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

"Want some flour? Extra fine flour is on special today, it's great for making steamed buns, dumplings, and mantou."

The proprietress deftly shoveled the beans while casually calling out to customers.

"By the way, little one, what's your name? You come here often, so I can't keep calling you 'little kid' or 'little girl'."

"Auntie, my name is Ya Ya, the 'Ya' in 'sprouting'," Ya Ya replied softly, her gaze fixed on the pile of white flour.

Yes, we can also bring flour back; that's the most practical thing to fill the cellar.

This flour is far superior to the flour ground in the village.

It's snow-white, delicate, and smooth to the touch. Unlike the milled wheat in the village, which is yellowish-gray and mixed with fine wheat bran fragments.

In the past, life was hard. We couldn't bear to throw away even a bit of the leftover coarse wheat bran. We would mix it with a handful of chopped wild vegetables, add water, knead it into flat, round cakes, stick them to the side of the pan, and bake them. These were the wheat bran cakes that Ya Ya ate most often.

It has a rough and astringent taste, and it even hurts your throat, but it's also the most filling. If you eat a small piece sparingly, it can last you for two days.

"Is this flour, which is so fine and white, expensive?" Ya Ya was very tempted.

"Special price, two yuan per pound."

"Then... I want twenty pounds too."

The proprietress paused for a moment, then smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling. "Twenty pounds, right? Okay, Auntie will deliver it to your usual spot later, alright, Ya Ya?"

She whispered the name twice, "Ya Ya... This name is so beautiful, like a seedling just sprouting in spring, breaking through the soil and reviving all things. Your parents must have loved you very much to give you this name."

Ya Ya gently touched the small pouch on her chest, feeling a warm glow in her heart.

Auntie is right, her mother loves her the most.

Otherwise, why would she have left this little purse, allowing her to come here during her most difficult time and meet so many kind people?

It must be her mother in heaven, silently protecting her.

"Yes! My mother loves me the most!" Ya Ya looked up and gave the landlady a big smile.

"What a good girl." The landlady reached out and gently tidied Ya Ya's bangs that had been messed up by the wind. She then called out to the inner room, asking the man to come out and help move things.

A bag of rice, two boxes of noodles, twenty catties of soybeans, and twenty catties of high-quality flour, totaling two hundred and ten yuan.

The proprietress and her husband carefully packed the noodles, soybeans, and flour into a large snakeskin bag, tied it securely, and pushed it along with the rice on a flatbed cart into the alley that Ya Ya had mentioned. After checking it over, they turned back to their shop.

After walking a few steps, he looked back once more.

The little red figure stood between two large bags, with a small basket on its back and a black stroller in its hands, waiting obediently, its little hands slightly red.

Hopefully her uncle will come to pick her up soon.

When Ya Ya saw that no one was in the alley, she reached out and grabbed two heavy bags, while holding onto the cart with one hand.

Let the little purse take her back to the village.

I don't know if the tofu and eggs are ruined. I need to take them out as soon as I get back.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I bought you lots of eggs to hatch!" Ya Ya exclaimed as soon as her feet touched the familiar kang mat, the warm air from the room wafting in.

The village chief was taken aback and quickly turned around. There were two more huge bags. They couldn't all be eggs, could they?

There's only one mother duck, how can she possibly hatch all of them!

Zhao Hu stepped forward and took down the two large snakeskin bags. Granny Liu opened the lid of the small cart and took things out one by one.

"This is..." Zhao Hu opened the snakeskin bag, and at the top was a large bag of snow-white powder, with a refreshing wheat aroma.

He took it out, untied the knot, and twisted it with his hand.

"This is flour. The auntie says it's extra-fine flour, which can be used to make steamed buns and dumplings."

Fang Tiesheng's eyes widened. "This...this is noodles? There are noodles this fine and white in the world?"

"Hiss... No wonder the steamed buns Nannan brought last time were so white, it turns out the filling inside can be sifted so finely!"

"Forget steamed buns, even with this fine flour, the wrappers for dumplings would be so thin they'd be translucent!"

The village chief straightened his back; they had seen countless rare things, yet these two were still so easily startled.

Zhao Hu then took out a bag of soybeans.

Beans? Beans that can sprout soybeans, make tofu, and a little bit can cook a big bowl of beans?

The village chief stood up.

Gently scoop up a handful, and the beans slip through your fingers.

These beans don't discriminate between good fields; they can be planted on slopes and marginal lands everywhere. Even in years of disaster, they can still produce some, and they can be stored for several years without spoiling. A handful can be planted in a large area the following year.

The seeds that Nannan brought back look to be top-quality. If we keep planting them and harvesting them year after year, the village will never have to worry about food shortages again!

The house was small, so Zhao Hu and the village chief excitedly carried rice, flour, and beans to the cellar first, while Fang Tiesheng and Granny Liu stayed inside to watch over Ya Ya.

Grandma Liu had already brought out quite a few things.

A piece of tender white tofu, as white as mutton fat jade, a handful of tender green vegetables, two eggplants, two persimmons, a few green pointed vegetables, and a small packet of bean curd sheets and bean curd puffs.

Below are the eggs that Ya Ya bought; you can tell at a glance that they are not just chicken eggs.

Grandma Liu carefully lifted the basket out. The biggest and roundest one looked like a goose egg.

"Grandma, I specifically asked that big landowner grandpa to buy some eggs that can hatch chicks and ducklings. The biggest one is a goose egg, so there will be geese in the village soon!"

The village chief, who had just entered the door, caught his breath and stared intently at the basket of eggs.

Hatching eggs has become his obsession; he dreams of bringing chickens and ducks back to the village.

The village chief rushed over, his hands trembling, and carefully picked up a small, light brown egg from the basket, holding it up to the solar panel in the house.

There were faint shadows moving inside; they were hatching eggs that could give birth to living creatures!

He took another one, and it was still the same!

"It really is a fertilized egg!"

The village chief held the egg, his teeth involuntarily showing. He could almost see a month later, with chicks chirping, ducklings quacking, and geese waddling all over the village.

Fang Tiesheng quickly jotted down the order: 20 jin of flour, 40 yuan; 20 jin of soybeans, 50 yuan; garlic...

"Little girl, what's this lump of mud again?" Grandma Liu placed two sweet potatoes on the table.

"This is red hamster, you can grow it. The stall owner gave it to me when I said I wanted to buy garlic to plant at home. He said this red hamster is delicious, sweet and chewy, and that the old people and children there love to eat it."

Fang Tiesheng picked up a lump, turned it over and over to look at it, and then brought it to his nose to smell it. It was something he had never seen before.

"Is it planted in the soil or how?" Zhao Hu also came over.

Ya Ya tried hard to recall what the old man at the stall had said: "You have to put it in a warm place first, and then transplant it after the seedlings have sprouted. One seed can grow into a bunch."

"That sounds a bit like planting sweet potatoes. What are these green ones?"

Zhao Hu picked up a green pepper and examined it from left to right in the light.

"I forgot, it should be food..." Ya Ya's little face turned slightly red. She forgot to ask her grandfather what this was, what it was called again.

Zhao Hu weighed the green, pointed vegetable in his hand; it even smelled slightly fragrant.

He wiped the pointed vegetable with his sleeve, opened his mouth, and took a big bite, chewing it with the seeds and the flesh.

He had only chewed a couple of times when he suddenly stopped.

His mouth opened wide involuntarily, and he kept panting.

"Ouch...this stuff burns my mouth! It's fiery hot, looks delicate, but why is it so pungent!"

Zhao Hu stuck his tongue out, breathing heavily, his eyes burning slightly. He quickly went outside to find water to rinse them.