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

seventy!

Ya Ya's eyes widened in shock. Old Cheng has lived such a long life, he's so old!

The oldest person in the village is Grandpa Wang, who is not even sixty years old.

My mother-in-law often says that being able to live peacefully to sixty is a great blessing, let alone seventy, which is extremely rare. She is definitely a lucky star in the town and village.

This grandfather named Lao Cheng Dong must be a man of immense good fortune.

No wonder they went to the capital to pick out gifts; there are many nobles and high-ranking officials there, so the selection is definitely more complete than here.

Ya Ya's little brain was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

My mother-in-law's birthday is coming up soon, so can I receive birthday gifts too? There are also many glittering gold items with the character "寿" (longevity) on them in my space.

Cheng You ignored Ya Ya's shocked expression and checked the progress with Engineer Yu again.

When Ya Ya came to her senses, she saw that Sister Cheng You was busy with important matters and did not make a sound to disturb her. She felt that the two of them would not leave for a while, and she could not ask Grandma Duck for help in front of them, so she quietly slipped out with her stroller.

Come back and collect the things when no one's around.

……

A thick sauce was simmering on the stove, its fresh and spicy aroma carrying a hint of refreshing sourness, the small fire bubbling and churning.

Ji Chuntao was lost in thought, holding a nearly thawed bag of white chicken feet.

I wonder what method the people over there used to freeze these ingredients so hard. My daughter said the weather there is warmer than in the village.

If we could learn how to freeze these ingredients, the villagers could store food when it gets hot, without worrying about it spoiling, and we wouldn't have to keep bothering Nannan with storing and retrieving it.

She poked the soft, bouncy chicken feet and heard from her daughter that they would taste even better if stewed in a pressure cooker, but she still needed to figure out how to do it.

The two pressure cookers in the village had been stored in the cellar for quite some time, but she had only used them once.

The pot lid was exceptionally thick, and it took some effort to tighten it.

Once the firewood was burning brightly, something happened inside the pot. Suddenly, the small iron lump on top of it hissed and popped up, with white steam shooting out wildly through the small hole. The piercing sound of the steam startled her, and she quickly took the pot down, fearing that it would explode on the spot.

Ji Chuntao's gaze fell on Xiong Bo, who was squatting in a corner of the yard, fiddling with something. Perhaps...

Before Ji Chuntao could make up her mind, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the corner where Xiong Bo was waiting, startling everyone in the courtyard into stopping what they were doing.

"Is it thundering?"

"Is it raining outside?"

Some people craned their necks to look outside the courtyard.

"Excuse me, it's my..." Xiong Bo held a small black strip in his hand, a few strands of hair on his head curled up from the perm.

Niu Cuihua frowned. "Master Xiong, what are you doing with that thing? It's so startling. Don't hurt anyone."

Xiong Bo smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't do it right. I'll be more experienced next time and I definitely won't blow it up again."

He looked at the lighter wreckage in his hand. The thing looked like it was filled with water, and the few parts on it weren't complicated to disassemble. It was a small thing, but after taking it apart, there were more than a dozen parts in total.

From the topmost easily disassembled metal plate to the lightweight cube next to it that could be ignited by pressing down, after removing them, there was a small stick inside with an extremely thin spring around it. Pulling out the spring revealed several delicate parts underneath, which Xiong Bo disassembled one by one without any problems.

He couldn't find the connection point even after disassembling it to the bottom where the water was stored. Since it was just water, he decided to pry it open with small stones. However, the thing exploded as soon as he touched it.

Moreover, the water inside felt exceptionally cold and stinging when it exploded on his hand, but in the blink of an eye, the water stains disappeared completely.

The water in this celestial realm is truly extraordinary.

Xiong Bo silently wrapped the small parts in a cloth. He didn't know how much the item was worth, or how much work he would have to do to pay off the debt.

Ji Chuntao stared at Xiong Bo, who seemed completely unaffected, and her resolve strengthened.

This Master Xiong Bo is really tough.

I heard that she held a fire in her hands last night but it didn't catch fire. I don't know what she did this time, but it exploded and she's fine. So... if her pressure cooker exploded, she shouldn't be hurt either?

I'll have Chef Xiong Bo oversee the stewing of chicken feet later.

The minor incident did not affect the work at hand. Gouya and several grandmothers sat by the water vat washing a full basket of wild vegetables and mushrooms that the villagers had just picked from the mountain.

Grandma Liu took a knife and carefully sliced ​​the fresh beef and mutton into thin slices.

They planned to use the sauce that Nannan brought back, which was called hot pot base, to cook hot pot for lunch.

Since I couldn't cook for the next few days, I decided to try this novel way of eating, called hot pot, today.

Xiao Shuanzi grabbed a handful of small insects and held them in his hand: "Grandma, let's make hot pot."

Grandma Liu turned her head, startled, and quickly grabbed Xiao Shuanzi's hand, pulling him towards the chicken coop. "How can you put this in the pot! This child, where did you dig up so many bugs from..."

Xiong Bo held a long strip he had taken from a lighter in his hand. This thing was the one used to press down under the casing, and a thin wire was sticking out from the side.

It contains copper wire.

This should be an electrical wire?

Xiong Bo wasn't quite sure, so he tried pressing it. There was a crisp click, and a faint flash of electricity appeared at the end of the thread.

Xiong Bo's eyes lit up. He pinched the end of the thread and pressed it again. His fingertips suddenly went numb. He subconsciously let go, only feeling a slight sting for a moment.

He jumped up abruptly. "Auntie, where are Old Immortal Fang and the others?"

"Go left out of the courtyard and walk all the way to the village entrance where there is an old well. The old man is repairing the well over there," Niu Cuihua pointed.

"Okay, thanks!" Xiong Bo fiddled with the piezoelectric igniter in his hand, clicking and popping.

He needed to go and confirm with Master Fang and the village chief whether this was the electricity they were talking about!

……

"The wellhead and the bottom need to be covered with a layer of cement. If there's enough lime in Hu Zi's kiln, we should fire some more blue bricks. The red bricks have too many small holes, and they don't feel very solid." Fang Tiesheng was standing by the well, holding a notebook in his hand, talking to Zhao Hu.

"Okay, the silt in the well can also be used."

The big ox, with a rope tied around its waist, was shoveling mud at the bottom of the well with an iron shovel in its hand.

"Da Niu, be careful when you dig. Don't loosen the well wall at the bottom." The village chief would glance at the bottom of the well every now and then.

"master!"

Xiong Bo saw the group from afar and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Fang Tiesheng felt a headache coming on whenever he saw him and turned his face away.

"What is it?" the village chief asked.

"I touched the electricity! I think I understand something!" Xiong Bo reported happily.

"Huh? Where did you find it?" Everyone was stunned.

"This!" Xiong Bo raised the small black cube in his hand, pressed down hard with his fingertips, and a small blue spark flashed at the end of the line.

Fang Tiesheng looked at the small cube in Xiong Bo's hand. "Where did this come from? How can you be sure it's electricity?"

Xiong Bo blushed slightly: "I...I took apart your lighter. This is what's inside. I touched it. When I pressed the wire, it felt tingly and a little painful, just for a moment. I think it's electricity. Why don't you try it too?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer, ready to give Fang Tiesheng a good whack.