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

Song Yanzhou escorted Jiang Zhiyu to the entrance of the courtyard and whispered, "You should rest now. I'll go to the town's guesthouse; the room is ready."

Jiang Zhiyu initially wanted to let him stay, but then she thought about the customs of this era and worried that the elders in the cowshed would be concerned, so she nodded and said, "Take care on the road."

As the roar of the jeep faded into the distance, Jiang Zhiyu closed the door, her nerves, which had been tense for more than half a year, finally relaxed, and she fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, the village head's loudspeaker blared throughout the village: "Attention all villagers, assemble at the threshing ground! Important announcement!"

When Jiang Zhiyu arrived, the threshing ground was already full of people, but Jiang Wenwen was missing—she had asked for leave, and no one cared. The brigade leader stood on the earthen platform, first waving the red-headed document in his hand, and then read it aloud, saying that the Jiang couple from the cowshed had their class status changed and would be sent to the countryside as educated youth.

The villagers immediately erupted in uproar.

"Their class status has been changed? That's fantastic news!"

"I've heard there are similar cases in the surrounding villages. It seems like times are changing?"

"That old couple was usually so quiet; I never expected them to have such good fortune!"

The brigade leader didn't mention Jiang Zhiyu's relationship with them, and announced the commune's task of digging irrigation ditches. Those who wanted to earn work points could sign up, and many young people immediately raised their hands—they had been hibernating for too long and were practically rusting.

After the meeting, Jiang Zhiyu pushed a handcart belonging to the brigade straight to the cowshed. At noon, when the villagers finished work, they saw her and her parents pushing things towards the small courtyard; the cart was filled with bedding and several old wooden boxes.

"Little Jiang, are you helping with the move?" Aunt Wu from the east end of the village came over, her eyes wide open.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up and smiled: "Fifth Aunt, these are my parents. I came to the countryside because of them."

Aunt Wu's mouth formed an "O" shape—wasn't it said that Xiao Jiang's parents were cadres in Shanghai? How could they be people from the cowshed? And her family is so well-off... Her mind was full of questions, but she kept praising her: "You are such a filial child! I have a relative in the city whose son cut off all ties with his parents immediately after they were sent down to the countryside. Unlike you, you even came all the way to take care of them! You are such a filial child."

More and more people gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.

"No wonder Xiao Jiang, the educated youth, is usually so quiet; he's worried about his parents!"

"That's a good girl! Anyone else would run away like the plague!" Of course, there were also sour comments.

"She used to act all high and mighty, turns out she's just another intellectual's child."

"Hmph, I bet it's all an act! Their parents are intellectuals, how dare they be so arrogant?"

"That's not right. People are capable; what does their parents' social class have to do with it?"

Jiang Zhiyu offered a brief explanation and then said no more, pulling her parents to push the last cart of luggage back to the courtyard. Seeing there was no more excitement to be had, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

Just after the move, Song Yanzhou arrived in his Jeep, looking annoyed: "Why didn't you wait for me? You could have transported everything in one trip. I had some business at the military base this morning, so I'm late. I'm sorry, Uncle and Aunt."

"The mission is the most important thing." Father Jiang waved his hand. "Once you join the army, your life and fortune are entrusted to the country. Don't worry about these things."

Song Yanzhou unloaded a pile of things from the carriage: a new enamel basin, a thermos, bed sheets and duvet covers, as well as pots and pans, everything was there. "These are all new. Congratulations to Uncle and Aunt on changing their status. Let's start with new things for good luck."

"I have them all here," Jiang Zhiyu said, somewhat helplessly.

"That's different; this is my heartfelt sentiment," Song Yanzhou insisted.

Upon entering the courtyard, Jiang's parents busied themselves tidying up, while Jiang Zhiyu turned and went into the kitchen. Song Yanzhou wanted to follow to help, but she stopped him, saying, "Go help my parents, I'll be quick here."

She wasn't wrong—there was plenty of ready-made cooked food stored in the space; all that was needed was to cook two dishes symbolically, and the rest could be taken out directly. Half an hour later, a table full of dishes was laid out: pickled fish, pork stew with vermicelli, braised pork, steamed hairy crab, and salt and pepper shrimp, plentiful and delicious.

Jiang Zhiyu took out two large lunchboxes, filled them with some of each dish, and handed them to Song Yanzhou: "Take these to your godparents, and be careful to avoid people seeing you."

