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

Jiang Zhiyu returned to the courtyard, added firewood to the stove, and watched the wisps of smoke rising from the chimney before turning and going inside. She took out a portion of Hong Kong-style roast meat and two pineapple buns from her storage space, and sat down at the table to eat slowly—these delicate dishes were too eye-catching to give to her parents for the time being, so she could only enjoy them herself.

After eating and drinking her fill, she lay down on the made-up bed and rested for a while. Hearing the sounds of villagers going to work outside the window, she decided to take a stroll in the deep mountains. She had longed for this primeval forest free of mutated plants for a long time. She glanced at the sun, estimating the time was about right, got up, changed into some old clothes that were easier to move in, and headed into the mountains.

She hadn't gone far when she caught sight of two familiar figures on the edge of the field—her parents were bending over, weeding the field, their movements somewhat slow, her mother occasionally pressing and rubbing her lower back. Jiang Zhiyu felt a pang of pain in her heart, and her steps faltered.

Now is not the time to show herself. She took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and turned to walk towards the more secluded back mountain. The most urgent task was to find the person behind this mess, only then could she truly help them.

"Sister Jiang! Are you going into the mountains?" Jinbao's voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and saw the little guy carrying a small basket on his back and holding a small sickle in his hand, looking up at her with his little face.

"Hmm, I'm going to gather some firewood." She smiled and ruffled his hair. "What are you doing here?"

"My mother and I have come to bring you food!" Jinbao held up the rough porcelain bowl in his hand. "Sister Jiang, there are bears in the mountains, so don't go too far!"

"Okay, thanks for reminding me." Jiang Zhiyu took out a piece of fruit candy from her pocket and gave it to him. She watched him skip away before continuing to walk into the mountains.

The further she went, the denser the vegetation became. Dead branches and fallen leaves crunched underfoot, and occasionally a bird would be startled, fluttering its wings and disappearing into the thicket. Ordinary villagers would rarely venture this far, but Jiang Zhiyu grew increasingly energetic—what was a dangerous place for others was, to her, a treasure trove.

"Host! There's a five-leaf ginseng three meters to the left!" 0047's voice rang in my mind, tinged with a hint of excitement.

Jiang Zhiyu parted the waist-high weeds and, sure enough, saw a ginseng plant topped with red fruit, its stem clearly bearing five compound leaves. She carefully crouched down, took out a small shovel from her spatial storage, and slowly dug around the ginseng root, removing the surrounding decaying leaves along with it. She then placed it back into her spatial storage.

"This is at least twenty years old, it's worth a fortune!" 0047 exclaimed in amazement.

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings. In a crack in the rocks not far away, several Rhodiola rosea plants were thriving, their fleshy leaves glistening with an oily sheen; on the slope, several clumps of *Immortal Grass* swayed gently in the wind, their purplish-brown flower spikes. She dug them up one by one, categorizing them and placing them into her spatial storage—these were all extremely rare medicinal herbs, useful whether for her parents' health or for future financial gain.

As they walked further in, the terrain gradually rose, and a faint warmth filled the air. Jiang Zhiyu used her wood-based abilities to clear a path, and as she parted the shrubs, a gentle slope suddenly opened up before her, covered with clusters of fresh hazel mushrooms and round mushrooms.

"And monkey head mushrooms!" Her eyes lit up. On the withered tree trunk beside her hung fluffy "monkey heads," each about the size of a fist. A few steps further down the slope, large patches of mountain fungus hung from the rock face, dark, thick, and glossy.

She took out the prepared bamboo basket and began picking mushrooms with practiced ease. Jiang Zhiyu was overjoyed with the hazel mushrooms, monkey head mushrooms, and wood ear fungus she collected—even happier than when she bought things for free during the apocalypse! These were food, after all! No one could understand her obsession with food. In no time, the basket was more than half full, and the air was filled with the unique aroma of fungi.

"Host, the temperature is even higher up ahead, there might really be a hot spring!" 0047's detection functions were fully activated, and its tone was excited.

Following the source of warmth, Jiang Zhiyu walked forward, passing through a patch of low ferns, and sure enough, heard the "gurgling" sound of water. Pushing aside the last vine, a steaming spring appeared before her eyes—a naturally formed hot spring, about half the size of a room, with crystal-clear water bubbling with fine bubbles, and the surrounding rocks tinged brown by the steam.

To her even greater surprise, several palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms were growing in the crevices of the rocks beside the hot spring. Their crimson caps gleamed with a lacquer-like sheen, with faint golden edges. Thick clusters of hazel mushrooms hung from the rock walls, and even tender ferns sprouted from the damp ground.

"I'm rich!" Jiang Zhiyu exclaimed softly. She carefully picked the Ganoderma lucidum, then gathered some hazel mushrooms and ferns. After collecting these, Jiang Zhiyu instructed 0047 to be on guard before taking off her outer clothes and stepping into the hot spring.

