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

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the bed in the guesthouse, carefully recalling the events of the previous night, trying to see if she had missed anything.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly slapped her forehead—

Oh no, I forgot about those low-level henchmen!

The thugs who went to arrest people that day were only thinking about saving their parents and were busy interrogating Li Jiandang and Zhou Liangping. Although they were given drugs that left them partially paralyzed afterward, there are still several others who haven't been dealt with! As for what to do with those people, we can only wait for the county armed forces department to arrest them according to the list.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it so much.

It was already dawn; she had to go pick up her parents and take them back to Kaoshantun.

The three of them left the guesthouse, had breakfast at the state-run restaurant, and then went to the station to buy tickets back to Kaoshan Town.

The long-distance bus swayed and bumped along the dirt road, and the dust it kicked up seeped in through the cracks in the broken windows, making people cough.

Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun sat in their seats, their expressions somewhat unpleasant.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, and understood what they were worried about.

"Mom and Dad, what's wrong?" she asked softly.

"It's nothing..." Su Wanqing sighed, "I was just thinking that several villagers were injured because of us. I wonder if they'll hold a grudge against us when we get back..."

Jiang Boxun nodded beside him, his face grave: "They're all from the same village, and they got injured helping us, yet we didn't even have a chance to thank them..."

As Jiang Zhiyu listened, her heart felt heavy.

She reached out and squeezed her mother's hand, her tone calm yet resolute: "Mom and Dad, don't worry. I will make it up to everyone who helped us this time."

Su Wanqing was taken aback: "Compensation? What kind of compensation?"

"I have money," Jiang Zhiyu said. "Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing."

Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun exchanged a glance, feeling both touched and guilty. They hadn't been able to help their daughter in their lives, and instead, she had caused them so much worry. Now, their daughter wanted to make amends to the villagers, and they felt truly indebted.

But seeing their daughter's determined eyes, they swallowed their words.

Their daughter is grown up and has her own ideas. All they can do is trust her.

When the three returned to Kaoshantun, the entire village was in an uproar.

"Oh my, the Jiang family's daughter is back!"

"Of course! They even brought her parents back!"

"I knew it! That girl's no ordinary person; she'd definitely be able to rescue them!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really something..."

The villagers gathered in twos and threes by the roadside, discussing the scene. Some were curious, some were envious, and some marveled. Jiang Zhiyu helped her parents walk towards the courtyard, receiving countless surprised or admiring glances along the way.

In a corner of the crowd, a young woman's face was as white as paper.

It's Jiang Wenwen.

She huddled behind a haystack, watching Jiang Zhiyu and her parents walk home chatting and laughing, her blood running cold.

How could this be... how could she come back?

Li Jiandang clearly said he took the person to the county, claiming he was going to send them to the capital for interrogation and that they would never be able to return. She was still waiting to see the Jiang family make a fool of themselves, and waiting for Li Jiandang to come back and bring her good news!

But now?

Jiang Zhiyu not only came back, but she also brought her parents back with her!

Jiang Wenwen's teeth were chattering, her face was deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She instinctively shrank back into the crowd, afraid of being seen by Jiang Zhiyu.

We can't let her know that she was the one who reported it.

No one in the village knew that she was the one who did it. As long as she didn't expose herself, Jiang Zhiyu couldn't do anything to her.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Wait for Li Jiandang to come back…yes, wait for Li Jiandang to come back! She'd been getting closer and closer to Li Jiandang lately, and she believed she could win him over soon. With Li Jiandang protecting her, what would Jiang Zhiyu be then?

What she didn't know was that Li Jiandang was currently being held in solitary confinement at the county revolutionary committee on charges of "monster mischief," his body wrapped in bandages, rambling incoherently and out of his mind.

Jiang Zhiyu naturally noticed Jiang Wenwen.

Instead of going to find her immediately, she helped her parents home.

The courtyard remained the same, doors and windows tightly shut, a thin layer of dust on the table. Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun began cleaning as soon as they entered, while Jiang Zhiyu took out things she had prepared beforehand from her spatial storage—

Industrial coupons, candy, and cloth were all neatly packaged.

These are gifts of gratitude to the villagers.

Although this incident was a deliberate frame-up, the villagers did indeed take the beating to protect them, and this favor could not be forgotten. She couldn't bring out too much—in this era, frugality was encouraged, and it would be too conspicuous for a sent-down youth like her to suddenly produce a large amount of valuables. But an industrial ration coupon, two pounds of candy, and ten feet of cloth—just the right amount.

Industrial coupons could be exchanged for scarce goods; candy was something children loved to eat, and cloth could be used to make new clothes—all practical items.

After Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun had almost finished tidying up the house, Jiang Zhiyu had also packed her things.

"Dad, Mom, let's go thank the villagers."

"Of course, of course," Su Wanqing nodded quickly.

Jiang Zhiyu borrowed a cart from the village chief, loaded the things onto it, and the three of them pushed the cart from house to house.

At each household, she would offer them gifts and say a few words of thanks. The families of the injured villagers were deeply moved. Some held her hand and wiped away tears, some insisted on giving her eggs, and some didn't know what to say but could only repeatedly say, "It's good that you're back."

"Daughter of the Jiang family, you're too kind!"

"Exactly! Those people were really fierce that day. Anyone who tried to stop them would get beaten up. The fact that you all came back safe and sound is the most important thing!"

"These things are too valuable, we can't accept them..."

Jiang Zhiyu thanked them one by one and insisted on keeping the things.

After delivering most of the items, the three went to the brigade leader's house.

