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

Jiang Zhiyu slept soundly until dawn. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). She stretched, intending to linger in bed a little longer, when 0047's voice suddenly exploded in her mind: [Host! Song Yanzhou has been waiting outside for over an hour!]

"What?" Jiang Zhiyu sat up abruptly. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"How could I dare!" 0047 said, looking aggrieved. "Last time I woke you up, you looked at me like you wanted to tear me apart and put me back together. I'm just afraid you'll glare at me again..."

Jiang Zhiyu touched her nose guiltily—it seemed there was something to it; she hadn't given it a good look after it disturbed her sweet dreams last time. She quickly put on her clothes, tidied her hair in front of the mirror, walked briskly to the courtyard gate, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Song Yanzhou, still in his crisp military uniform, stood outside the door, but the bloodshot eyes and faint dark circles under them betrayed his exhaustion from a sleepless night. Seeing her open the door, he instantly straightened his back, his eyes shining brightly.

"Good morning, Comrade Jiang." His voice carried a hint of nervousness that he was trying to suppress.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped aside to let him in, and casually asked, "Have all the weapons been transported?"

"Yes, they were all safely delivered to the warehouse in the latter half of the night." Song Yanzhou followed her into the yard, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on her. "I... I have to go back to the unit to report for duty today."

"Oh, have a safe trip." Jiang Zhiyu poured her a bowl of hot water, wondering why he was standing still and seemed to want to say something but couldn't.

Song Yanzhou clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white. He hesitated for a full half minute before, as if making a huge decision, he looked up at her with a determined look in his eyes: "Comrade Jiang, I want to ask you... do you have a boyfriend?"

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

He took another half step forward, his voice lower but clear: "If you want to be in a relationship, what do you think of me?"

Jiang Zhiyu was completely dumbfounded. After coming to this world, she had indeed thought about finding someone to try dating and even planning to have a child for fun, but she didn't expect Song Yanzhou to be so direct—were confessions this simple and brutal in this era? She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to respond.

[Say yes, host!] 0047's mind raced with thoughts: [Commander Song has great genes and strong abilities; you two are a match made in heaven! Your baby will definitely be both smart and a formidable fighter!]

Jiang Zhiyu's head was throbbing from the noise, but Jinbao's round little face inexplicably flashed into her mind, and she nodded as if possessed.

Song Yanzhou froze on the spot like a robot that had been turned on, his eyes wide open as if he couldn't believe his eyes: "You...you nodded?"

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by his reaction and softly hummed in agreement.

"That's great!" Song Yanzhou clenched his fist and jumped up, then realized he'd overreacted and quickly steadied himself, his ears burning red. "Then I'll submit a report to the army about our relationship! If the organization approves, we can officially start dating!"

Jiang Zhiyu then remembered the rules of this era, that even dating required reporting, and couldn't help but smile: "Okay."

As if afraid she would change her mind, Song Yanzhou pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand: "I left in a hurry today and didn't take much with me. Take these first, and I'll send them to you later!" Before she could refuse, he turned and ran out the door. After a couple of steps, he turned back, gave her a perfect military salute, and said, "Comrade Jiang, wait for my news!" Then he disappeared like a gust of wind.

Jiang Zhiyu clutched the banknotes in her hand, watching the direction he disappeared in, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. That guy, his excited reaction just now was more like something someone his age would do! He's usually far too mature.

She went back inside, too lazy to even cut pig feed. She took out a plate of Hong Kong-style breakfast from her spatial storage: translucent crystal shrimp dumplings, the fresh shrimp filling barely visible; rice noodle rolls coated in a sweet and savory sauce, sprinkled with bright green scallions; and two golden, crispy egg tarts, their layers of flaky pastry clearly defined. She ate slowly, the initial panic from the sudden confession gradually replaced by a strange warmth.

[Host, you haven't put the chicken blood stone gourd you received yesterday into your space yet!] 0047 suddenly reminded you.