The warm spring water instantly enveloped her limbs, the surrounding air filled with the smell of sulfur, yet it felt incredibly comforting. The fatigue from walking for most of the day vanished in an instant, a tingling sensation seeping from her very bones. She waded into the deeper part of the water, leaned against the smooth rocks, and lazily closed her eyes—this was practically a natural therapeutic pool, it was so incredibly relaxing.

After soaking for about half an hour, her stomach started growling. She climbed ashore, dried herself, changed into clean clothes, and sat cross-legged in the nearby grass. She took out a small computer table from her spatial storage, placed a plate of shrimp dumplings, a plate of shumai, and a small dish of soy sauce chicken on it, and the aroma instantly filled the air. Jiang Zhiyu ate slowly and deliberately. Heavenly Father was really good to him; he had truly come to this world to enjoy life.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhiyu prepared to return home. She had only taken a dozen steps when she suddenly heard a swishing sound. Reacting quickly, Jiang Zhiyu ducked behind a large tree. A fully grown Siberian tiger emerged from the dense forest. It was about half a person's height, with light golden-brown fur and black stripes. Its amber eyes were fixed on her, and it was making low growling noises.

But the tiger king's posture was a bit comical—it was baring its teeth and striking a menacing pose, but its tail was wagging involuntarily, and its nose was sniffing hard, as if it was attracted by something, and its eyes even had a bit of...excitement?

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly remembered the spiritual spring water she had just drunk; it was probably the scent of the spiritual spring water that had attracted it. Without making a sound, she activated her wood-type ability, and several thick vines shot out from the ground with a "whoosh," quickly wrapping around the tiger's limbs.

Caught off guard by being bound, the Siberian tiger roared twice and struggled a few times. Finding that the vines were tightening, it obediently stopped moving, only staring at Jiang Zhiyu with a look of curiosity instead of ferocity.

"Want to drink this water?" Jiang Zhiyu walked over, took out an enamel bowl from her spatial storage, scooped out half a bowl of spiritual spring water, and held it to its mouth.

The tiger sniffed the air, its eyes lit up instantly, and it made a fawning growl in its throat, wagging its tail even more enthusiastically, just like a big dog begging for food.

"You can drink, but you have to listen to me." Jiang Zhiyu took back the bowl. "I'll let go of you. Don't move. Nod if you understand."

The Siberian tiger actually nodded, its amber eyes full of anticipation.

Jiang Zhiyu removed the vines and scooped up a full basin of spiritual spring water, placing it on the ground. The tiger immediately rushed over and drank happily, its tail sweeping across the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

After it finished drinking, Jiang Zhiyu got up to leave, but unexpectedly the tiger grabbed her trouser leg and tugged at it gently, its eyes filled with reluctance.

"I can't take you down the mountain," Jiang Zhiyu said helplessly, looking at it. "I have a place where you can stay, with an endless supply of spiritual spring water, but you won't have any freedom once you go in. Are you willing?"

The tiger tilted its head, as if it understood, and nodded vigorously, even rubbing against her arm, looking very obedient.

"Don't cause any trouble once you're inside, or I'll skin you alive and make soup with you," Jiang Zhiyu threatened.

The tiger shrank its neck and quickly nodded.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and shook her head, then with a thought, she stored the tiger in her spatial storage. 0047 exclaimed in her mind: [Host! It just drank some spiritual spring water and seems to have gained some intelligence! Shall I name it? How about "Tiger Overlord"? Pretty imposing!]

Jiang Zhiyu: "...Whatever you say."

She continued down the mountain, collecting a lot of wild game along the way—pheasants fluttering in the grass, rabbits darting in the bushes, and even two fat wild boars and a few silly roe deer. She put them all into her spatial storage and had 0047 take care of them.

As she neared the foot of the mountain, she took out a basket from her spatial storage, filled it with withered branches and leaves, and pretended to have just finished gathering firewood. Passing by the field ridges, several villagers on their way to work saw her and were somewhat surprised—this seemingly delicate young woman actually knew how to gather firewood?

Jiang Zhiyu ignored their gazes and went straight back to the courtyard, where she stacked firewood in the shed. After washing up, she slipped into her spatial dimension.

Inside the space, 0047 had already sorted and planted the medicinal herbs in the black soil. After watering them with spiritual spring water, each one exuded freshness. The Siberian tiger named "Tiger Overlord" was lying by the spiritual spring pool, staring longingly at the water, but dared not move. When it saw Jiang Zhiyu enter, it immediately wagged its tail and came over, like a large dog.

"Drink up." Jiang Zhiyu scooped a basin of water and placed it in front of it. She then walked to the edge of the medicinal herb field, looking at the vibrant plants, and pondered in her heart—it was 75 now, and there were still two years until the resumption of the college entrance examination in 77. She would try to get a set of college entrance examination materials, take the exam, and when the time came, given her parents' status, they would probably be recalled to the city. With the villa blocking those people's attention, her parents would be safe here.

She understands the country's direction and knows how many opportunities the next few decades will bring. Even if she has everything she needs, she wants to help her parents seize the opportunities of the times and taste the joy of making a fortune.

Jiang Zhiyu patted Hu Batian's head, her eyes lighting up—she was becoming more and more satisfied with life in Kaoshantun.