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

As Jiang Zhiyu and Zhang Chong reached the threshing ground in the middle of the village, they saw groups of villagers gathered together, their whispers audible from afar. The cold wind carried the hushed chatter, like scattered beans crackling and popping.

"Little Jiang, you've finally arrived!" Aunt Hua from the west end of the village, with sharp eyes, grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's arm, her face crinkling into a smile. "Even though it's cold, you can't miss today's excitement!"

Jiang Zhiyu feigned ignorance, raising an eyebrow: "What's all the commotion about?"

Zhang Chong also came over, shaking his head with a curious look: "We just came from the brigade leader's house, we don't know anything."

"Oh, that's Jiang Zhiyu from the educated youth settlement!" Aunt Hua whispered, spitting almost onto Jiang Zhiyu's face. "I don't know what possessed her, but in this freezing weather, she tore her clothes to shreds and pounced on any male educated youth she saw! Those young men were terrified, running away faster than rabbits!"

Aunt Wang chimed in, "That's right! She even rushed out of the educated youth settlement, grabbing any man she saw. Several old men in the village were grabbed by the arm by her; if they hadn't run fast, who knows what might have happened!"

"What happened next?" Zhang Chong's eyes widened in surprise.

"What else could happen?" Aunt Hua gestured towards Liu Guihua's house. "That old woman Liu Guihua saw it! Her eyes lit up, and she immediately called over her Erniu—the one you beat up last time, Little Jiang! Erniu's a rascal, seeing Little Jiang like that, he didn't say a word and just carried him home! Right now, the whole village is gathered around Liu Guihua's house!"

As they spoke, Aunt Hua had already pulled the two of them towards Liu Guihua's house. Jiang Zhiyu understood, but her steps were unhurried—what was bound to happen would happen; Jiang Wenwen was reaping what she sowed.

Before even reaching Liu Guihua's house, a buzz of discussion could be heard. The courtyard was surrounded by layers upon layers of villagers, including women holding children, old men smoking pipes, and teenagers peeking out, all with expressions of anticipation for a good show.

"This educated youth, Jiang, usually seems quite arrogant, how could he do something like this?"

"Who knows! Have they gone mad? Tearing each other like that during the New Year, what kind of spectacle is that!"

"Something seems off. Could it be that we've been infected with some kind of evil spirit?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I just saw her face turn as red as a monkey's bottom, and her eyes were practically glued to the screen. She's probably madly in love with a man!"

"Liu Guihua is quite capable. Sending Erniu home at this time, is she hoping to get a daughter-in-law for free?"

"What are you going to pick up! Your reputation is ruined, who would want you in the future? Only someone like Liu Erniu, who can't find a wife, would be willing to take you..."

Amidst the murmurs, cries and curses echoed from Liu Guihua's courtyard. Jiang Zhiyu and Zhang Chong, having squeezed their way to the edge of the crowd, had barely found their footing when they heard a loud crash, followed by Liu Guihua's piercing scream: "Damn it! That slut! How dare she force herself on my son! And now he's miscarried! You've completely disgraced the Liu family!"

"Miscarriage?" The crowd erupted in chaos, as if a bucket of hot water had been poured over them.

"My goodness! She's pregnant?"

"When did this happen? I haven't heard anything about her dating anyone!"

"It must be a bastard child! Otherwise, why wouldn't they dare to say anything?"

"No wonder she was acting crazy earlier, she's probably pregnant and trying to cling to him, isn't she?"

"I knew she'd been feeling nauseous and vomiting a lot lately; turns out she's pregnant!"

"This is terrible! To happen during the Lunar New Year..."

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat—a miscarriage? She suddenly remembered that night a few months ago, when Jiang Wenwen, in order to scheme against her, had slept with the black bear from the next village. Could it be… that she got pregnant then? She had already dealt with the black bear, but she never expected to leave behind such a posthumous child.

Among the crowd, Li Hongmei and Zhang Qing, from the educated youth settlement, stood in a corner, pale-faced and at a loss. The other educated youth also lowered their heads, too ashamed to lift their heads because of the villagers' gossip—after all, they were from the same educated youth settlement, and they were also ashamed that Jiang Wenwen had caused such a scene.

