The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

The villagers all say that the officials in the city, the landlords in the town, and all the rich and powerful people eat fish and meat at every meal.

Big fish...big meat...

I bought a lot of big pieces of meat.

Fish, this must be the big fish that rich people eat.

Ya Ya's eyes lit up immediately.

I made a lot of money today, and the oil didn't cost as much as I expected. I'll buy some big fish to take home for everyone to try, so they can experience the taste of this prosperous life!

She looked to the side again and saw that all the chickens were dead; there were no live chicks. It would be better if there were live chicks.

The eggs that the uncle with the double chin gave us last time, the village chief doesn't know if they hatched or not.

Ya Ya muttered to herself, putting the chicken matter aside for now, and headed towards the fish stall.

This stall wasn't one of those proper, permanent stalls inside; there weren't many fish, and there was a lure rod next to it.

The stall owner was wearing a tan knitted hat and outdoor gear; anyone with a discerning eye could tell he was a fisherman who had just returned from the river.

In the large white basket at the very back of the stall, there was an exceptionally large fish, which Ya Ya thought was almost as tall as herself.

A little boy pushing a cart came over, staring at the large wild white fish. The stall owner grinned, "Little friend, look how big this fish is! I just caught it, it weighs a full seven pounds and eight ounces!"

Ya Ya looked up in astonishment, "Wow! Uncle, you're amazing! You caught such a big fish! I've never seen one this big before!"

"Is this the king of fish in the river? Uncle, you must be the best angler to catch the king of fish!"

The stall owner was overjoyed by this straightforward and sincere praise, his smile almost reaching his ears.

This kid is so good with words, he's getting so carried away with the praise.

He casually grabbed two handfuls of small, slender fish from the basket: "Here, Uncle will give you two handfuls of cucumber-flavored fish. These fish are boneless and have a cucumber flavor; they're refreshing and good for you."

As he spoke, he took a bag and filled two handfuls for Ya Ya.

"Little girl, are you out buying groceries by yourself? Are you buying fish?" The stall owner put aside the small bag containing cucumber and glanced at Ya Ya's cart, which faintly smelled of meat.

His grandmother also had this little cart when she went to the market.

"Yes, Uncle, you're so smart! I want to buy a big fish." Ya Ya nodded vigorously.

The stall owner was startled. "I'm not selling this big white one. I'm going to take it to the city for a couple of rounds later. You can look at the others, and I'll sell them to make some pocket money."

"Oh, right, I also have some seasoning for cooking fish, I'll give it to you as well."

He originally planned to catch and eat the fish he caught last night, but he got so excited by this huge white fish that he wasn't hungry at all.

I might as well bring them to the morning market, display half of them and sell the other half as I see fit.

Ya Ya stared at the fish, looking conflicted; she didn't recognize any of them.

Seeing her small face, the stall owner slapped his thigh. How could such a little kid know what kind of fish it was? He cleared his throat and began to explain to Ya Ya, "Look at this big white fish, it weighs a little over three pounds. Take it home, slice it into fillets, and make sauerkraut fish fillets. With the seasoning I gave you, it'll be a great dish to eat with rice. It doesn't have many bones, so even a child can eat it."

"No thorns? And you even give me seasoning?" Ya Ya suddenly looked at the uncle with some sympathy.

Uncle's business must not be doing too well, otherwise why would he give away so many things with such a big, good-quality fish that is fragrant and boneless?

Well... I'll buy one then.

"Then I'll take this big white fish." Ya Ya pointed to the fish.

"Alright! Fifty dollars!" The stall owner casually said a number, just enough for him to buy two packs of Oriental Charm.

This fish would cost at least 80 or 90 yuan if sold honestly, but the kid just had a sweet tongue.

After packing up the big whitefish, he thought for a moment and then grabbed a handful of cucumber slices, along with four or five small catfish he had caught, and stuffed them all in as well.

"You're my first customer, so I'm giving you everything. Take it home and enjoy it."

Ya Ya was quite surprised; a fish cost fifty yuan!

No wonder rich people eat such lavish meals; fish is so precious!

But if everyone can eat and try something new, it's worth fifty dollars.

Besides, Uncle also gave so many things, pickled cabbage and fish slices... Ya Ya silently made a mental note of them, and would ask Aunt Lin to make them later.

There are also so many small fish.

Now that I've bought the oil, I'll go back and render some fragrant oil, then have my mother-in-law fry it into dried small fish. It'll definitely taste delicious.

Ya Ya looked at the stall owner earnestly and said, "Thank you, Uncle! You're such a kind person! You'll definitely catch more and bigger fish and earn lots and lots of money in the future!"

These words struck a chord with the stall owner.

He wasn't a proper fish seller; he just fished in his spare time and came to the morning market purely to show off his catch, not expecting to make much money.

Unexpectedly, I encountered such a sweet and flattering little kid.

If he hadn't been worried that the child's stroller was too heavy to push, and if he hadn't seen her parents around, he would have given all the fish to the child.

As a fisherman, what I love to hear most is people praising the size of his fish, especially when they say he'll catch even bigger ones in the future.

He thought about it for a moment, and realized that fifty yuan was nothing compared to the comfort he had just experienced.

He shoved the money he had just received back into Ya Ya's hand with a wave of his hand:

"Never mind, Uncle Qian, you can have it all."

Ya Ya's eyes widened.

Is this uncle going crazy because he can't sell anything?

"Hurry back, Uncle can't oxygenate the fish, they'll die soon." Seeing her still in a daze, the fishing stall owner nudged her cart.

Ya Ya scratched her head, wondering what to do.

I've caught so many fish for no reason...

After thinking for a moment, she stepped forward and bowed deeply to the stall owner, saying, "Thank you, Uncle."

The stall owner felt a warm glow in his heart as he watched Ya Ya struggling to push her little cart into the street.

As the sky gradually brightened, he casually picked up the remaining small fish and handed them to a familiar vegetable stall nearby: "Brother, here's some fish for you to have with your drinks. I'm going to drive around the city."

After saying that, he packed up his stall, hoisted his lure rod onto his shoulder, hung the big white fish around his waist, and strolled leisurely back to his car.

After saying goodbye to the kind-hearted fishmonger who was both a bit crazy and a bit pitiful, Ya Ya slowly strolled inside.

There were lots of yellow chickens, and some black ones too.

She went all the way in, but still couldn't find any live chicks.