Jiang Zhiyu then remembered the pigeon blood stone gourd that Qi Zhengli and his wife had given her last night. She hadn't been able to put it into her spatial storage in front of them, so she had kept it in her pocket. She took it out and placed it on the table. The gourd was entirely red, as if it had been soaked in fresh blood. It was of the highest quality, with a smooth and oily surface, clearly indicating that it had been handled for many years. The character "Qi" engraved on the bottom of the gourd was small and exquisite, clearly a family heirloom, much like the teardrop jade pendant with the character "Jiang" engraved on it that her mother had left her.

She ran her fingertips along the cool stone surface, and with a thought, she stored the gourd in her spatial storage. A familiar pulling sensation came, and her vision blurred. When she opened her eyes again, a shimmering lake had appeared out of nowhere in her space!

[Host! You've hit the jackpot!] 0047's voice trembled with excitement. [This lake is a full ten square kilometers! It's teeming with freshwater fish! From now on, you won't have to catch fish anymore; I can catch them for you right away!]

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the lakeside and watched schools of fish swimming to and fro in the clear water. 0047 quickly introduced them beside her: "Black carp, grass carp, silver carp, bighead carp... and also common carp, crucian carp, mandarin fish, snakehead, yellow catfish! All are delicious varieties! There are also river shrimp and hairy crabs in the water!"

She crouched down, reached into the water and scooped up a handful. The lake water that touched her fingertips had the unique warmth of the spring. 0047 immediately scooped up a basket of river shrimp and crabs, all lively and jumping around. The shrimp shells gleamed with a bluish-green luster, and the crabs' claws were outstretched.

"Is this what you call making a fortune?" Jiang Zhiyu's mouth watered at the sight of the live animals in the basket, even her morning tea lost its flavor. "Start a fire! Steam them!"

She set up a small pot by the lake, boiled water, and tossed in river shrimp and crabs, cooking them solely with steam without adding any seasoning. The moment the pot was opened, a delicious aroma filled her nostrils; the river shrimp were a vibrant red, and the crab shells glistened with oil. She picked up a crab, cracked it open, and the bright yellow crab roe flowed out. Dipping it in a little soy sauce, the freshness was simply divine. The river shrimp, too, needed no dipping sauce; she simply peeled and ate them, their meat firm, springy, and naturally sweet.

"As expected of products from the space, they're truly different." Jiang Zhiyu ate with gusto, her mouth brimming with oil, and then had 0047 divert the water from the spiritual spring into the lake. "With the spiritual spring water nourishing them, these fish and shrimp will only become even fresher in the future."

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was worth it—getting this godmother was a huge win! In a couple of days, she would collect some cold-water fish unique to Northeast China and put them in, preferably some king crab, tuna, and salmon, turning this lake into a "global seafood warehouse," so she wouldn't have to worry about what kind of seafood she wanted to eat in the future.

Jiang Zhiyu was never stingy when she received something good. That very evening, she stewed a large pot of milky white crucian carp soup, steamed two baskets of river shrimp and crabs, and headed to the cowshed under the cover of night.

When Jiang's parents and Mr. and Mrs. Qi Zhengli saw that she had brought some delicious food again, they were both happy and worried: "You child, you always bring us things, but you keep them for yourself?"

"I still have some more," Jiang Zhiyu said with a smile, handing out bowls and chopsticks to them. "Try it, this fish is so fresh."

The four sat together, drinking fish soup and peeling shrimp and crabs. Although life was simple, it was filled with a sense of comfort and warmth. Looking at her daughter, Jiang's mother felt that she had changed a lot lately. Not only did she look healthier, but she also had an inexplicable composure. She knew that her daughter had a secret, but she never asked too many questions—as long as her child was well, that was more important than anything else.

A month passed at this leisurely pace. The two couples in the cowshed, nourished by Jiang Zhiyu's spatial resources, were radiant and healthier than before they were sent down. Jiang's mother, in particular, who knew some medicine, could feel the changes in her body even more. She became increasingly convinced of her daughter's "miracle," but kept it to herself and never revealed it.