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

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the courtyard gate, locked it behind her, and turned to enter the space. As soon as she steadied herself, she saw 0047's virtual screen flashing before her eyes: "Host, look! I've piled all the old things I traded corn for in the west wing!"

She walked to the west and sure enough, she saw half a room full of things against the wall—a bronze stove, an old porcelain vase, an old wood carving, and several strings of polished copper coins. The moment her fingertips touched a Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain bowl, she felt a warm energy flow into her body through her fingertips, and the space seemed to tremble slightly.

"How was it? Did you get any special feelings?" 0047's voice was tinged with pride. "These old objects have their own spiritual energy. The more you collect, the more energy your space has. Last time, that jade ruyi made the space feel like it had gained a mountain!"

Jiang Zhiyu touched the rim of the bowl, a slight smile playing on her lips: "At this rate, could it really evolve into a small world?"

"Who knows!" 0047's screen flickered. "Even the mainframe says your space is one of a kind, with its own spiritual spring and the ability to upgrade. Your luck is simply heaven-defying!"

As they were talking, Hu Batian slowly swayed over and rubbed its big head against her palm. Its fur was much brighter than when it first entered the space, as if it had been coated with oil, and its amber eyes were very lively, clearly indicating that it had gained intelligence.

"Hungry?" Jiang Zhiyu rubbed its ears. "The spiritual spring water is to the east. Go drink it yourself, but don't step in it."

Tiger Overlord let out a low "roar," turned, and ran towards the spirit spring. When passing the spring, he deliberately circled around it, only licking the water downstream. This thoughtfulness was far more reliable than those treacherous "friends" in the apocalypse.

Jiang Zhiyu watched its retreating figure, her eyes turning cold. In her past life in the apocalypse, she had treated her teammates with all her heart, only to be pushed into feeding zombies. From then on, she understood that people's hearts were the most unreliable thing. In this life, she had parents to protect and a space to rely on; friends were unnecessary.

She walked towards the foot of the mountain, looking at the lush ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms on the slope, and felt at ease. These things cannot speak, but they are the most real. Watered with spiritual spring water, and with the time difference in space, they will grow into century-old ginseng in no time.

"Host, at this rate, we'll have thousand-year-old artifacts next year!" 0047 leaned closer. "Then we'll make a fortune on the black market!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled but didn't reply. She patted Hu Batian's back: "Come on, let's practice."

Tiger Tyrant immediately perked up, flicking its tail and assuming an attack stance. Jiang Zhiyu didn't hesitate, dodging its pounce and reaching out to lock its throat. But Tiger Tyrant was twice as fast as before, twisting its body to avoid the attack and sweeping its tail against her knees.

"Hey, you've improved?" Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, quickening her pace without using her special ability. After a few rounds, she was forced to retreat by Hu Batian, finally slamming her lower back into a tree trunk, while Hu Batian's claws gently rested on her shoulder.

"Well done," Jiang Zhiyu slapped its paw away, "with a little more practice, you might be able to beat me."

Tiger Overlord seemed to understand, and proudly shook its head, then quickly rubbed against her palm—it remembered clearly that once its master's vines wrapped around it, even a black bear would be doomed, so how could it dare to be truly proud of its own abilities?

Jiang Zhiyu found a stone bench to sit on and pulled out some old books she had collected in her spatial storage. Most of them were martial arts novels, all about fighting and killing without needing to think, which suited her perfectly. 0047 muttered beside her, "Host, look at the female protagonist in these books, isn't she just like you? She has a cheat ability, can fight monsters, and people always come to her for help..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Jiang Zhiyu turned a page. "I don't have as many romantic entanglements as the female lead."

"Just because it's not there now doesn't mean it won't be in the future." 0047's screen flickered ambiguously. "Like that Song..."

"Shut up." Jiang Zhiyu closed the book. "If you keep nagging, I'll lock you in a dark room."

0047 immediately fell silent, and the screen went dark.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't wake up until nine o'clock the next morning. She slowly got up, brushed her teeth and washed her face, then took out a face mask from her doomsday gear and applied it. The cool essence felt comfortable on her face, making her squint her eyes—this body was only seventeen years old, the perfect time to nourish her skin, and she couldn't be lazy about sun protection and skincare.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with satisfaction. Since transmigrating, she had been drinking spiritual spring water every day and nourished by wood-type supernatural abilities, and her height had quietly increased by two centimeters, almost reaching 1.72 meters. Her curves were firm and full where they should be, yet her waist was so slender that it could be encircled with one hand, and her two long, straight legs were long and shapely. Jiang Zhiyu herself was very satisfied with the sight.

"Not bad, not bad," she said, stroking her chin, "much better than the emaciated look she had in the apocalypse."

