorekeeper drew a "two" on her notebook—that was her work points for the day. Jinbao waved and ran home to share the good news, while Jiang Zhiyu carried her empty basket back to her small courtyard.

Just as I reached the courtyard gate, before I could even open it, I heard a nonchalant voice behind me: "Hey, isn't this Jiang Zhiqing?"

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and saw a young man in a floral cotton-padded jacket leaning against a tree, his hair disheveled, his eyes filled with ill intent. It was Liu Erniu, Aunt Liu's son from yesterday.

She frowned. "What is it?"

Liu Erniu licked his lips, walked up to her, and tossed his hair in what he thought was a dashing manner: "My mother said it's inconvenient for you to live alone, so she sent me to check on you." He took out two eggs and handed them to Jiang Zhiyu, "These are cooked by my mother to help you recover."

The eggshell was still covered in mud; it looked dirty. Jiang Zhiyu took a step back, her tone icy: "No need, get out."

"Hey, you're pretty arrogant, aren't you?" Liu Erniu's face darkened. He put away the eggs and tried to grab her hand. "Don't push your luck! In this Kaoshantun, there's no woman I've set my sights on but can't have!"

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes flashed with a sharp light. She grabbed his wrist with her other hand, and a crisp "crack" was heard, followed by Liu Erniu's pig-like scream: "Ah—my hand!"

She didn't stop, and immediately kicked him, sending Liu Erniu flying a meter away. Jiang Zhiyu walked over, stepped on his chest, bent down slightly, grabbed his chin with one hand, and with another "crack," his jaw was dislocated. She then stood up and wiped her hands.

"Ooh... ooh ooh..." Liu Erniu was covered in cold sweat from the pain. He wanted to curse but couldn't make a sound. He could only wave his other hand in vain.

It was during the workday break when villagers passed by and were terrified by what they saw. They all gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Aunt Liu suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seeing her son's horrific state, she immediately sat down on the ground, slapping her thigh and wailing, "Murder! The educated youth beat him! Is there no law?! If anything happens to my son, I'll fight you to the death!"

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, looking down at her with eyes as cold as ice: "Didn't I warn you yesterday not to mess with me? It seems you ignored me."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and stomped on Liu Erniu's arm, another sharp cracking sound. Aunt Liu's crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at Jiang Zhiyu in horror—this female educated youth was truly ruthless!

Jiang Zhiyu glanced around at the villagers watching, her voice clear and bright: "I, Jiang Zhiyu, am telling you all frankly, I have no interest in finding a partner in this village. If anyone dares to provoke me like this again, don't blame me for being impolite!" She kicked Liu Erniu on the ground, "Today he only broke his arm and dislocated his jaw; next time, it'll be his leg!"

The villagers gasped, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Jiang Zhiyu. This wasn't a female educated youth; she was a demon!

"Everyone disperse! Are you going to work this afternoon?" Captain Chen rushed over and, seeing the scene before him, rubbed his temples in exasperation.

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and said helplessly, "Little Jiang, you've vented your anger, that's enough. Let's reattach his arm and chin."

Jiang Zhiyu pursed her lips, took out work gloves from her pocket and put them on, squatted down and grabbed Liu Erniu's arm, snapping it back into place with a "snap". Then she pinched his chin, applied a little force, and snapped it back into place with a "click".

As soon as Liu Erniu was able to speak, he howled in pain: "You bitch! I'm not done with you!" Jiang Zhiyu slapped him hard, and his left cheek swelled up instantly.

"Want to try again?" Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow.

Liu Erniu fell silent instantly, trembling with pain, but dared not utter another sound.

Aunt Liu quickly got up, helped her son, and slunk away, not daring to utter another harsh word.

Captain Chen waved his hand: "Disperse! Stop looking!" He leaned closer to Jiang Zhiyu and lowered his voice, "Go easy on her next time, it's a human life after all."

"He never learns his lesson, I'll teach him a lesson. Besides, I'm not afraid if this matter goes to the police station. Let's see who gets shot." Jiang Zhiyu clapped her hands, turned around, opened the door, and went into the yard.

The villagers who had gathered looked at each other, no one daring to say another word, and dispersed. After this incident, everyone knew that the new female educated youth who had come to Kaoshan Village was a tough nut to crack.

Jiang Zhiyu closed the door, leaned against it, and chuckled softly—finally, she could have a few days of peace and quiet. She turned and went into the space, looking at the lush green vegetables inside, and felt much better.