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

She woke up early the next morning to find the sun already high in the sky. The letter of introduction from the brigade leader was only valid for two days; she had to go back to Kaoshantun today. After washing up, she tucked the money into her pocket and headed to the supply and marketing cooperative. "I'm already here," she thought. 0047 scoffed, thinking, "It's just your hoarding urge again."

As soon as she entered the supply and marketing cooperative, all eyes immediately turned to her. Although the county town was more bustling than the village, it was rare to see a girl as striking as Jiang Zhiyu. With her fair skin, beautiful features, and bright eyes, she seemed to add a touch of brilliance to the dusty goods on the shelves when she stood in front of the counter.

Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes, she walked straight to the ready-to-wear section. She glanced at the hanging polyester shirts—the color was dull and lackluster, and the trousers were so wide they could fit two legs—and found them utterly unappealing. "The aesthetics of this era are truly hardcore," she muttered to herself, before turning and heading to the shoes and hats section.

"Comrade, how much are these sneakers?" she asked, pointing to the Warrior sneakers on the shelf.

"Three yuan and eighty cents a pair." The saleswoman was a middle-aged woman, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Jiang Zhiyu said decisively, "Take two pairs, and two more pairs of white mesh shoes." She also picked out two pairs of dark blue work pants, "Wrap these up too." These clothes are durable and wear-resistant, perfect for working in the village, and much more eye-catching than the fashionable clothes she brought from Hong Kong.

After paying, she went to the candy section and pointed to White Rabbit milk candy: "Five packs, please." She acted as if she were buying cabbage. The older women queuing nearby were astonished—this girl was spending far too much! Milk candy was a rare commodity; everyone bought it by the piece.

Just as she was about to leave, her eyes caught sight of a bottle of Moutai liquor in the corner of the counter. The red label on the glass bottle was somewhat faded, but that didn't stop her from recognizing the treasure. "How much is this liquor?"

"Seven yuan a bottle, receipt required," the salesperson replied.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat—a bottle of Moutai costing seven yuan could fetch millions in later years; this was practically a steal! Without batting an eye, she pulled a handful of White Rabbit candies from her pocket and handed them to the saleswoman: "Ma'am, I don't have a coupon, but I really need this liquor. Could you make an exception and give me a few more bottles?"

The saleswoman, clutching the milk candy, beamed, "You little rascal, you know how to handle things. Wait here, I'll go to the storeroom and check for you." A moment later, she brought out a whole box. "This is the last box; you want them all?"

"I'll take them all." Jiang Zhiyu's quick payment made everyone around her gasp—was this girl a rich young lady?

As she walked out carrying the suitcase, she keenly sensed several malicious gazes. A quick glance revealed three shady-looking young men leaning against the wall, their eyes fixed on the suitcase in her hands, their greed barely concealed.

Jiang Zhiyu curled her lips into a smile, and instead of heading towards the crowds, she turned into a quiet alley. Sure enough, the three thugs followed her, their footsteps light, but they didn't escape her ears.

At the end of the alley was a wall; it was a dead end.

Jiang Zhiyu stopped, put the Moutai liquor into her spatial storage, and as she turned around, vines "whooshed" out from her fingertips and wrapped around the wall. She used the vines to flip over and silently landed in the neighboring yard.

The yard was piled high with scrap metal, and an old man was dozing in a wicker chair, drool dripping from his mouth. Jiang Zhiyu tiptoed over and tapped on the table next to her. "Grandpa, do you have any waste newspapers here? I just came to the countryside and I want to buy some to wallpaper the walls." As she spoke, she handed him two White Rabbit milk candies.

The old man opened his eyes, saw the milk candies, and his eyes lit up. He waved his hand and said, "Go in and pick some. Just give me fifty cents."

"Thank you, sir." Jiang Zhiyu walked into the pile of scrap.

"0047, Scan."

[Host! There's something in that dressing table with the broken leg on the left front! And the bed and wardrobe that go with that dressing table also have hidden compartments.] 0047's voice was filled with excitement.

Jiang Zhiyu pretended to flip through a newspaper, walked to the dressing table, and secretly touched the wood with her fingertips. With a flick of her spatial ability, a soft "click" was heard, and everything in the hidden compartments of the dressing table and other furniture was stored inside. She scanned it with her divine sense and almost burst out laughing—it contained luminous pearls, diamonds, and several large and small yellow croakers. Most amazingly, a scroll painting, resembling an ancient painting, was tucked into the broken leg of the dressing table!

[Host! There are college entrance exam materials under the bed! A complete set!]

Jiang Zhiyu was secretly pleased. She walked to the bedside, put the documents into her spatial storage, and then rummaged through the pile of junk, finding a few comic books and a stack of old newspapers, pretending to be selecting them. After confirming that nothing was missing, she picked up the newspapers and walked up to the old man: "Grandpa, that's all."

The old man glanced at it and waved his hand: "Five cents."