Song Yanzhou nodded, picked up the lunchbox, and walked away quickly. Inside the cowshed, Uncle Qi and Liu Hong looked at the empty shed, feeling a sense of emptiness, yet genuinely happy for them. Just as they were about to cook, Song Yanzhou arrived. Liu Hong greeted him with a smile, "This is... food for us?"

"Godfather and Godmother, Zhiyu asked me to bring this. Please eat it while it's hot." Song Yanzhou put down the lunchbox. Liu Hong asked in surprise, "Why did you bring this? It's not good if someone sees you. You're a serving military officer. It will affect you!" "Godfather and Godmother, I'm fine. I'm quick on my feet and I'm skilled in martial arts. Besides, I came here discreetly. No one saw me."

"Go back quickly, don't keep Zhiyu and the others waiting." Uncle Qi immediately urged them to leave. He was afraid of being seen by others. You think that would be bad for the child.

Watching Song Yanzhou's retreating figure, Liu Hong sighed, "We've really benefited from our daughter's success." Uncle Qi nodded emphatically.

When Song Yanzhou returned to the courtyard, the Jiang family of three was waiting for him. "You guys eat first, don't wait for me," he said, a little embarrassed.

"How could I not wait for you?" Jiang's mother said with a smile. "What's the point of eating if everyone isn't here?"

Song Yanzhou washed his hands and sat down, and the four of them ate and chatted. Suddenly, Jiang's father asked, "I heard you're leaving this afternoon?"

"Yes, Uncle, the mission is urgent, and the team is already waiting for me." Song Yanzhou put down his chopsticks.

"Be careful out there." Mr. Jiang got up and went inside, bringing out a pair of knee pads. "These are made of bear skin; they'll protect your legs in winter." Mrs. Jiang also handed over a wool vest; the wool was long and soft, and the leather was very well treated. "It's cold; wear this to keep warm."

Song Yanzhou accepted the gift with both hands and thanked him solemnly.

After dinner, Jiang Zhiyu pulled Song Yanzhou into her room. The bed was piled high with things: dried pheasant and rabbit, beef jerky, several jars of meat sauce, two large bags of dried shrimp, crab roe sauce, smoked fish, a box of compressed biscuits and canned goods—all stockpiled from the port city, never having had a chance to be used. In the corner was a small box containing precious medicinal herbs prepared for Song Yanzhou's grandmother, two ginseng roots, and two bottles of spiritual spring water.

Song Yanzhou stared wide-eyed—had he found a money-making partner? "I don't need that much, you keep it for your uncle and aunt."

"Who gave you these?" Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him. "Your grandfather is old, and your grandmother is still bedridden. These are being mailed to Beijing. What can that little bit of stuff do last time? Don't make people think I'm stingy." She pouted, looking very childish.

Song Yanzhou was amused by her; she was becoming more and more humane.

"And these too, send them to Commander Li to thank him and your grandfather for their help." Jiang Zhiyu pointed to another pile of things.

While Jiang's parents weren't looking, Song Yanzhou quietly hugged her. Jiang Zhiyu stiffened, feeling a little awkward. He patted her back and released her, saying, "Zhiyu, thank you so much."

"Don't mention it," Jiang Zhiyu changed the subject, "Did you use the water I gave you last time?"

"I didn't dare use it; I wanted to save it for the most crucial moment," Song Yanzhou said. "I'll bring it with me when I go abroad this time."

"Take these two bottles back and have someone you trust keep an eye on them. When they're decocting your grandma's medicine, add two drops and say it's a medicinal guide," Jiang Zhiyu instructed. "If the nursing home isn't convenient, bring grandma home."

The two made three trips back and forth before finally loading everything onto the car. Song Yanzhou looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes filled with reluctance—he hadn't dared to tell her about the dangerous mission.

Jiang Zhiyu saw the seriousness and worry in his eyes, and her heart sank—this mission might be life-threatening. She took out a bottle of spiritual spring water and stuffed it into his arms: "How do you use it? I don't need to teach you, do I?"

Song Yanzhou nodded and gave her a tight hug. This time, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang watched without saying a word to stop them.

"Let's go, I'll watch you go." Jiang Zhiyu patted his back.

Song Yanzhou turned and got into the jeep, which gradually drove away. Jiang Zhiyu stared at the direction the car disappeared in, pondering repeatedly: What mission could have made him so serious?