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

After the crowd dispersed, only Jiang Wenwen remained outside the educated youth settlement, lying on the ground, her hair disheveled like a madwoman. Her fingernails dug into the frozen earth, her heart filled with regret and resentment—why did Jiang Zhiyu get everything so easily? Why did she, after all her scheming, end up unable to have children and with her reputation ruined? In this cannibalistic world, how was she supposed to live from now on?

Jiang Zhiyu had no time to dwell on her messy affairs. If it were when she first transmigrated, Jiang Wenwen would have died eight hundred times over. The fact that she'd been allowed to keep going until now was already an act of extraordinary leniency. She pulled Song Yanzhou toward her small courtyard, her steps light and quick, as if she had shaken off something dirty.

This was the first time Song Yanzhou had formally entered her courtyard. He had only caught a glimpse of it during his mission last time and remembered that the entrance was clean. This time, upon closer inspection, he noticed that the firewood was neatly stacked, several potted green plants that could withstand the frost were placed on the windowsill, and even the snow in the corner of the wall had been swept clean, exuding a sense of contentment in daily life.

"I didn't tell you beforehand because I wanted to surprise you." Song Yanzhou pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed over an official document, a hint of smugness in his eyes. "Take a look at this."

Jiang Zhiyu first opened the document and read it line by line, her eyes widening with each passing moment—the provincial and municipal party committees' policy implementation offices had issued a document recognizing that Jiang Boxun and his wife had made significant contributions to the country, changing the "contradiction between the enemy and ourselves" to "contradiction among the people," and changing their original supervision and reform to being sent to the countryside to work as educated youth, enjoying the same treatment. The document was stamped with a bright red seal at the end, so intense it made her eyes glaze over.

"This..." She looked up at Song Yanzhou, her voice trembling slightly, "How did you do that?"

"Commander Li and my grandfather both contributed," Song Yanzhou explained, scratching his head. "Last time we raided the spy hideout and seized so much weaponry. Since you're just an ordinary citizen, we couldn't directly reward you. We had to start with your aunt and uncle's social class. My grandfather said the situation in Beijing is still unclear, and it's not safe to go back now. We'll stay in Kaoshantun until things calm down. But he said it won't be long; that side won't be able to cause trouble for much longer!"

Jiang Zhiyu clutched the document, a warm feeling welling up inside her. The biggest weight that had been weighing on her mind for so long had finally been lifted. Suddenly remembering something, she stared at Song Yanzhou: "Your grandfather...is in Beijing?"

Only then did Song Yanzhou belatedly realize that he hadn't formally introduced his family background. He immediately stood at attention and solemnly reported, "Reporting to Comrade Jiang Zhiyu! My name is Song Yanzhou, 26 years old, regimental commander of the Navy stationed in Shanghai. My grandfather, Song Bingzheng, was a founding lieutenant general, now semi-retired; my grandmother, Zhao Lan, is a retired military doctor who has been bedridden for two years. My uncle, Song Huaiyuan, is the chief of staff of a certain Yang Military Region, with the rank of senior colonel; my aunt is the vice president of the military region's general hospital. My father, Song Huaijin, is a division commander in a certain military region in Beijing; my eldest cousin, Song Yanshu, is a battalion commander in a certain Yang Military Region; my cousin is in the military region's cultural troupe. That's all there is to my family, a small household."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned—her casual boyfriend actually had such a powerful background?

"Of course, you didn't ask me." 0047 chimed in his mind.

She then realized that she had been treating the system as a chat tool and had forgotten that it was a legitimate system. She muttered to herself, "No wonder you became a guild leader at such a young age; you must have powerful backers."

"No!" Song Yanzhou exclaimed anxiously, quickly explaining, "My dad threw me into the army when I was 13. I was too naughty as a child and never had a proper schooling. Later, I joined a special forces unit and carried out many international missions. I earned my qualifications through hard work and it has nothing to do with my family!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at his flushed face and couldn't help but laugh: "I know you're amazing."

Song Yanzhou immediately seized the opportunity: "Of course, but my wife is the best."

"Who's your wife? You're so glib." Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him.

"It will be soon, won't it?" Song Yanzhou smiled like a cat that had just stolen some cream.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't reply, but invited him to sit on the kang (heated brick bed), and moved a small square table onto it. She turned and went to the kitchen to "get" some food, her back to Song Yanzhou, quickly pulling things out of her spatial storage—dried shrimp, hazelnuts, melon seeds, fruit candies, and a few bright red apples. Other fruits were too conspicuous, so she couldn't take them out yet. Seeing him bring over so much food...

"Don't take so much, keep it for yourself," Song Yanzhou quickly stopped her.

Jiang Zhiyu put the plate on the table, raised an eyebrow at him, and asked, "Do you think I'm lacking something?"

Song Yanzhou was speechless. Remembering the two bundles, each half his height, he knew his young wife was not only well-off but also incredibly generous. He scratched his head and said, "Last time you sent me the century-old ginseng and all that food, I sent half back to Kyoto for Grandpa. You won't be mad at me, will you?"

"What's given to you is yours, no need to discuss it with me." Jiang Zhiyu said nonchalantly, "If the capital still needs it, just say so, I'll provide plenty of supplies, including ginseng."

Song Yanzhou felt a warm glow in his heart and was about to say something when he suddenly stopped smiling and his tone became serious: "Zhiyu, after the New Year I have to go on a mission abroad, I can't say exactly where. This mission is very difficult and will take a long time. So I quickly asked for leave to come and see you."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly: "I understand, it's confidential! How many days will you be staying this time?"

"I have to leave tomorrow afternoon." Song Yanzhou's voice was lowered, tinged with reluctance.

Jiang Zhiyu hadn't expected him to arrive so hastily. She stood up and said, "Wait here, I'll go cook for you."

"I'll go with you." Song Yanzhou immediately followed.

Entering the kitchen, Song Yanzhou's eyes widened at the ingredients on the cutting board—prepared chicken, fish, a large piece of pork belly, and even a basket overflowing with shrimp and crabs. This was more lavish than a New Year's feast in the army! He couldn't help but mutter, "Do you usually eat this well?"

As Jiang Zhiyu tied her apron, she said, "Tonight I'll take you to meet my parents, as well as my godparents. We'll also go to the brigade leader's house to give him the official document. He'll announce tomorrow that my parents have been reinstated. Make plenty, enough for everyone."

Song Yanzhou then understood and rolled up his sleeves to get to work. Surprisingly, despite his rough-looking appearance, he was surprisingly efficient at cooking, chopping vegetables and mincing meat with remarkable skill. The two worked together seamlessly, and in no time they had prepared chicken soup, braised pork, and steamed fish.

When Song Yanzhou saw Jiang Zhiyu casually chop up half a century-old ginseng and throw it into the pot, then add some other precious medicinal herbs he couldn't even name, he was completely stunned. Even though he was used to seeing the good things in his own home, he was shocked by this extravagance—just how much wealth did his little wife have?

He suddenly remembered the information he had read about Jiang Zhiyu. Her maternal grandparents were big capitalists in the past. Perhaps... that was the source of her wealth?

The food was quickly cooked, and its aroma filled the courtyard. Jiang Zhiyu saw that it was already getting dark, so she found two large food boxes, packed the dishes into them one by one, and then took two bottles of good wine from her spatial storage and handed them to Song Yanzhou: "Let's go to the cowshed."

Song Yanzhou carried the food box and followed behind her. Watching her light and cheerful figure, a thought suddenly popped into his mind—he had to work harder on his mission, otherwise he was afraid he really couldn't afford to support such a "rich" little wife.