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

"Hey bro, are you here to watch the shop? I brought the keys." A cheerful voice rang out behind the two of them.

Fang Tiesheng hurriedly returned the phone to the elderly passerby, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you for your phone."

He then turned to the landlady and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your help; it's what I wanted to see."

The landlady waved her hand, "Hey, it's no big deal, come on, let's open the door and take a look!"

As he spoke, he squatted down and turned the rusty old lock with a "click," then with a strong pull, he lifted the roller shutter door up with a "clatter."

The commotion was so loud that it startled Fang Tiesheng again.

"Don't mind it, brother. This door is old, and it's really noisy when you pull it." The landlady rubbed her hands a little embarrassedly. "No one's renting it out, so I haven't paid the electricity bill. It's dark inside, so please bear with it for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Tiesheng silently took out a flashlight from his pocket, turned it on with a click, and a beam of light illuminated the dim room.

The landlady burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you've thought of everything! It's a good thing you brought a flashlight. My phone's flashlight isn't bright enough; it only illuminates a small area."

Otherwise, this room is pitch black, and you're not young, I'm really worried you might trip and fall.

The two entered the shop by the light of their flashlights.

The storefront is about 20 square meters on the first floor, with a very regular layout. The previous owner was a steamed bun shop, and the decoration, stove, and everything else were left intact.

A small raised platform with a small transparent window is set up on the side of the entrance, which is perfect for ordering food and handing out dishes.

There was a double stove already built in front, with two wide and spacious openings. One side could be used to put a large pot to steam noodles or stir-fry vegetables, while the other side could be used to fry dough sticks and sugar cakes, which was just enough.

The platform is L-shaped. The shorter L faces the door and is the stove and window. The longer L is lower, probably about 80 centimeters, and can hold snails and wild vegetables for the little girl.

The bottom of the platform is hollow, so you can put quite a lot of things there.

Fang Tiesheng walked around the L-shaped counter and was very satisfied. The two stoves were just right for Nannan's aunt to use for her business; the location and layout were perfect.

Further inside the shop, there were several sets of dusty tables and chairs that could be used after a quick wipe, but there was no freezer like the one mentioned in the previous shop.

In the corner were two large, cylindrical iron objects. He shone his flashlight on them and they looked somewhat like stoves. (Ancient red clay stoves, used for brewing tea and heating wine)

"See this? This old coal stove, left over from the steamed bun shop, is incredibly durable. It works perfectly with honeycomb briquettes. It'll fit right in the front stove opening; you won't need to spend any extra money to buy a new one."

Fang Tiesheng looked at the stove and memorized the term "honeycomb briquette." The stove was fueled by charcoal, but here, they used something called honeycomb briquette.

Further in, a small space was partitioned off, containing a mini-bathroom.

The place is small, but it has everything you need. There's a squat toilet, a small sink in the corner, a shower on the wall, and an electric water heater hanging in the inner corner.

"This was a bathroom added by the previous tenant. It's quite convenient; you can use it for toileting and showering. This water heater has been sitting for years, I don't know if it still works, and I don't even know if there's any water left."

As she spoke, the landlady stepped forward and turned on the tap. A stream of murky, dark yellow water gushed out, but after a short while, it turned into clear water.

Fang Tiesheng's pupils trembled.

This is the silver pipe that Nannan mentioned that can dispense water on its own. What's it called again? A faucet? Yes, this is it.

I had imagined it to be a majestic dragon head, but now that I've seen the real thing, it's not a dragon's head at all. The naming conventions here are really strange.

After looking around the first floor, Fang Tiesheng shone his flashlight on the dark, narrow staircase.

"Come on, buddy, let's go upstairs. There's a little attic up there. Watch your step so you don't slip!"

Fang Tiesheng held a flashlight and slowly walked up the stairs to the attic. The stairs were a bit narrow, so he walked with extra care.

The attic is about 1.8 meters high, which is not very tall, but it is enough for Ya Ya. Fang Tiesheng can also stand up and walk around inside.

Inside was a 1.2-meter folding bed. Fang Tiesheng raised his hand and gently tapped the bed frame. It was actually made of iron!

No wonder those iron things are so cheap here; iron is actually quite common!

A thin, dusty mattress was also laid on the bed.

There was a small wardrobe against the wall, a simple, assembled non-woven fabric wardrobe commonly found in rental apartments online. The zipper was open, and the inside was quite clean.

"This still works; you can hang clothes or store odds and ends here."

Fang Tiesheng nodded.

There was also a small low table and a small chair next to it; the layout was simple and straightforward.

On the side facing the street, there is a low, flat, long window with security bars on the outside, allowing some light to pass through.

The attic also has its own small door, which can be closed tightly, providing good privacy. From now on, my daughter will have her own little territory.

Fang Tiesheng carefully examined the item from top to bottom and inside to outside, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

The rent is reasonable, the location is lively, and many items will come in handy, so this is the place.

Having made up their minds, the two went downstairs. Fang Tiesheng turned to the landlady beside him, his expression serious: "Sister, I find this shop satisfactory. May I ask how much the rent is for a year, and how the contract should be drawn up?"

The landlady was taken aback by his words, looked the old man up and down, and then glanced behind him a few times. "Oh my, brother, why do you speak so formally, like you stepped out of an ancient drama? It's getting a bit strange!"

"Let's get this straight, we need to be upfront about this. The annual rent is 10,000 yuan, payable every six months. If you want to rent it, you'll pay me six months' rent upfront, plus a deposit of 2,500 yuan. If you terminate the lease early, I'll deduct the deposit. I need to make that clear to you."

"Also, if you do some small business here, and if the business doesn't go well and you lose money, that's your own problem. You can't come back to me and complain. I've laid out all the pros and cons for you, and they'll be written in the contract."