"Stop all that noise!" A stern shout rang out as Captain Chen Jianguo pushed through the crowd, followed by Aunt Wang, her face ashen. "Liu Guihua! What are you still yelling about here? Get her to the hospital right now! Do you really want your son to go to jail?"

Liu Guihua wailed, "She...she's a slut! And she's pregnant with an illegitimate child, why should I take her to the hospital?"

"She's a patient now!" the captain glared. "She's clearly been drugged! You took advantage of her and caused her to miscarry. If this gets reported to the Revolutionary Committee, your son will be accused of abducting a woman and will be shot!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly sobering Liu Guihua up. Her lips trembled as she stammered, "Then...what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Get Uncle Zhang to hitch up the oxcart and get him to the commune clinic as soon as possible!" Aunt Wang said, hands on her hips. "If we dawdle any longer and he dies, your son will be even more implicated!"

Liu Guihua dared not delay any longer and scrambled to get help. A short while later, Uncle Zhang from the village arrived in an oxcart. Liu Erniu, wrapped in a tattered quilt, sweating profusely, carried Jiang Wenwen onto the cart. Jiang Wenwen's face was deathly pale, her lips blue, her eyes staring blankly at the sky, a desperate smile playing on her lips—she still couldn't understand how the medicine, clearly meant for Jiang Zhiyu, had ended up in her own stomach. And when exactly did she conceive? Why did this child have to happen now?

She suddenly looked at Jiang Zhiyu outside the crowd, her eyes filled with resentment and bitterness. But Jiang Zhiyu only glanced at her indifferently before turning and leaving with Zhang Chong.

"Tsk tsk, this Jiang Zhiqing is finished."

"That's right, she had a miscarriage and was then...done that way by Liu Erniu..."

"I think she only has herself to blame. She's always been arrogant and always eyeing Xiao Jiang's boyfriend..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let Xiao Jiang, the educated youth, hear us!"

"It's strange, there was a gathering of educated youth today, so many people were eating, how come she was the one who had the accident?"

"Who knows! Maybe even God couldn't stand it anymore, and it's retribution!"

As the oxcart slowly drove away, the villagers' chatter continued unabated, like waves crashing one after another. Some spat at Liu Guihua's house, some shook their heads and walked home, while others huddled together, getting more and more excited as they talked, digging up all of Jiang Wenwen's past "misdeeds."

"I knew she was no good; she even stole Li Hongmei's food coupons last time!"

"And the other day, she tried to seduce a relative of the brigade leader, but she got kicked out!"

"Now look what's happened! My reputation is completely ruined. Even after I get back from the hospital, I won't have the face to stay in Kaoshantun anymore!"

Jiang Zhiyu and Zhang Chong didn't linger and walked towards the courtyard. After a long pause, Zhang Chong finally asked in a low voice, "Zhiyu, Jiang Wenwen... was she really drugged?"

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Zhiyu didn't stop walking.

Zhang Chong gasped, "Then the baby in her belly..."

"It's none of our business," Jiang Zhiyu said calmly. "She chose her own path."

The cold wind whipped up the snowflakes on the ground, stinging her face. Jiang Zhiyu looked up at the sky; the leaden clouds hung low, threatening snow.

As for Jiang Wenwen's fate? She brought it upon herself. This era may be difficult, but it is never a justification for doing evil.

Back in the courtyard, Jiang Zhiyu put the earlier incident behind her, took out the down jacket that Song Yanzhou had sent her from her spatial storage and put it on, and also found a thick cotton-padded coat for Zhang Chong.

"Come on, let's go back inside and warm ourselves by the fire. I'll make you some ginger soup."

Zhang Chong nodded and followed her into the house. The crackling fire in the stove quickly dispelled the chill. Jiang Zhiyu added some spiritual spring water to the pot, sliced ​​a few pieces of ginger, and added a few pieces of brown sugar.

Looking at the bubbling ginger soup, Zhang Chong suddenly said, "Zhiyu, what do you think will happen to Jiang Wenwen in the future?"

"We'll deal with whatever comes our way." Jiang Zhiyu stirred the soup in the pot. "In this world, everyone can live without anyone else."

However, the path that Jiang Wenwen chose is destined to be much more difficult than that of others.

The wind was still blowing outside the window, but it was warm and cozy inside. Jiang Zhiyu ladled out two bowls of ginger soup and handed one to Zhang Chong: "Drink this, it'll warm you up."