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

Granny Liu, the village chief, Hunter Zhao, and Old Man Fang stood in a row, each wearing a bright, thick, and soft new jacket. They stood there with their hands in the fluffy pockets of their jackets, swaying back and looking smug.

"My goodness! What kind of clothes are these? They're so beautiful!"

"This color is so vibrant it's dazzling. Did Ya Ya bring it back?"

"Oh, Granny Liu! You look so dashing in that red coat, you look at least ten years younger!"

"This jacket is so expensive, it must have cost a lot of money. Ya Ya is such a thoughtful child! She has good taste; the fabric and color are so festive!"

The villagers swarmed around, their eyes filled with genuine envy and amazement, without a trace of jealousy.

He circled around the four of them, reaching out to touch the soft fabric, but then quickly withdrew his hand, afraid of damaging it with his rough hands, all the while praising it.

"This was specially bought for us by Ya Ya, it's called a three-layer cotton-padded jacket! The outside is fleece and the inside is filled with cotton!" The village chief raised his chin, very proud.

"Cotton? This thickness and color, it would cost at least ten taels of silver to buy one outside!" Aunt Lin was the only person in the village who owned a cotton-padded coat.

"What? Ten taels of silver? I've been buried halfway down the hill and I've never seen such a large amount of silver!" Old Li exclaimed in astonishment.

"Ya Ya is truly a lucky star for our Lotus Village, she's amazing!"

"What a blessing!"

Little Shuanzi also stared longingly at the clothes worn by the village chief. The pink flowers were so pretty.

"She's really amazing, Ya Ya! She brought one for everyone in our Lotus Village!" The village chief stopped keeping them in suspense, as he needed to hurry up and eat breakfast.

"What? I have one too?" Grandma Wang pointed to herself in disbelief.

"We all have one!?"

"Yes, there are also some for Xiao Shuanzi and Xiao Douzi. Ya Ya specially bought two small ones, and they're all laid out on the kang (heated brick bed) to dry. Go quickly, everyone take one, it'll keep you warm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers happily went into the house one after another. The house was small, and as soon as four of them entered, the outsiders peeked through the door frame.

The grandmothers and aunts hid in the kitchen to change, but the men didn't care and immediately took off their tattered blouses and put on new jackets.

"Little Bean, Little Shuanzi!" Ya Ya looked at her two little brothers outside, waved happily to them, grabbed two little jackets, one pink with white flowers and the other yellow with green stripes, and waved them around. "Come on, put on your new clothes!"

Fifteen minutes later, everyone in the village had changed into new padded jackets. Everyone was warm and sweaty, but they were reluctant to take them off.

His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, his mouth was stretched into a wide grin, and he walked with a lighter step.

Wandering back and forth in the courtyard, admiring her clothes with great affection, she looked exactly like an elderly woman in a floral print fashion show.

Ya Ya felt proud and satisfied. Seeing the genuine smiles on everyone's faces, her heart swelled with joy. She loved seeing everyone happy.

I don't like that gloomy, lifeless appearance.

The village chief led the people to put the tangerines and strawberries that Ya Ya had bought into bamboo baskets, washed them carefully with water, and distributed them to everyone, one tangerine and one strawberry per person.

Little Shuanzi was wearing an orange jacket. There weren't any special floral jackets for children at the stall, so he just put it on and covered his feet, looking like a little terracotta warrior. He sat on the stool, grabbed a bright red strawberry, and took a big bite. The sweet and sour juice immediately burst out. His eyes narrowed into slits, and he shook his head, looking incredibly cute.

Little Bean looked at the fruit in his hand. The heat of the jacket he was wearing was something he had never felt before in his life. The creamy yellow color that stood out in the crowd seemed to glow in the eyes of four-year-old Little Bean.

Sister Ya Ya must be a fairy who descended to earth to save Lotus Village.

Blind Grandpa Wang touched the soft, bumpy peel of the orange, smelled its fresh aroma, and groped for a bite. It was a little sour and a little bitter.

"Oh dear! Old man, this needs to be peeled, why are you so greedy! I haven't even had a chance to peel it for you yet!" Grandma Wang gently patted Grandpa Wang on the shoulder when she saw him eating the whole thing, skin and all.

I took the orange from his hand, carefully peeled off the outer skin, and then picked a segment and fed it to Grandpa Wang.

It's so sweet.

Life is so sweet now.

After finishing their fruit, Aunt Lin and Granny Li carefully took off their new jackets and put them away, then changed back into their old clothes.

She still had to cook, and she was afraid that the fumes and firewood would dirty her brand-new, beautiful coat.

The village chief carried a tray of eggs closer. The tray was very delicate, with indentations on it, and the eggs were all embedded in it perfectly, much more secure than when they used straw as padding.

"So many eggs?"

The village chief nodded and smiled, "I'll keep a few to see if they can hatch into chicks. You can keep the rest for now. If you can't finish them, put them away with the previous food. Once the cellar is dug, we'll move them all in and store them there."

Boil a few extra eggs this morning and make some steamed egg custard. The kids are drooling over it, and the adults should have some too. Don't skimp on anything.

"We made a lot of money selling those wild vegetable sprouts; life will only get better from now on."

The village chief put the eggs on the stove, walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Aunt Lin and Granny Li were delighted to see the eggs.

They wouldn't just rely on Ya Ya to bring food. For such a small child to be able to go to the realm of immortals is already an immense blessing. They wouldn't interfere. Whatever Ya Ya gets is her own destiny. They are already very content that they have gone from barely clinging to life to where they are now.

Whatever Ya Ya brings back is a surprise to them.

For example, these white eggs.

Right now, their village has three fried sugar cakes, seven or eight pieces of kudzu root, half a pound of polished rice, two bundles of noodles, half a pork knuckle, and some braised meat. As long as they have the strength, the wild vegetables and wild animals all over the mountains will keep them from starving.

The main reason for the previous dire situation was the lack of salt. Without salt to eat, everyone was exhausted. They would get dizzy and out of breath after walking just a few steps, so how could they do heavy work?

The weaker you are, the less food you can find, and the less food you have, the weaker you become, creating a vicious cycle.

Now that we have salt, everyone is full of energy and hope for the future.

Every day, I can dig up kudzu roots on the mountain. It's a very filling food. With Qingming Festival just around the corner, once the wheat seeds are sown and the rain falls, the seedlings will sprout and the harvest will be even more secure.

Aunt Lin worked quickly and efficiently. She took the oil that Ya Ya had brought back and first fried eggs for the children and the main workers who were going to the fields and digging cellars. The oil sizzled and the golden eggs came out of the pan, glistening with oil and looking very tempting.

Then, boil kudzu root into a paste to serve as a staple food, add thin slices of braised meat, and mix it in. It's incredibly fragrant.

I cracked three more eggs, added some hot water, and steamed a bowl of smooth egg custard. Even those who didn't get to eat poached eggs could have a few spoonfuls to moisten their mouths.

There were also freshly blanched wild vegetables on the table, making up a lively and festive meal.