The brigade leader was highly respected in the village. That day, he was beaten so badly for trying to stop Li Jiandang's men that he was left with a bloody head wound that hasn't fully healed yet.

Upon hearing that the Jiang family of three had returned, Captain Chen hurriedly rushed back from the fields.

"You're finally back!" He grabbed Jiang Boxun's hand as soon as he entered, his eyes red-rimmed. "That day, I couldn't stop them, and I could only watch helplessly as you were taken away. My heart... sigh!"

"Uncle Chen, please don't say that," Jiang Zhiyu quickly helped him up. "If it weren't for you and the other villagers risking their lives to protect my parents, their injuries would have been much worse. We will never forget this kindness."

Chen Daqian sighed, "I couldn't protect her either..."

"You've done your best," Jiang Zhiyu said, unloading a package from the cart. "Uncle Chen, this is a small token of my appreciation; please don't find it offensive."

The package contained a thick piece of cotton cloth, two industrial tickets, four pounds of candy, a bag of pastries, and a plump old hen.

"This...this won't do!" Captain Chen quickly declined, "You're not having an easy time either, what would you do with these things!"

"Uncle Chen, I'll feel bad if you don't accept these," Jiang Zhiyu said earnestly. "You were so badly injured for us that day, and if we didn't even say thank you, please take these things home to help your wound heal and prevent infection!"

Captain Chen was about to decline, but Aunt Wang next to him took the things, saying, "It's from Xiao Jiang, why are you refusing?" She then warmly invited the three of them to sit down and have some tea.

Jiang Zhiyu chatted with her parents for a while longer before saying goodbye and leaving.

Back in her own courtyard, Jiang Zhiyu packed up the rest of her things, then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

She's been so tired these past few days, she needs to get some rest.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

Su Wanqing was sitting by the bed watching her. Seeing that she was awake, she quickly said, "Zhiyu, you're awake? The food is warming up in the pot, go and eat something."

"Mom, how long did I sleep?"

"It's been most of the day," Su Wanqing said with concern. "You must be exhausted these past few days, child."

Jiang Zhiyu rubbed her eyes and sat up. "It's nothing. By the way, Mom, how are Godfather and Godmother? I heard Godfather was injured too?"

Su Wanqing's expression changed: "That's right. Your Uncle Qi was badly beaten by those people that day while protecting our family; his head wound still hasn't healed."

Jiang Zhiyu frowned.

With her gone this time, her godparents have also been implicated by their family. As people who have been sent to the countryside, life is already hard, and this time they will definitely suffer even more!

"I'm going to visit them," Jiang Zhiyu said, getting up and walking outside.

"Wait, I'll go with you." Su Wanqing quickly followed.

Jiang Zhiyu did not refuse. Jiang's mother brought out a pot of stewed old hen, along with some pastries and candies, and the three of them headed towards the cowshed.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu entered, she saw her godmother sewing something. When she saw them arrive, she quickly came to greet them.

"Wanqing, Zhiyu, you're finally back!" Wang Xiuzhi grabbed Su Wanqing's hand, her eyes red-rimmed. "What happened that day terrified me..."

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry to have worried you." Su Wanqing's eyes also reddened.

"What are you worried about? As long as everyone's alright!" Liu Hong said, then looked at Jiang Zhiyu, "Zhiyu, you've lost weight since you left... You must have suffered a lot out there, right?"

"Godmother, I'm fine." Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "Where's Godfather? I heard he was injured?"

"He's inside, his head injury hasn't fully healed yet," Liu Hong sighed. "Those people were really ruthless, they beat your godfather so badly..."

Before she could finish speaking, she started wiping away her tears.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart sank, and she quickly walked into the house.

Qi Zhengli was lying on the bed with a thick bandage wrapped around his head, the edges of which were oozing dark red blood. His face was sallow, and he looked much older than his actual age.

"Godfather!" Jiang Zhiyu walked quickly to the bedside, her eyes slightly red.

"Zhiyu?" Qi Zhengli heard the voice and struggled to sit up. "You're back? That's wonderful, that's wonderful..."

"Godfather, don't move!" Jiang Zhiyu quickly pressed him down. "How badly are you hurt?"

"It's nothing, just superficial injuries. They'll heal in a few days." Qi Zhengli waved his hand, smiling nonchalantly. "As long as you all come back safe and sound, what are these little injuries?"

Jiang Zhiyu felt a pang of sadness seeing him force a smile.

She used the excuse of needing to see the wound to remove the gauze from Qi Zhengli's head—the wound was indeed frightening, a full three inches long. Although it had scabbed over, the edges were still bleeding, clearly caused by being hit by a hard object.

She pretended to take a bottle of ointment out of her pocket, but actually took it out of her spatial dimension—it contained diluted spiritual spring water, which would not only speed up the healing process but also have no miraculous effects that would arouse suspicion.

"Godfather, this is a medicinal ointment I got from an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. It helps heal quickly. Apply it twice a day, remember to apply it every day."

Without thinking much, Qi Zhengli took the ointment and applied it to the wound.

A cool sensation washed over him, and he exclaimed in surprise, "This ointment really works! It feels so cool when I apply it, and the pain isn't as bad anymore."

"Then remember to apply it every day," Jiang Zhiyu said, and then rewrapped the gauze for him.

The five people sat together, eating stewed chicken and talking.

Wang Hong held Su Wanqing's hand the whole time, asking her all sorts of questions; Qi Zhengli chatted with Jiang Boxun, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

Jiang Zhiyu sat to the side, listening to their conversation, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

These days are wonderful.

That woman, we should give her a "greeting" tonight.