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

She heard Grandpa Sun say that if the wine is sealed in a jar, it will become more fragrant the longer it is stored and can last for many years.

The grandfathers in the village have been drinking murky liquor all their lives, and it doesn't smell as good as the liquor here, but drinking it is like celebrating the New Year for them, and they can be happy for several days.

She wanted them all to try it, so she bought more and was willing to drink it, making every day feel like the Lunar New Year.

Just then, Wang Guifen finished pouring the wine, turned around and asked with a smile, "Young boss, what kind of wine do you want to buy? I often buy from this store and I never go wrong. It's all made from pure grains, smooth to drink and doesn't give me a headache."

Ya Ya raised her little hand, pointed at the jars, and pointed to them one by one:

"I want this, this, this, this... and this, this, this!" He ordered more than a dozen kinds in one go, his attitude was incredibly extravagant.

Wang Guifen and her boss were stunned on the spot, exchanging a glance, both dumbfounded.

The liquor store owner stared at Ya Ya's thermos. "Little girl, you bought so much, are you going to set up a stall back home?"

Ya Ya chuckled, scratching the back of her head a little embarrassedly. "No, Uncle, I'm bringing this for the grandpas in the village. They used to drink some kind of filthy, muddy wine, they've never tasted this before."

The wines here look clear and smell wonderful. I'd like to bring a little of each so everyone can try them.

"Oh my, what a sensible and filial little darling! Okay, Uncle will pack it for you, I promise you'll get plenty of everything!"

The shopkeeper scooped up a bag of small plastic bottles to fill with liquor for Ya Ya, and as he filled them, he discovered that the little girl had ordered only strong liquors like sorghum liquor, high-proof rice wine, and Nu'er Hong.

After thinking for a moment, he still offered a word of advice: "These wines are fragrant, but they have a high alcohol content and are quite strong. Grandpas can sip them occasionally, but drinking them every day would be too much for them."

"What does 'degree' mean?" Ya Ya didn't quite understand.

He squatted down and pointed to the wine in the jar, slowly explaining to Ya Ya, "Wine has different alcohol content. Higher alcohol content is spicier and stronger, which is good for festive occasions. Lower alcohol content is sweeter and smoother, and it's fine to have a sip every day without harming your health. If you want the grandpas to be able to drink every day and enjoy it, Uncle can get you a few milder ones to go with it, okay?"

The owner then pointed to several types of wine and gave a brief introduction:

"This is sweet rice wine, only five or six degrees alcohol, with a rich rice aroma, sweet and warming to the stomach; it can even be cooked with eggs. There's also this osmanthus wine, with a floral fragrance, refreshingly sweet and smooth, suitable for both girls and the elderly. The corn wine is also good, with a natural corn sweetness; a couple of sips are perfect for everyday drinking. And this, jujube and goji berry wine, is mild and nourishing..."

Ya Ya seemed to understand but not quite, nodding repeatedly, "Okay! I'll take these too, Uncle. Please help me put them together, thank you!"

She'll take anything that tastes good and makes the villagers happy.

Having received confirmation, the boss quickly and efficiently filled all the bottles with thick plastic, tightening the caps securely. The neatly arranged bottles were then carefully placed into a large insulated container on the trolley.

Wang Guifen smiled with her eyes narrowed. The little boss was small in stature, but he was very generous and skilled when it came to buying things.

「青梅酒30、女儿红22、青竹酒20、高粱醇12……一起给你抹个零，一百五十块。」（都是500ml一瓶的小瓶。）

The shopkeeper scanned Ya Ya's little watch, and Ya Ya closed the lid of the thermos and patted it with satisfaction.

Looking up at the sky, and remembering the chair she had her eye on at the department store, she tilted her little face up and asked Wang Guifen, "Grandma Wang, I want to go back to that department store again. Which way should I go?"

Wang Guifen was taken aback. "You still want to buy it?"

However, seeing that the shop owner was buying things for the villagers, and that the department store seemed to be close to where her uncle lived, she could understand why.

"Grandma will take you there. It's close to my house anyway. I'll go back after I drop you off."

"Thank you, Grandma, you've worked so hard!" Ya Ya smiled sweetly. Grandma Wang is so kind!

The two pushed the stroller, chatting and laughing all the way to the department store. Only after watching Ya Ya go inside did Wang Guifen feel relieved enough to go home.

Ya Ya put the trolley at the door and headed straight for the kitchenware shelf.

When the shop owner saw that the little customer had come again, looking like she was going on a big shopping spree, he quickly got up and followed her. His shop was small, and the pots and pans were piled up densely, so he didn't want her to bump into anything.

"Uncle boss, I want this pot, two of them." Ya Ya pointed to a thick, old-fashioned iron pot in the center of the shelf.

Previously, when Aunt Chuntao was stir-frying snails, she didn't have enough woks, and it was tiring for her to do it all by herself. We need to buy more: one for soup, one for stir-frying, and one more...

She didn't know what to do, but buying more was definitely the right thing to do, since there were now several more people in the village.

Who knows, maybe even more people will come to live in the village in the future?

After choosing the pot, Ya Ya wandered to the other side and picked out a few shiny silver spatulas and ladles. At the very bottom of this shelf was a row of shiny, uniquely shaped pots.

It had a lid, and there were a few lumps of iron on the lid.

It was a novel thing I had never seen before.

"Uncle boss, what kind of jar is this? Or a pot?"

Ya Ya tapped it, and the sound was muffled, looking quite heavy.

"This is a pressure cooker, which is very convenient for stewing meat, chicken, and the like. No matter how tough the meat or how tough the chicken is, you can put it in and it will be stewed until it's tender and falls off the bone in no time. It saves a lot of time."

It was soft, rotten, and falling apart.

These four words touched a nerve with Ya Ya.

Many people in the village have bad teeth and love to eat soft, mushy food, but it takes a very long time to stew it until it's soft, sometimes one or two hours.

"How long will it take to stew this until it's completely soft and mushy, Uncle?"

"After steaming, pork only needs to be stewed for 15 minutes, and chicken for about 20 minutes until it's tender and falls off the bone, making it easy for the elderly to eat."

"Is fifteen minutes shorter than an hour?" Ya Ya didn't understand the terminology used to measure time here, though she had heard of it before.

"That's much shorter! One shichen is two hours, and one hour is four fifteen-minute intervals. Just think how fast that is!"

The boss casually offered an explanation, but only after explaining did he realize something was off. What kind of early education was this kid receiving? Using "hours" as a unit of time...

She was probably raised by her great-grandfather, right?

Otherwise, it would be difficult to understand.

Wow, it's so short! Aunt Chuntao must save so much time every day. That's great!

Ya Ya stared intently at the pressure cooker. "I want two! Two big ones!"

After choosing the pot, Ya Ya didn't look at anything else and went straight to the plastic chairs by the door. These chairs were nice-colored, smooth to the touch, and lightweight. Most importantly, they could be stacked up, taking up little space, which would be perfect for the yard.