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

"Seventeen, Teleportation"

One moment she was in the bustling and noisy port city, the next she was standing in a completely different world.

After Jiang Zhiyu stood still, she was stunned for several seconds before she came to her senses.

She looked around, somewhat unable to believe her eyes. She emerged from her hiding place.

Before me lay a bumpy, dirt road, flanked by low mud-brick houses and thatched huts, scattered sparsely along the field ridges. Several farmers, dressed in patched, coarse cloth, squatted by the roadside, smoking pipes; their ribs were visibly bony, and their faces were sallow. In the distance, the crops in the fields grew sparsely, clearly lacking fertilizer and water, promising a meager harvest.

A gaunt old man herded a few gaunt chickens past her, glanced at her, and looked at her with a numb and empty gaze.

There wasn't a single building higher than two stories on the entire street, not a single car, and hardly any bicycles. The air was thick with the smell of cow dung and dirt, a stark contrast to the aroma of tea and milk tea that had filled the streets of the port city just hours before.

Jiang Zhiyu turned her head and looked south.

Over there, across a narrow river, the city's skyscrapers are brightly lit, their neon lights reflecting off the night sky, making it seem like another world.

The land beneath her feet was pitch black, with only a few dim kerosene lamps shining through the dilapidated windows, like fireflies flickering in the wind.

In the same era, along the same river, the two banks were worlds apart.

No wonder everyone here is running for their lives to get there.

If it were her, she would probably run away too.

Jiang Zhiyu walked slowly along the dirt road, observing this place that would one day become one of the most prosperous cities in China.

There are indeed few people.

After walking for most of the day, she hardly saw any young people. The people strolling on the streets, working in the fields, and sitting in front of their houses were all elderly people and teenagers. Occasionally, she would see a few young people, but they were all pale and thin, listless, with a numb look in their eyes that showed no hope.

"Host," Seventeen sighed in her mind, "the situation in Bei'an County is indeed very serious. The exodus to Hong Kong has been going on for several years, with a large number of young and middle-aged laborers leaving, leaving only the elderly and children in many villages. Fields are left uncultivated, houses are left uninhabited, and nine out of ten houses in the county town are empty. Some people even risk their lives to smuggle themselves across the sea, and people die at sea every year."

Jiang Zhiyu fell silent.

Of course she knew this history. Later books described how the disparity between the two sides of the river was so great that it was despairing. On the other side was the dazzling Pearl of the Orient, while the people on this side couldn't even get enough to eat. Countless people braved gunfire and raging waves to swim across, clinging to the hope of "a better life."

Who would have thought?

This once impoverished fishing village, on the verge of extinction, will one day become China's youngest, richest, and most vibrant first-tier city, with housing prices so high that they deter people across the country.

And now, those prime locations that will one day be incredibly valuable lie quietly at her feet, desolate, asleep, and untouched.

Jiang Zhiyu walked along and noticed that everyone was looking at her.

The reason is simple—she was dressed too conspicuously.

Wearing a white dress, exquisite makeup, and a pair of small leather shoes, she walked along the dirt road in Bei'an County, looking like a peacock among chickens. The farmers looked at her with curiosity, but more so with incomprehension and wariness.

Jiang Zhiyu also realized that something was wrong, so she quickened her pace, walked to a secluded corner, made sure no one was around, and then slipped into the space.

She rummaged through the clothing section in her space—she had brought quite a few clothes from the Su family last time. She picked out a set of blue-gray cotton clothes, similar to what the locals wore, and then changed into a pair of black cloth shoes. Then she took out her makeup bag and quickly disguised herself—drawing her eyebrows thicker, adding a few moles to her cheeks, and darkening her skin tone by two shades with foundation, making her look like an ordinary country girl.

He looked at himself in the mirror in the room and nodded in satisfaction.

This way it won't attract attention.

"Seventeen," she asked in her mind, "what was the policy for buying land here in '76?"

Seventeen quickly reviewed the information and provided an answer: "Host, the land policy in this era is quite unique. Land in the country belongs to the state and collectives; individuals cannot directly buy or sell land. However—"

He paused, then continued, "There are several alternatives. First, buy property. Although land cannot be privately owned, houses can be bought and sold; buying a house is equivalent to acquiring the right to use the homestead land. Currently, there are too many people fleeing to Hong Kong in Bei'an County, resulting in a large number of vacant houses at extremely low prices—practically free. Second, apply for the use of wasteland through the commune or brigade, obtaining land use rights under the guise of land reclamation or establishing a collective enterprise. Third, and most directly—use connections within the military region to apply for land allocation under the pretext of construction needs."

Jiang Zhiyu thought about it. The third option wasn't for her at the moment; it was too conspicuous. The second option was too complicated and required a long-term stay in the area. The first option, however, was feasible—buying a house, along with the land for the house. It was simple and direct, and house prices were ridiculously low right now; it was practically free.

"Then let's buy a house," Jiang Zhiyu decided decisively. "Could you help me find out where there are a lot of vacant houses in Bei'an County right now?"

"Received! I'll highlight a few key areas for you—"

Seventeen quickly conjured up a map of Bei'an County in her mind, marked with more than a dozen red dots, all of which were areas with a large outflow of population and serious vacancy of houses.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the map, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

Some of these red dots will become the most central business districts in the future, some will become the most expensive residential areas, and some will become important transportation hubs and industrial bases.

Now, they are just empty, dilapidated villages with hardly any people left.

