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

Jiang Zhiyu stayed in the guesthouse room until the agreed time. It was already pitch black outside, with only a few dim streetlights shining. She walked to the window and pushed it open a crack—down in the corridor, the old man on duty was yawning and patrolling, the beam of his flashlight swaying back and forth.

These days, staying at guesthouses is strictly monitored, and going out at night is likely to attract attention. She glanced at the height of the second floor, activated her wood-type ability to create a vine, wrapped one end around the window frame, and Jiang Zhiyu slid down the vine, landing almost silently.

Following the route I remembered, I walked towards the old stage, a gentle night breeze blowing. The grove of trees around the stage was pitch black, barely visible thanks to the moonlight.

Jiang Zhiyu first moved five thousand catties of corn out of her spatial storage, stacking them into several neat rows. She then deliberately stomped on the ground several times, leaving messy footprints—that's how a legitimate transaction would look. She sat on the top bag of corn, took out a compressed biscuit, and slowly ate it while waiting for the black market boss and his men to arrive.

Before long, the creaking of wheels came from afar, and three carts crept in under the cover of darkness. It seemed the black market boss also valued this transaction, personally leading the way. Carrying a lantern, his eyes lit up instantly upon seeing the small mountain of corn, and he grinned, "Comrade Jiang, you truly keep your word!"

"In business, integrity is key." Jiang Zhiyu stood up and patted the crumbs off her hands.

Liang Er waved his hand, and the men behind him immediately got to work, busily carrying and weighing the corn. He then carried a heavy wooden box to Jiang Zhiyu, unlocked it, and said, "Comrade Jiang, take a look at these items and see if they suit your taste. I've calculated the market price, so you definitely won't lose out."

The box was lined with red velvet and contained several old objects: a small blue-and-white porcelain jar with a warm and lustrous glaze; two jade pendants, one carved with a dragon and phoenix and the other with a Maitreya Buddha, both polished to a glossy shine; and three scroll paintings, the paper of which looked quite old.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the small blue-and-white porcelain jar, her fingertips tracing the intertwined floral pattern on its surface. It felt cool to the touch, carrying a serene aura. "Not bad," she nodded. "I'll take all of these."

"Great!" Liang Er laughed even more heartily. "In the future, Comrade Jiang, if you have any goods, just come to me! I, Liang Er, guarantee that the price will be absolutely fair!" He really liked this corn—he had secretly cooked the leftover corn on the table during the day, and its sweetness had even impressed his picky old father, who said that it could be used to smooth things over.

After the men loaded all the corn onto the cart, Liang Er checked the accounts with Jiang Zhiyu again: "Five thousand catties, at 15 cents per catty, that's seven hundred and fifty yuan in total. These items are worth six hundred yuan each, so how about I give you the remaining one hundred and fifty in cash?"

"Okay, that's fine this time. Next time, I'll want the same old items."

Liang Er's eyes lit up: "So, Comrade Jiang also has corn?"

"Hmm, I'll get you some other grains next time." Jiang Zhiyu didn't elaborate. The black soil in the space was still growing wheat and rice, and there were also 5000 catties of corn. He didn't intend to trade it all with him. Taking out too much grain at once and letting it enter the market would definitely be noticed as abnormal by people's sensitive senses nowadays. It's better to have a steady stream of grain.

After seeing Liang Er and his group off, and until the sound of the cart completely disappeared into the night, Jiang Zhiyu bent down and picked up the wooden box. Just as she was about to put it into her spatial storage, her wrist suddenly felt a heavy pull—her spatial storage was about to upgrade again!

She quickly closed her eyes, letting her body be swept into that familiar space. When she opened her eyes again, the sight before her made her gasp: in the once flat space, there had suddenly appeared a lush, green hill! The hill was covered with tender green grass and trees, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

"Host! This time, one of those old items must have spiritual energy!" 0047 shouted excitedly. "Look at that mountain! Think of how much stuff we can store there!"

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the foot of the mountain and brushed her fingertips across a newly sprouted blade of grass. Strangely, her wood-type ability became unusually active, flowing into the grass through her fingertips, and the blade of grass grew half an inch taller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The scent of plants here... can nourish superpowers?" She sat down in surprise and closed her eyes to feel it. Strands of energy surged in from all directions, flowing along her meridians. Her superpowers, which had been somewhat sluggish, became much smoother, like polished jade.

"Roar!" Tiger Overlord's roar suddenly came.

Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes and saw the Siberian tiger trotting over. Its fur was much shinier than yesterday, as if it had been washed, and its eyes were more lively. She stroked its head: "It seems the spiritual energy in the space is also beneficial to you."

