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

Ya Ya leaned closer to examine it closely. The round potato surface was pitted and uneven, with tender green sprouts emerging from each small indentation, looking like the sparse hair on Uncle Potato's head.

It turns out it's poisonous.

She quickly covered her mouth, "Oh, I see. It can cause poisoning. I'll remember that and I definitely won't eat it again."

"Sweetie." Uncle Potato pointed to the vegetable stall next to him, "All the edible potatoes are over there. Just go over there and pick one."

Ya Ya shook her little head vigorously, looked up at him earnestly, and said, "Uncle, I also want to buy these potato seedlings. I want to take them home and plant them."

"Oh, you're going to grow them too?" The uncle chuckled, his tone tinged with pride. "You have excellent taste! I've been selling these potato seedlings at the market for years. I have a lot of repeat customers. They're high-yielding and sprout easily."

Grandma in the bright red jacket, who had just bought ten pounds of potato seedlings, had been listening to their conversation for a while. Hearing this, she couldn't help but join in with a smile, saying, "Little one, are you buying seeds for the family? Boss Zhou's potato seedlings are really reliable. I come here every year around this time to buy ten pounds. If I take good care of them, I can harvest at least a hundred pounds of potatoes in three months!"

"Over a hundred pounds?!" Ya Ya's eyes widened in surprise, her little face filled with delight. She immediately raised her little hand and exclaimed, "Uncle, I want to buy a hundred pounds!"

"One hundred pounds of potato seedlings?" The potato vendor was startled.

Grandma in the red jacket quickly corrected her, "Little one, it means ten pounds can yield a hundred pounds of potatoes, not that you need to buy a hundred pounds. Ten pounds of seedlings can be cut into eighty or ninety pieces, and planted into eighty or ninety seedlings. The harvest of potatoes is enough for the whole family to eat for the whole winter. Why do we need to buy so many?"

"Grandma, I know. It's not just for my family. I'm going to buy it for everyone in the village. There are a lot of people in our village. I'm going to buy 100 jin (50 kg)."

After saying that, Ya Ya lowered her head and started counting on her fingers, "Yesterday, Grandma and the others planted new vegetables in the remaining vegetable garden, things like wood ear fungus and heart-nourishing vegetables... It seems like there's no room left. Ten pounds of potato seedlings make eighty or ninety plants, so how much is one hundred pounds?"

"Eight or nine hundred trees weigh a hundred catties, so it would take quite a lot of space."

"Oh? Then we have nowhere to plant. Our village is all hillsides, and there's very little flat, fertile land." Ya Ya said with some regret, it seemed they couldn't buy it.

Let's go buy some food nearby and stock up.

Upon hearing this, the potato vendor exclaimed, "A hillside? Isn't that even better?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Potatoes aren't picky about the soil, but they are afraid of waterlogging and root rot. Sunny sandy slopes are the most suitable. It's even better if the mountains are high and cool in the summer. It's worry-free."

"That's wonderful!" Ya Ya's eyes sparkled. "Our village is surrounded by mountains, so there's plenty of open space! I thought you needed the most fertile vegetable garden to grow crops."

Ya Ya felt relieved. Lotus Village is surrounded by mountains. Grandpa Village Chief said that the big mountain behind Grandma's house is used to grow watermelons, but there aren't many watermelon seeds. They are still in the jars, waiting for Ya Ya to grow more leaves before they can be moved to the other side of the mountain.

The land behind the mountain is so big, there must be enough space to grow potatoes.

Even if my mother-in-law can't plant behind her house, every household in the village now has a mountain behind their house, so there's nowhere they can't plant.

She immediately made a decision: "Uncle, give me 100 jin of potato seedlings. How much will that cost?"

"If it's 100 jin of yellow-skinned, yellow-fleshed potatoes, I'll give you three yuan per jin, that'll be three hundred." Uncle Potato turned around and went to the truck bed to pick out seedlings for his big customer, Sprout Sprout. Each bag weighed ten jin, and he piled up ten bags on the ground.

"Can you carry all this stuff? This little cart can't hold it all!"

Ya Ya tilted her head to look at Uncle Potato, "I definitely can't carry this. I only weigh a little over 24 pounds, and this weighs 100 pounds. Uncle, could you please help me take it to Hua Ya's shop on Red Leaf Second Street? That's the shop in our village."

"No problem!" Uncle Potato readily agreed.

Having settled the potato seedling issue, Ya Ya happily pushed her little cart to continue browsing the market.

This morning, the market had an extra row of food stalls, somewhat resembling the night market. Ya Ya even saw a long cart with strings of fragrant meat skewers and vegetable skewers on it.

But thinking about all the stinky tofu, snail rice noodles, and big meat skewers in the space, Ya Ya pursed her lips and didn't look at them much.

The street where they sell pastries smells even sweeter now, and there are freshly steamed brown sugar cakes, each one fluffy and bigger than Ya Ya's head.

Ya Ya stopped in front of the steamed rice cake stall, looked at the steamed rice cakes, and then looked at the endless street in front of her.

If I buy a shopping cart now, there won't be any room left. These pastries are so big, and they'll get cold. I'll buy them when I come back from shopping.

The noisy crowd grew denser and denser.

As Ya Ya walked along with the crowd heading to the market, the sweet aroma of pastries suddenly disappeared, replaced by a smell mixed with the stench of animals. In addition to the noisy voices and loudspeakers, there were also faint barking sounds, which were indistinct and hard to hear clearly.

Chicken Little?

Ya Ya pricked up her ears and hurried toward the direction of the sound.

The smell grew stronger, and the previously indistinct chirping and barking sounds became clearer.

There really are chicks!

Ya Ya stretched her neck and looked to the left, where she could vaguely see the corners of several large cages.

She put the cart aside and squeezed into the crowd to look inside.

There was a row of large, black, rectangular iron cages placed by the roadside, with a bunch of fluffy little creatures crammed inside, round and plump like little balls of fluff.

They look like little chicks, except the color of these little pom-poms doesn't resemble the chicks that Ya Ya knows.

There were emerald green ones, pink ones, and even some purplish ones, but there weren't many pale yellow ones.

"Oh my god!" Ya Ya couldn't help but exclaim, clinging to the edge of the cage and getting even closer.

The colorful little fluff balls huddled together, their pale yellow beaks occasionally pecking at the ground. The colorful fluff trembled gently in the wind, like clusters of moving, colorful little clouds.

"Are these all chicks? Why are there so many colors?"

Ya Ya curiously reached out and gently poked the bottom of the little green dumpling closest to her cage. It was soft, fluffy, and warm.

The little chick that had been poked bounced up on the spot, shifted its bottom, turned its head, and stared at the finger that Ya Ya hadn't had time to retract before tilting its head to the side. Its little claws scratched at the bottom of the cage.

Damn!

It's alive, it's a chick!

Ya Ya's eyes are bright, and her mouth is stretched wide to the sides of her face. She's so cute!

"Little one, you've never seen this before, have you?" The stall owner, an auntie wearing a red plaid apron, smiled and patted the cage when she saw Ya Ya looking at it so intently. "These are dyed chicks, aren't they cute? Lots of city kids like them."