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Following the route marked by Seventeen, Jiang Zhiyu first went to the Luohu area.

Luohu is the old town of Bei'an County, and it was also the first area to be developed. When she arrived, it was already dark, and there were hardly any people on the streets. Most of the shops on both sides of Luohu Old Street were closed, with faded slogans pasted on the doors, covered in dust.

She found the local brigade headquarters, where an elderly Party Secretary with gray hair was flipping through account books under the dim light of a kerosene lamp. He was somewhat surprised to see Jiang Zhiyu enter—the girl looked unfamiliar and didn't seem to be from the village.

Comrade, who are you looking for?

"Old Party Secretary, I want to buy a few houses," Jiang Zhiyu said, getting straight to the point.

The old village secretary paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Young lady, you probably don't know, but everyone here is leaving. Who's buying houses anymore? If you want to buy one, it's too easy. Those rows of houses at the east end of the village—the original owners all went to the port city and haven't come back for years. They're all empty now. If you want one, it's only a few dozen yuan a room. Pick any you like."

It costs a few dozen yuan per room.

Jiang Zhiyu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was already celebrating.

Decades from now, a shop near Luohu Old Street will be worth at least several million yuan, and in good locations even tens of millions. Now, a shop for a few dozen yuan is practically free.

She bought more than twenty shops on both sides of the old street in one go, and also took over several vacant two-story buildings along the street, spending less than two thousand yuan in total.

The old Party Secretary was a little suspicious when he saw her buying so many houses, but then he thought that since they were all dilapidated houses that nobody wanted, it was a good thing that someone was willing to buy them, at least the team could collect some money to go to the collective. So he readily processed her paperwork and stamped it with the official seal.

Jiang Zhiyu carefully put away the property certificate and went to the next place.

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Futian area.

Futian is located west of Luohu, currently on the edge of Bei'an County, with vast stretches of farmland and wasteland, dotted with a few scattered small villages. In the future, this area will become the administrative center and CBD, with land prices skyrocketing.

But at this moment, Futian is just a wasteland.

Jiang Zhiyu walked for quite a while before finally finding a small village. Under a large tree at the village entrance sat a middle-aged woman holding a child in her arms. When she saw Jiang Zhiyu approaching, she stood up somewhat warily.

"Sister, I'm from out of town and I'd like to buy a few rooms here," Jiang Zhiyu said kindly. "Are there any vacant houses in the village?"

The woman sighed, "Empty houses? There are plenty. All the young people have left these past few years, leaving only us old folks who can't move around. What's the use of guarding these dilapidated houses? If you want to buy, pick whatever you like, just give me some money."

Jiang Zhiyu walked around the village, picked out more than a dozen well-located houses, and bought several sizable plots of land at the village entrance. The price was so cheap that she was almost embarrassed—the houses and the plots of land cost her less than five hundred yuan in total.

"Young lady, why are you buying so many houses?" the woman couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'll keep it for later." Jiang Zhiyu smiled, without explaining further.

She was thinking that after a few years of reform and opening up, Futian would begin large-scale development, and the value of the houses and land she bought would increase by tens of thousands of times.

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Next up is the Nanshan area.

Nanshan is located in the southwest of Bei'an County, by the sea. Currently, it's just a desolate beach and fishing village. In the future, it will become Shenzhen's high-tech industrial base, attracting countless technology companies and research institutions, making it one of the most valuable areas in the entire city.

When Jiang Zhiyu arrived at Nanshan, it was already completely dark.

The small fishing village by the sea was eerily quiet, with only the sound of waves crashing on the beach. Most of the houses were empty, their doors hanging crookedly, and their yards overgrown with weeds. A few elderly fishermen squatted on the shore mending their nets. When they saw Jiang Zhiyu, they merely glanced at her blankly, not even bothering to ask her anything.

Jiang Zhiyu bought over twenty houses by the sea and acquired several plots of land near the ocean. These areas will eventually become prime beachfront properties; right now, they are just a few dilapidated fishing huts and a barren beach.

After buying the house in Nanshan, she went to Shekou.

Shekou was the starting point of China's reform and opening up, and also China's first industrial zone open to the outside world. Now it's just an obscure little fishing village, without even a decent road.

Jiang Zhiyu bought more than a dozen houses and several plots of land near the sea in Shekou, spending several hundred yuan.

By the time she had walked through all the key areas marked by the 17th marker, it was almost midnight.

In total, they bought more than 20 shops and small buildings in the Luohu area, more than 10 houses and residential plots in the Futian area, more than 20 seaside houses in the Nanshan area, more than 10 houses and residential plots in Shekou, and a few other properties in Yantian, Bao'an and other areas.

It cost less than 10,000 yuan in total.

Ten thousand dollars was not a small amount in 76, but what it bought in return would be an astronomical figure decades later.

Jiang Zhiyu carefully organized all the property certificates and documents, put them into her spatial storage, and then mentally confirmed the location and size of each area before nodding in satisfaction.

"Host," Seventeen couldn't help but exclaim, "we've hoarded all the most valuable land in Shenzhen's future! In a few decades, the value of these plots... I can't even begin to calculate it."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, her gaze passing over the dark wilderness and looking towards the dark, murky sea in the distance.

Who would have thought?

Beneath this barren land lies a future city.

She had simply signed it beforehand.

A night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, damp scent. Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

Alright, the land hoarding is complete.

She needed to hurry to Shanghai to hand in her task; she couldn't wait to go home.