Hu Batian rubbed his hand against her palm, letting out a comfortable purr.

Jiang Zhiyu got up and walked towards the courtyard. As she passed the box of old objects, she noticed that a jade ornament was missing—the jade ruyi that had been polished to a high gloss. She figured it had been absorbed by the space, which had caused this upgrade. She moved the remaining porcelain and calligraphy to a room she had specially cleared out on the second floor of the courtyard, and then said to 0047, "Hurry all the wild animals we collected from the mountain last time back up there and let them find their own food."

"Alright!"

After dealing with all this, Jiang Zhiyu exited the spatial dimension and climbed back into her guesthouse room through the back window. Having tossed and turned for most of the night, she fell asleep the moment her head hit the bed and slept soundly without a single dream.

The next morning, after washing up, Jiang Zhiyu went to the state-run restaurant and ate a bowl of wontons before heading to the post office. She had been in An County for so long, she should write back to Song Yanzhou and Commander Li—when she left Shanghai, Commander Li had specifically instructed her to let him know she was safe and sound after settling in.

The post office wasn't crowded. A woman in blue overalls was sitting behind the counter, knitting a sweater for her child, the needles moving rapidly. Jiang Zhiyu knocked on the counter: "Comrade, I need to send two letters."

The woman glanced up at her and pointed to the table next to her: "The paper and pen are over there. Write it yourself. When you're done, bring it to be weighed." Her tone wasn't exactly warm—these days, people with formal jobs tend to be a bit arrogant.

Jiang Zhiyu took out two White Rabbit milk candies from her pocket and handed them over, saying, "Big sister, thank you for your help."

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw the milk candy, and she stopped what she was doing. "Hey, you little rascal, don't be so polite." She took the milk candy and stuffed it into her pocket, her attitude immediately changing. She got up and took out some stationery, an envelope, and a pen. "Come on, sit here and write. The light is good."

"Thank you, elder sister." Jiang Zhiyu sat down and quickly wrote two letters. In the letter to Song Yanzhou, she only said that she had settled down in Kaoshantun and was safe and sound; the letter to Commander Li was even simpler, in addition to reporting that she was safe and sound, she also mentioned that "everything is fine here, don't worry."

After writing and sealing the envelope, the woman took it and asked, "Where should I send it?"

"All are sent to Shanghai."

The woman took out the stamps and was about to stick them when Jiang Zhiyu's eyes suddenly lit up—she had almost forgotten that stamps from this era were rare, especially those from special years, which would become priceless in the future.

She then took four milk candies out of her pocket and placed them on the counter: "Ma'am, I like collecting stamps. Do you have any expired or misprinted stamps? Could you sell me a few?"

The woman smiled broadly when she saw the four milk candies: "You sweet girl! Just call me Sister Zhou." She put the milk candies away. "Wait, let me look for them for you. There are a lot of them piled up in the back warehouse, all covered in dust."

A moment later, Sister Zhou brought over a cardboard box filled with old stamps, piled up haphazardly. "Choose whichever you like."

Jiang Zhiyu squatted in front of the box, flipping through the stamps one by one. Most of them were ordinary commemorative stamps, but there were also a few rare ones mixed in—one of which was printed with the Pagoda Hill in Yan'an, and another was an early work of workers, peasants and soldiers, all in good condition.

She picked out a dozen or so photos, and deliberately chose a few that looked inconspicuous to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Sister Zhou, how much are these?"

Sister Zhou waved her hand: "It's not worth much, just give me a dollar." She paused, then remembered something, "Oh, right, our director has a set of misprinted stamps that he's about to return. If you're interested, I can get them for you to take a look?"

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat: "Printed incorrectly? What kind?"

"It seems... there's something wrong with the map on it." Sister Zhou lowered her voice. "I'll get it for you, but don't tell anyone."

A few minutes later, Sister Zhou returned with a small paper bag containing a stamp. Jiang Zhiyu opened it and held her breath—it was the "All Rivers and Mountains Are Red" stamp! Although it was a misprint, it was a rare item that would fetch astronomical prices in later generations!

"This..." She suppressed her excitement and pretended not to understand. "It looks so bright red, it's quite festive."

Sister Zhou laughed and said, "Take it if you like it. Returning it will just be treated as scrap. Just give me two yuan."

"Thank you, Sister Zhou!" Jiang Zhiyu quickly took out her money, afraid that she might change her mind.

After mailing the letter and chatting with Sister Zhou for a few more minutes, Jiang Zhiyu finally left the post office with the stamps in her pocket. The sunlight felt warm and comforting on her skin. She looked down and touched the stamps in her pocket, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her face—this trip to An County was definitely the right decision.