After changing clothes, a Hong Kong-style dim sum was already laid out on the mahogany table: crystal shrimp dumplings, plump and translucent, with the sweetness of whole shrimp in every bite; siu mai with thin skin and generous filling, the aroma of bamboo shoots and pork blended together; rice noodle rolls, smooth and slippery, coated with delicious sauce; and a bowl of boat congee, with fish slices and pork skin nestled in the thick rice porridge, sprinkled with scallions and fried dough sticks, steaming hot.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up her chopsticks and first took a shrimp dumpling. The tender shrimp meat combined with the chewy dumpling skin was so delicious it almost melted on her tongue. She then scooped up a spoonful of porridge, the warm rice porridge sliding down her throat, carrying the aroma of seafood and meat, and she sighed contentedly.

"Life is so much better now," she thought as she ate. "A hundred times better than eating compressed biscuits in the apocalypse."

Just as she finished eating, she heard a slight noise outside the courtyard gate. Jiang Zhiyu flashed out of her spatial dimension, changed into an old piece of clothing, and then opened the door—sure enough, she saw Jinbao squatting by the threshold, holding a small twig in his hand, idly marking the ground.

"You're here?" Jiang Zhiyu stuffed two crab roe buns into his hand. "Eat quickly, don't let anyone see."

Jinbao's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it, glanced at it from left to right, opened his mouth, and took a big bite. The fresh aroma of crab roe mixed with the oiliness of pork exploded in his mouth, making him gasp for breath, but he couldn't bear to let go, and swallowed one in a few bites.

"Sister Jiang, what is this?" He licked his lips, his eyes sparkling. "It's so delicious! It's even better than the meat buns the brigade leader's family eats during Chinese New Year!"

"Things from Hong Kong are really fresh!" Jiang Zhiyu smiled and wiped his mouth for him. "If you like them, I'll bring you some more next time."

"Really?" Jinbao smiled, revealing her two little tiger teeth. "Thank you, Sister Jiang!"

He slung his basket over his shoulder and skipped ahead, humming an off-key folk song. Jiang Zhiyu followed behind, her heart softening as she looked at his fluffy head. In the apocalypse, children Jinbao's age were either long gone or had to fight zombies with guns; there was no such carefree existence.

"[Host, look how cute human babies are.]" 0047 popped up again. "[If you had one, it would definitely be even cuter than Jinbao.]"

Jiang Zhiyu paused, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

[I'm not making this up,] 0047's screen flashed cheerfully, [Look how handsome Comrade Song is, if you had a child with her, it would definitely be both smart and good-looking.]

"Shut up." Jiang Zhiyu's face was a little hot. "If you mention it again, I'll dismantle your program."

"Who will inform you if I'm demolished?" 0047 said, sounding aggrieved. "Besides, Comrade Song is so good to you. He gives you tickets and worries about you. Last time at the Armed Forces Department, the way he looked at you..."

"Shut up!" Jiang Zhiyu snapped, causing Jinbao to turn around and look at her.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's alright." She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. "Let's hurry up and try to finish cutting the pig feed as soon as possible today."

When the two reached the top of the slope, Jinbao deftly wielded his small sickle, while Jiang Zhiyu leaned against a tree, her mind flashing with Song Yanzhou's face. It wouldn't be bad to have a baby with such good looks.

She went home for a quick lunch, then took out her bicycle and prepared to go for a ride in town.

As soon as she stepped out of the village, she saw the educated youth and villagers gathered by the roadside, looking at her with complicated expressions.

"Look at that young educated youth, Jiang, having a bicycle is so convenient," an old woman said enviously. "He can ride it wherever he wants to go, unlike us, who have to walk for two hours to get to town."

"Not only do they have bicycles, they also have money," another auntie chimed in. "I heard her parents run a big business in Shanghai, and the money they send is enough for an ordinary person to live on for several years."

"How can we compare to them?" a man sighed. "We rely on those few work points all year round, while they can just bring some things from home and be better off than us."

Jiang Zhiyu pretended not to hear, pushed off with her foot, and the bicycle shot off. As she passed the educated youth compound, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Wenwen standing at the door, her eyes fixed on her back like poisoned knives.

Seeing this, the other female educated youths subconsciously moved to the side, keeping a distance from Jiang Wenwen.

"Some people just overestimate themselves." Zhang Chong stood at the door, pursing his lips as he said to the female educated youth next to him, "The whole village knows about your own petty affairs, and you still have the nerve to be jealous of others?"

"Keep your voice down," a female educated youth tugged at him. "If she hears you, she'll go crazy."

"Going crazy won't help," Zhang Chong sneered.

Jiang Wenwen heard everything clearly, her nails digging deep into her palms until beads of blood seeped out. Gazing in the direction Jiang Zhiyu had gone, her vows grew increasingly vicious: Just you wait! Those of you who look down on me, one day I'll make you kneel before me and beg for mercy!