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

Cao Xiulian returned shortly afterward. She ran a stall and usually kept some change for herself, so she went to a nearby bank to withdraw some cash.

She squatted down and handed the money to Ya Ya. There were twelve red bills in the stack, along with some loose banknotes.

Cao Xiulian took a red bill from her face and said with a smile, "Ya Ya, this is the money Auntie paid for things yesterday. Auntie is keeping it. Keep the rest safe. It's 1168 yuan in total."

Ya Ya stared at the handful of money in her hand. The paper was red and green, unlike the copper and silver coins in the village. So this is what the money in this place looks like.

Ya Ya carefully tucked the money into her small handbag, a simple yet exquisitely sewn bag by Aunt Lin. It had a drawstring at the top that could be tightened. She carefully tied the knot, then patted the bag. "Thank you, Auntie, for helping Ya Ya sell wild vegetables. You've worked so hard, Auntie!"

Cao Xiulian smiled, her eyes crinkling. "It's no trouble at all. Auntie should thank Ya Ya for bringing me the wild vegetables!" she said, waving the bracken in her hand.

"Ya Ya is going now, goodbye Auntie!" Ya Ya bowed to Cao Xiulian. There was still time, and she was thinking about the eggs, so she decided to see if there were any eggs here.

Cao Xiulian glanced at the sky. The morning market was bustling, and everyone in this area was a familiar face. She also had to look after her own sweet cake stall and couldn't stay there all the time, so she nodded in agreement: "Go ahead, go ahead. Push the cart slowly, don't go too far, and go home early. If you need anything, come find me here!"

Ya Ya nodded, gripped the handle of the stroller tightly, and pushed the empty stroller along the road.

Everything around was new and exciting, with shouts and car horns mingling together.

This area is full of vegetable and meat vendors. Various kinds of green vegetables are piled up like small mountains, and there are also truckloads of fresh and crisp Chinese cabbages.

There are three red tents specifically for selling meat. On the long cutting boards, strips of cut meat and pig legs are shining red, looking incredibly tempting!

Ya Ya tilted her little face up, looked at the trembling piece of meat, pursed her lips, memorized the location, and continued to wander forward.

After passing the fresh produce section, she arrived at the non-staple food section. From afar, she saw an egg stall with neatly arranged trays of eggs, the white eggs lying in cardboard boxes, piled up like small mountains.

Ya Ya's eyes lit up, and she quickened her pace to get closer, thinking to herself, "This must be a super, super big landlord. How many chickens must he raise to accumulate so many eggs!"

She pushed her cart to the stall, looked at the sea of ​​white eggs, and asked the old man standing beside the stall reading a novel, "Grandpa, how much are the eggs? I want to buy some!"

Hearing the voice, the stall owner looked down and saw a little child, about four or five years old, barely reaching the edge of the table. He couldn't help but laugh: "Little one, where are your parents? Our eggs are 30 per tray, 15 yuan a tray!"

Ya Ya counted on her fingers, 30. There are 21 people in the village, one tray is just enough for everyone to eat, and there are still 9 left over!

Then buy one pack. She's afraid she won't be able to hold more, and her testicles might break easily.

She knew it was 15 copper coins, but what did 15 coins mean?

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then took out two pieces of paper from her bag: "Grandpa, I want to buy a pack."

The old man chuckled even more when he saw the money in her hand. "Little girl, it's fifteen yuan, not one hundred and fifty."

Seeing her blank expression, the old man simply squatted down and pointed to the money to teach her: "Look at this red bill, there's a number at the bottom, a rod and two circles, that's one hundred yuan. This blue bill with one circle is ten yuan, and this green one with the curved number at the front is five."

"The next circle means fifty!" Ya Ya replied happily.

"Hey, that's right! So smart!" The old man praised her with a smile, wondering which parent was so carefree, letting their child out to train without even knowing what money was.

"Then let me test you. You need to buy a carton of eggs, which costs 15 yuan. Give me 10 yuan and 5 yuan in change."

Ya Ya rummaged through her little handbag, muttering, "This one has a stick and a circle, it's blue, it's ten yuan, the number is curved, found it!"

This smaller piece of paper should be worth five yuan.

She handed two paper bills to the old man at the egg stall.

"Great! It's exactly fifteen. Don't make a mistake next time!" The old man smiled as he took the money, then put a tray of eggs in her cart and stuffed some newspaper inside.

"Thank you, Grandpa, goodbye!" Ya Ya was very happy to have learned something new. She pushed her little cart forward. This place was so big! Her wallet hadn't been touched yet, so she could wander around and explore a little longer.

I pushed the cart along, panting and groaning, and soon arrived at the fruit section. The morning market was really lively, with all kinds of fruits displayed to the brim!

Bamboo baskets and styrofoam boxes were lined up in a row. Apples were piled up like small mountains, red and pink. Bananas were neatly arranged in bunches. Tangerines were packed in large bamboo baskets, bright orange-red and pleasing to the eye. There were also large strawberries, basket after basket, red and glistening with water droplets, filling the air with the fresh fragrance of fruit.

Ya Ya let out a soft "wow!" She had never seen any of these beautiful fruits before!

She had only ever picked and eaten mulberries in the mountains, and the sweet and sour taste was enough to satisfy her; she had never seen such bright and clean fruit before.

She clung to the stroller, her little head turning left and right, her face full of amazement, her mouth involuntarily agape, her eyes brimming with the astonishment of someone who had never seen anything like it before.

The woman at the tangerine stand had already spotted the little girl. Seeing how much she loved them, she smiled and waved to her, "Little one, come and try some! These tangerines are so sweet!"

Ya Ya was tempted by her smiling face, but she was also afraid that these fruits, which looked like magic fruits, were too expensive for her to afford, so she took small steps and dared not go forward.

The older woman shouted again, "It's free! Just try it, and if you like it, you can tell your parents to buy more!"

Only after hearing this did Ya Ya dare to slowly slip over.

The older woman saw that the girl was small and thin, no more than three or four years old, and guessed that she probably didn't know how to peel oranges very well. She quickly picked up a small tangerine, peeled it off in a few quick movements, broke the orange segments in half, and handed one half to the girl: "Here, have a taste!"

Ya Ya took the orange with her little hands, peeled off a segment and put it in her mouth. With one bite, the sweet juice immediately spread in her mouth. It was sweet and not sour at all, ten times sweeter than the sweetest mulberry in the mountains!

Her eyes widened suddenly. What kind of magical fruit is this? It tastes so good!

"It's so delicious, Auntie! How much are these tangerines?"

"These are small oranges, two yuan a pound!" the older woman said, glancing at the oranges in her hand.

Two dollars, that's two coins! So cheap! I can afford it!

Ya Ya's confidence instantly surged, "Auntie, I want to buy it!"

The older woman chuckled: "A little kid can buy things by himself? Does he have the money?"

Ya Ya patted her little shoulder bag and nodded proudly, "I'm rich!"

"How many do you want to buy?"

Ya Ya thought for a moment, unsure how much to buy, and looked at the older woman: "Auntie, there are 21 people in our village, Ya Ya will buy some for the grandpas and grandmas in the village!"

The older woman exclaimed, "Oh, she's such a dutiful child!" She said, "I'll weigh out two pounds for you first. You're too small to carry more than that." With that, she picked out about thirty small tangerines, weighed them, put them in a plastic bag, and then placed them in the box of the trolley for her.

Ya Ya took out four pieces of paper. She checked them, and each one was a stick, so there was no mistake.

The woman took the four yuan: "Come again if you like it!"

Ya Ya straightened her back a bit; she hadn't given the wrong thing after all!