After paying, Jiang Zhiyu walked out of the recycling station with the newspapers in her hand. Sure enough, the three thugs were still waiting at the alley entrance. Seeing that she only had a stack of tattered newspapers in her hand, a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes, but they still followed her at a distance.

She deliberately made several turns, her pace quickening until she finally disappeared into an abandoned courtyard. The thugs exchanged glances and followed her in, only to find the courtyard empty—Jiang Zhiyu had already ridden away through the back door on a bicycle hidden inside.

"Damn it! She got away!" a blond thug cursed.

"Chase her! She must have headed to the station!"

Jiang Zhiyu rode her bicycle, deliberately slowing down so they could see her from a distance. Originally there were five thugs, but now only three were following on bicycles.

She rode all the way to a deserted forest, then suddenly braked to a stop, stretched her wrists, and her knuckles cracked.

Three thugs stopped their car and, panting heavily, surrounded them. The leader, a blond-haired man, grinned maliciously, "Little girl, running away? Why aren't you running? We're just a bit short on cash lately, borrowing some money. Why are you running?"

"How much do you want?" Jiang Zhiyu asked casually.

"One hundred dollars!" the blond-haired man demanded exorbitantly.

"That's too little." Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. "How about two hundred?"

The thugs' eyes lit up, and they were about to say "That's great!" when Jiang Zhiyu kicked him. The blond-haired guy flew out like a tattered sack, crashing into a tree with a "thud" before sliding softly down. Another skinny guy rushed up, but she grabbed his arm and slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, making him wince in pain.

The last short, fat man was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a "thump": "Grandma! We were wrong! Here's all the money!" He took out more than twenty yuan from his pocket and offered it to her with both hands.

Jiang Zhiyu reached out to catch it, but the short, fat man suddenly grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at her face: "Go to hell!"

Jiang Zhiyu was prepared. She dodged to the side, grabbed the wrist of the man who was throwing dirt, and snapped it with a "crack." The short, fat man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but Jiang Zhiyu didn't stop. She slapped him repeatedly, turning his head into a swollen pig's head.

"Do you...do you know who we are?" the blond-haired man roared, enduring the pain. "We're Young Master Zhou's men! His father is the director of the Revolutionary Committee! If you dare touch us, we'll ruin your family!"

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes turned cold—people from the Revolutionary Committee? They couldn't be allowed to live. She activated her wood-type ability, and several vines shot out, instantly binding the three of them tightly.

"You...you're a monster!" The short, fat man cried out in terror, tears streaming down his face. "No, no, no, I'm a fairy! Fairy, spare my life! Fairy!"

"Since you've seen what you shouldn't have seen, there's really no need to waste food in this world. Food is so precious, it's a waste to eat it all." 0047 was speechless. This host of hers! It even wanted to go to the apocalypse to see what kind of hell it was that made someone so obsessed with food.

The three trembled with fear, begging for mercy and feigning misery. Jiang Zhiyu ignored them, using the vines to sprout sharp thorns that pierced their skin, allowing the apocalyptic ghost vine poison to seep into the wounds.

She put their bicycles back into her spatial storage, hopped on her own bike, and headed to the station. The toxin would take a while to take effect; she didn't have time to watch them die.

What Jiang Zhiyu didn't know was that the death scene he left behind was both horrific and bizarre. Three people were entangled in vines, their faces blackened, their eyes wide open. The vines were deeply embedded in their flesh where they were strangled, and there were no signs of human intervention in tying them; it was as if they had been strangled by living plants. Furthermore, no toxins could be detected, causing the county public security bureau a long and perplexing problem. Ultimately, it was declared a cold case. This instilled fear in the county's residents for a considerable period, and the remaining two thugs were utterly terrified.

When she arrived at the station, the last bus to town was about to leave. Jiang Zhiyu jumped on the bus, and as soon as she sat down, everyone's eyes were on her again—her face was simply too eye-catching.

She gave a cold sweep of her eyes, the chill in them making the men who had tried to strike up a conversation quickly lower their heads. The car swayed and rocked, and she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to rest, until they finally arrived in town after dark.

Finding a secluded corner, Jiang Zhiyu took out her bicycle and pedaled towards Kaoshan Village. By the time she returned to the village, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, dusk was falling, and only the barking of dogs could be heard.

As soon as she reached the courtyard gate, she saw Aunt Wang, the brigade leader's wife, standing there. Seeing her return, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Little Jiang, you're finally back! Your uncle told me he wouldn't feel at ease until he saw you come back."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." He said, forcefully stuffing a bag of peach shortbread and a bag of fruit candy into Aunt Wang's hands.

"Don't refuse Aunt Wang, this isn't for you, it's for my little teacher Jinbao."

"This is too valuable," Aunt Wang said, looking at the item in her hand with some difficulty.

"Hurry back, Aunt Wang, it's terribly cold. This little thing is nothing to Jinbao and me."

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Aunt Wang took the things and went back home, looking back every few steps.

After Aunt Wang left, Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the courtyard gate, went inside, locked the door, and immediately entered her spatial dimension.