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

That morning, Jiang Zhiyu was drying herbs in the yard when the postman's voice suddenly came from outside the gate: "Is Comrade Jiang Zhiyu home? There's mail and a package for you!"

A thought struck her, and she quickly went out to sign for it. A thick manila envelope and a heavy package were inside; the sender's address had a military unit number on it, clearly from Song Yanzhou.

Back inside, she first opened the envelope. Inside was a printed relationship report, stamped with the army's red seal, with "Approval" written in the approval section. Underneath the report was a bankbook. She opened it and saw "15000 yuan" written on it—in an era when even food was scarce, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

There was also a handwritten letter, the handwriting strong and forceful, yet the content revealed a soldier's characteristic rigidity: "Comrade Jiang, your relationship report has been approved. The money in the savings account is my savings over the years; you can use it. The unit's mission is urgent, and I cannot return to see you for the time being, so don't worry. I'm also sending a package with some things inside; please check it."

There were no fancy words, it even read a bit like a work report, yet Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled into a slight smile. So this is what it feels like to be remembered—not intense, but very reassuring. In her previous life, the apocalypse came too early; she was swept up in the chaos as soon as she entered high school, and had no chance to experience the taste of love. She never expected that in this life, in such an era, she could feel this clumsy yet sincere affection.

[Host, hurry up and take him down!] 0047 started making trouble again.

"What's the rush?" Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at it. "I'm only 17 years old, still a minor."

0047 then remembered her actual age and reluctantly shut his mouth—mainly because Jiang Zhiyu's abilities were so strong that people always forgot she was still a young girl.

She put down the letter and began to unpack the large package. The first layer contained two dresses, one pale yellow with floral patterns and the other sky blue with lace trim; the fabric was light and airy, clearly for spring or summer. "Sending dresses in the dead of winter?" she thought to herself, then flipped through the package to find two pairs of small black leather shoes, which looked quite elegant.

Below that were two military green cotton coats, with fine stitches and thick cotton padding inside. They were clearly meant for elders, probably for Jiang's father and Qi Zhengli. At the very bottom was a navy blue down jacket, with a simple design and the words "Friendship Store" printed on the label. It felt light and airy, yet was exceptionally warm, exactly the kind of simple style she liked.

There was a small box under the down jacket. When I opened it, it was full of Shanghai-specific snacks: White Rabbit milk candy, butterfly pastries, Gaoqiao pancakes, as well as several packets of spiced beans and pear syrup candy from the City God Temple.

Jiang Zhiyu stored the food in her spatial storage, planning to send some to her mother and godmother that evening. She picked up the down jacket and tried it on; it fit perfectly and was incredibly warm—Jiang Zhiyu didn't even want to take it off!

The news that Jiang Zhiyu had received the package and letter spread like wildfire throughout the entire Kaoshantun village in less than half a day.

The first to come knocking was Aunt Wang from the east end of the village. She stood at her courtyard gate, carrying a vegetable basket, and peeked out, asking, "Little Jiang, are you home?"

Jiang Zhiyu had just finished tidying up the contents of the package when she heard a sound and opened the door: "Aunt Wang, is something the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. I just heard you received a big package, was it from the army?" Aunt Wang squeezed through the door, her eyes scanning the yard like a scanner. "Was it...was it from your boyfriend?"

No sooner had he said that than several middle-aged women squeezed into the courtyard. They were all well-known "insiders" in the village, and each of them had a gossipy smile on their face.

Jiang Zhiyu knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she simply nodded frankly: "Yes, my boyfriend sent it."

"Oh my! It really is your boyfriend!" Aunt Li clapped her hands and laughed. "Isn't he that young man in military uniform who came the other day? He's so handsome and spirited, standing there like a pine tree!"

"It's him," Jiang Zhiyu replied with a smile.

The middle-aged women immediately erupted in chatter, praising the gesture one after another:

"I knew it! A girl as wonderful as Xiao Jiang, the educated youth, couldn't possibly have bad taste!"

"Absolutely! That officer was clearly no ordinary man; broad shoulders, narrow waist, and bright eyes. Compared to the young men in our village, he was like heaven and earth!"

"That's what you call a perfect match! One is good-looking and capable, the other is young and promising; they're sure to have a bright future!"

They showered Song Yanzhou and Jiang Zhiyu with compliments, and at the end, they couldn't help but remark, "No wonder you don't look at the village lads; there's simply no comparison!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and made a few perfunctory remarks before seeing the women out.

Upon hearing the news, Jiang Wenwen, who was in the know, reacted with a loud crash, as if something had shattered. She was staring at a chipped mirror, gritting her teeth. The enamel mug in her hand had fallen to the ground, shattered beyond recognition, and she was completely oblivious to the hot water splashing onto her trouser legs.

"Why? Why her?" Jiang Wenwen clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

She knew all too well how important Song Yanzhou was. Back when her family was still living in the military compound, Song Yanzhou was a legend in the entire compound—his grandfather was a founding general, his father and uncle held high positions in the military, and he was the only son in the second branch of the family. At a young age, he earned the nickname "Jade-faced Yama" in the army, and countless noble ladies from the capital would do anything to marry him.

How could someone like him fall for Jiang Zhiyu, a country bumpkin?

"She must have used some trick!" Jiang Wenwen's eyes were bloodshot. "What kind of bewitching potion did she give Brother Song to make him lose his mind!"

She was unwilling to accept it. She, Jiang Wenwen, was the one who should stand by Song Yanzhou's side. Why should Jiang Zhiyu, a woman of unknown origin, steal everything that should have been hers?

"No...we can't just let it go like this..." Jiang Wenwen muttered to herself, a ruthless glint in her eyes. "We have to find a way to make sure she can never recover..."

She knew Jiang Zhiyu was not easy to deal with, and the pain from her last defeat was still fresh in her mind. But when she thought of Song Yanzhou's identity and everything she might lose, her fear was suppressed by greed and jealousy.

Meanwhile, after seeing the older women off, Jiang Zhiyu was thinking about how she needed to hurry to the cowshed.

These aunties spread gossip faster than the wind; my parents and godparents might have already heard something by this afternoon. Rather than letting them hear embellished versions from others, it's better to clarify things ourselves.

She took two packs of White Rabbit milk candy and a box of butterfly cookies from her spatial storage, tucked them into her bosom, locked the courtyard gate, and headed towards the cowshed.

The setting sun cast a long shadow over her, and her footsteps crunched softly on the frosty dirt road. Jiang Zhiyu looked up at the sky, her mood exceptionally beautiful today.

At least, I have someone to care about in this world, and I have something to look forward to.