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

Upon returning to headquarters, the first thing Zhang Qi did was call Elder Gao.

He gave a detailed report on the captured equipment, and finally mentioned Jiang Zhiyu's parting words: "To forge iron, one must be strong oneself; one cannot become dependent on a particular path."

After listening, Old Gao remained silent for a long time.

"Yes," he said softly, "we're facing a talent shortage, a weak industrial base, and tough challenges in every sector. We've been too hasty. We can't build a skyscraper from scratch."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"But we must always keep going. We must take it one step at a time; we can't rush it, but we also can't stop."

"Yes, sir."

……

When Jiang Zhiyu returned to her courtyard from the East China Sea, it was already evening.

The grapevines in the yard are denser than last year, with layers upon layers of leaves. Sunlight filters through the gaps, casting shimmering gold patterns on the ground.

Song Yanzhou is getting busier and busier.

With constant conflicts in the surrounding area, his workload was even heavier than before, even though he was in Kyoto. I hadn't seen him for almost half a month. He was never home when he was on missions, and even when he was home, he would come back late at night and leave before dawn.

She stood in the yard holding her daughter, watching her son wobbling under the grape trellis.

Sometimes she envied those ordinary young couples who had their own little home, a job, and a simple, warm life.

"Host, the peaceful and warm life you described is only built on the foundation of national stability."

"Yes. National stability is the prerequisite for ensuring basic needs are met."

Just as I was feeling sentimental, my daughter in my arms suddenly looked up and opened her mouth.

"Mother."

Jiang Zhiyu was completely stunned.

"Seventeen, did you hear that?"

"Host, I heard it! The little master just called for his mother!"

She picked up her daughter and spun her around several times. Song Zhiyao giggled as she was spun around, her little arms and hands outstretched like a fluttering butterfly.

"Call me again, call me 'Mommy' again." She lifted her daughter up in front of her, her face full of expectation.

The little guy tilted his head and looked at her, his mouth moving slightly.

"Mother."

A soft, sweet sound.

"Ah, isn't she so cute!"

Jiang Zhiyu hugged her daughter and showered her with kisses, making the little girl giggle. When she tried to push her daughter's face away but couldn't, she simply tilted her head back and laughed with her mouth wide open.

She put Song Zhiyao down, then picked up her son and kissed him.

"Son, call me Mom."

Song Zhizheng stared at her with his big, dark eyes, not saying a word. He mumbled and blew bubbles, a string of baby talk that no one could understand.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart was completely melted by their cuteness.

Looking back over these three years, she truly felt incredibly happy.

A stable society, an inexhaustible supply of food. Although the country is still somewhat poor and weak, it is truly striving for development.

This is what those who come from the end times crave most.

God knows that facing those ruins of the apocalypse every day, and that perpetually gray, never-seeing-blue sky, would drive any normal person insane.

She looked up at the azure sky above and kissed her son on the cheek.

This time travel was a huge success!

……

That evening, Song Yanzhou returned home, a rare occurrence.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Zhiyu hugging and kissing her son passionately. The little boy leaned against her with a look of enjoyment on his face, his mouth stretched into a crescent moon shape.

He was a little envious of this brat.

His wife has always been very restrained towards him, but she is incredibly kind to the two little ones, kissing and hugging them whenever she wants without reservation.

He walked over and hugged Jiang Zhiyu from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Wife, you haven't kissed me."

"Song Yanzhou, how old are you! Still competing for attention with a child."

"But honey, our relationship as husband and wife comes first. You haven't seen me for so many days, and I miss you every single day."

Jiang Zhiyu felt a little guilty.

That's true. When she gets busy, she even forgets about her child, let alone Song Yanzhou.

She put her son down, turned around and hugged him, then stood on tiptoe and kissed his stubble-covered face.

"You look so tired these past few days, haven't you been eating properly? I'll stew you a chicken soup later to help you recover."

"Wife, I need you to make it up."

His lips gently brushed against her ear, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

Jiang Zhiyu's ears immediately turned red.

Song Yanzhou saw it, but didn't expose it, and continued to whisper in her ear.

"Honey, I'll wash up and wait for you tonight, okay?"

Jiang Zhiyu stepped on his foot, then angrily picked up her son and left.

This Song Yanzhou is getting more and more unserious. How come I never noticed before?

"Host, he used to treat you with awe and worship. Now that you're his wife and have a child, his possessiveness has kicked in."

"You know all this stuff?"

"Ah, all the books I've been scanning lately say that men in this era are chauvinistic. But I've observed that Song Yanzhou doesn't seem to be. At least, it's rare for men in this era to fetch water for their wives to wash their feet, take care of the children, or cook. Song Yanzhou is quite qualified!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, "That makes sense."

She glanced back again and saw that Song Yanzhou was already busy in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wearing Su Wanqing's floral apron, and chopping vegetables.

She went into the house, took out some fruits and vegetables from her storage space, carried them into the kitchen, and handed them to him.

"Use these to make some complementary food for your child; it's highly nutritious."

Song Yanzhou took it, didn't even glance at it, and started washing it directly in the basin.

This was an unspoken understanding between the couple. He never questioned the origin of anything she brought home; it was a family consensus that his wife had secrets. Being able to enjoy the benefits his wife brought was already a great blessing, and he dared not dwell on it too much.

……

When Su Wanqing returned home that evening, she saw the situation and immediately took her two grandsons away.

My daughter and son-in-law haven't been together for many days, so I can't let those two little guys go over and cause trouble.

Once his mother-in-law left, Song Yanzhou became completely unruly.

He took a bath like a cat that had been soaked in hot water, shaved his whiskers, combed his hair neatly, and then picked up Jiang Zhiyu and carried her to the bedroom.