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

He had just overheard the little boy asking if it was okay to hunt wild boars, which he guessed meant that some villagers from nearby villages had encountered wild boars in the spring.

Wild boars are something that people in the countryside both hate and fear, but they can't hunt them on their own; they mainly have to drive them away.

They are fiercest in spring and autumn, and love to eat corn, sweet potatoes, and potatoes.

They immediately start destroying crops and damaging vegetable plots, and occasionally they even injure people.

It seems they know that people can't do anything to them, and they're getting bolder and bolder. They used to sneak in at night, but now they dare to enter the village during the day.

Get an electric shock device for self-defense, to scare away wild boars, and to easily slaughter the New Year's pig.

"Thank you, boss."

"Grandpa Village Chief" also negotiated the price with the boss. The package price for three electric mahjong machines, two for pigs and one for cattle and horses, was 5800.

Ya Ya looked at Grandma Duck as she admired Grandpa Village Chief. Every time Grandma Duck sculpted an elder, he was so amazing. Last time, when Uncle Zhao was making the river bucket, he was so efficient and quick and got everything done perfectly.

The village chief this time was the same; he was good at bargaining, and his words were even more eloquent than my aunt's.

How wonderful it would be if the village chief and his wife could actually come over sometime!

After agreeing on the price and paying, Ya Ya tried to reach out and lift the black box. As soon as she exerted force, her body immediately sank down, her little face turned red, and she couldn't move it an inch no matter how hard she tried.

The stall owner laughed heartily: "See? I told you it was heavy. I really won't sell it to anyone without an adult."

Grandpa Village Chief smiled and easily picked up one of the smaller ones and put it into the Sprout stroller. He then stuffed all the spare parts in, leaving two more, one in each hand.

Ya Ya walked beside him, glancing up every now and then at the unfazed "Grandpa Village Chief".

When passing by the steamed rice cake stall, "Grandpa Village Chief" stopped and pointed at the brown sugar steamed rice cake in the steamer with his chin.

Ya Ya suddenly realized, "Hello, I want to buy two baskets of steamed rice cakes."

There are about ten in one basket, so buying two baskets is enough.

The village chief's eyes twitched.

……

"Oh my, Ya Ya's back! What good stuff did you buy? These are fruit tree seedlings, right? You have a good eye for picking them." Cao Xiulian was sitting in the shop when she looked up and saw the little girl pushing a heavy little cart in.

She quickly got up to lend a hand, and upon closer inspection, she discovered a black box inside that looked like a motor.

Before I could even ask Ya Ya, another person came in from behind.

Cao Xiulian subconsciously turned her head and saw an old man in camouflage work clothes walking briskly into the store with a black box in each hand.

She blinked.

This old man looks familiar.

"Auntie, this is our village chief, Grandpa," Ya Ya whispered, tugging at Cao Xiulian's sleeve.

Village chief? No wonder he looked familiar. Cao Xiulian's mind raced. She'd seen him in a video before. What was his name again? Li Gousheng…

Uh, how do I greet them?

Is it inappropriate to call elders by their names?

She moved the cart aside. "Hello, Village Chief Li. You brought Ya Ya here today. You're really strong for your age. You can carry these heavy things in one hand without even panting."

The village chief nodded, his voice booming, "Xiulian, you're too kind. We've all been grateful for your care of our little Yaya these past few days. I came in a hurry today and didn't bring much. In a few days, the village's homegrown vegetables will be ready for harvest. I'll have Yaya bring some over then, so please don't mind."

"Oh dear, that's too polite. How could I possibly mind?" Cao Xiulian waved her hands repeatedly.

The two adults exchanged pleasantries, while Ya Ya, standing to the side, couldn't get a word in edgewise and watched them go back and forth in a daze.

After chatting for a while, the "village chief" said seriously, "It's getting late, we should go back to the village. We bought a lot of seeds and electric mahjong machines this time. When we get back, we'll have to teach the villagers how to use them. There have been more wild boars in the mountains lately."

"That's right," Cao Xiulian chimed in. "We have so many wild animals around here. Damaging the fields is the least of our worries; the real concern is that they might hurt people. Electric stun guns are a good thing; buying one will give us peace of mind. So please drive carefully on your way."

"Don't forget these potato seedlings. I reckon they must weigh around a hundred pounds. Can you two take them back?"

"Yes, I brought my tricycle over."

As she spoke, the "village chief" strolled around outside for a few steps, then pushed over a pedicab. He quickly loaded all the items into the back of the cart. Once everything was in place, Ya Ya crawled into the middle of the potato sack and sat securely, waving her little hand at Cao Xiulian: "Auntie, let's go!"

The truck, carrying Ya Ya and a pile of goods, slowly drove away. Cao Xiulian stood at the door watching the truck disappear at the end of the road and couldn't help but sigh, "That old man is so strong. He can load hundreds of pounds of stuff into the truck in no time and pedals with such speed."

……

When Ya Ya returned, the lights were on in the small mud house, but the windows, which were fairly bright during the day, were blocked by a large wooden board.

Fang Tiesheng, the village chief, and Doctor Chen sat around a small table, on which sat a box of old books that Chen Lei had given them.

Grandma Liu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) weaving shoes. Warm white light shone down from the clip-on lamp beside her. The room was very quiet, with only the occasional rustling of turning pages.

The little house, which was quiet and deserted yesterday, is now full of people again. Looking at the lively house, Ya Ya greeted everyone in a cheerful voice: "Grandpa Fang, Grandpa Village Chief, Grandpa Chen, Grandma, oh, everyone's here! I bought so many great things at Daji today, they're all really amazing!"

The village chief and Doctor Chen paused, turning back to look at the kang (heated brick bed). "Nannan's back! What did she buy that makes her so happy?"

"Potato seedlings! I bought 100 jin (50 kg) of potato seedlings! The uncle selling them said that if you plant 100 jin, you can harvest at least 1000 jin (500 kg) of potatoes!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room widened their eyes.

"Can 100 jin yield 1000 jin?"

"What is a potato? How can such a high-yield crop grow in that area?" Dr. Chen, who had never seen this before, looked completely bewildered and couldn't keep up with the conversation.

Fang Tiesheng explained, "Potatoes are a food. My daughter bought some before. They have a soft, powdery texture, are filling, and don't require much chewing."

"Really? This stuff has such a high yield! If we can successfully grow it, combined with the wheat in the fields, our village won't have to worry about food for a whole year!"

"It's true!" Ya Ya nodded her little head vigorously, took out a bag of potato seedlings from her space and put it on the ground: "The uncle and grandma who sell potatoes taught me! As long as you cut these potato seedlings with little sprouts into small pieces and bury them in the soil, they will take root and sprout."

Moreover, it's not picky about the land; you don't need to specifically look for fertile vegetable plots. It can be planted anywhere on a hillside. My uncle said it's fine as long as it's not too waterlogged; too much water will ruin it.

These words struck everyone like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

They have farmed for generations and know the difficulties of farming. The yields of good land and poor land are vastly different. If the yield of ordinary crops is two or three times that of an acre, it is considered a bumper year. Even the best wheat seeds and corn brought back from that land need to be carefully selected and fertilized. Even if the yield per acre is exaggerated, it will not be ten times that of the original.

This crop, called potatoes, can yield a thousand pounds from a hundred pounds of seeds planted, and can be planted freely on barren hillsides.

It's simply a miracle!

Fang Tiesheng reached out and picked up a potato plant from the bag, examining the tender sprouts emerging from its surface repeatedly, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Grandpa Fang, Grandpa Village Chief, I also bought an electric trolley! It's powered by electricity, and the stall owner said it's extremely dangerous. I only managed to buy it with Grandma Duck's help! The stall owner said that with just a light touch, it can knock down a wild boar or even a cow."

"Take a look at how to use it, and bring it to Brother Da Niu to hunt wild boar tomorrow."

Fang Tiesheng's hand trembled violently, and the potato in his palm rolled to the ground.