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

The villagers had barely breathed a sigh of relief when Ya Ya's words jolted them back up. The village chief's hand, which was holding a grain of rice, froze, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "Daughter... what did you say? Polished rice is the cheapest? And millet... is twice as expensive as this white rice?"

In their minds, refined rice was a rare treat for the wealthy, while millet was for ordinary people. For them, poor families were lucky to eat wheat kernel rice and wheat bran cakes; as long as they could eat their fill and survive, that was enough.

Fang Tiesheng leaned forward. "Ya Ya, how much did this rice cost?"

He figured it would cost at least five yuan, no! Seven yuan a pound. Five hundred yuan for a bag of rice, that's fine too.

Ya Ya counted on her fingers, "White rice is 1.5 yuan a pound. My aunt saw that I bought a lot, so she said it was 1.3 yuan a pound for me. How much is 80 pounds...?"

She couldn't calculate it all at once; there were odds and ends.

Ya Ya pointed to the two cardboard boxes on the cart again, "It's 10 yuan for these two boxes of noodles, plus 1.2 yuan per jin. That's 132 yuan in total!"

Before the group could recover from the shock of the 1.5 yuan worth of fine rice, they heard something even more outrageous: fine noodles! Twenty jin?

Twenty pounds of high-quality white flour is not worth as much as a bunch of shepherd's purse?

They knew things were cheap there, but they never imagined they'd be this cheap.

Fang Tiesheng's heart pounded wildly. He didn't care about the paper and ink anymore. He reached into the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, trembling, and pulled out a folded piece of white paper.

This is his personal notebook.

"Tiger, make the fire in the stove bigger, I need to remember it."

As he spoke, he took out a pen from his other pocket; he had left the ink at Granny Liu's house.

The room was dimly lit, with only a flickering firelight from the stove. His eyesight was already poor, and his head was almost touching the paper.

Upon seeing it, Ya Ya immediately slapped her forehead: "Grandpa Fang, wait! I bought something amazing that lights up!"

As she spoke, she climbed onto the edge of the cart and began rummaging through it.

Hunter Zhao and Granny Liu also reached out to help take things out, and they would move them into the cellar later.

The room was dimly lit, and it was unclear what I touched—some soft, some hard. Judging by the smell, the soft, large lump turned out to be meat.

Ya Ya rummaged around and found a plastic bag. It fell to the ground because of the bumpy ride. She opened the plastic bag by the light of the fire and took out a black tube.

"Look!"

She pressed down gently with her little hand.

A bright white light suddenly shot out from the small black stick and shone directly on the table!

The originally dim room instantly became bright, and even the words written by Old Man Fang on the paper on the table were clearly visible.

The village chief took a small step back, his eyes fixed on the beam of light. "What... what kind of magical treasure is this? How can it be so bright without fire or oil?!"

Zhao Hu's eyes widened, and he tentatively reached out to touch the beam of light. He almost touched it but pulled back, then reached out again, struggling with the light for a while before finally grabbing a handful of air.

It's not hot, I can't feel it!

"Amazing! With this, we won't need a tinderbox when walking in the dark at night." His eyes lit up, and he glanced at the village chief who was still in shock. Sure enough, the old fox was shrewd. No wonder Uncle Village Chief told him to go up the mountain again tomorrow night, saying that Ya Ya would have a surprise. It turned out that he had already guessed it.

Seeing their reactions, Ya Ya giggled, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She waved the flashlight in her little hand, the beam swaying with it: "This is called a flashlight. I bought four! Five yuan each. The stall owner said they'll stay lit for a long time."

With a flick of her hand, she distributed the other three flashlights to the three men: "One for Uncle Zhao, one for Grandpa Village Chief, one for Grandpa Fang, and we'll keep one for ourselves. From now on, we won't be afraid of the dark or falling when we get up at night!"

The three of them carefully took the lightweight flashlight; it was a real treasure!

"There's a button here. Push it forward and it will light up, push it backward and it will turn off," Ya Ya taught them how to use it.

"Clatter".

Four small beams of light lit up one after another in Granny Liu's house, making it even brighter than during the day.

The village chief quickly extinguished it. He didn't know what made it glow, but it must have consumed something, like candles or kerosene.

"Use it sparingly, this treasure can't be wasted, you have to keep it safe." He carefully put the flashlight into his pocket.

The other two were also quickly eliminated and put away.

Ya Ya held up a small flashlight and shone it on Grandpa Fang: "This flashlight costs five yuan. Oh, and I also bought something that can make fire."

Ya Ya handed the flashlight to Grandma Liu, then rummaged through the plastic bags again, picked up a plastic lighter, stood in the middle, and showed it to everyone. "Look at this in my hand, it can make a flame by itself, don't get too close!"

As she spoke, she pressed down with her little hand, and a tiny but bright flame suddenly jumped out from the top of the little thing.

"A divine object!" The village chief hadn't even settled in his seat before he jumped up again, his eyes wary as he stared intently at the tiny flame.

After burning for a while, the lighter got a little hot, and Ya Ya's little hands couldn't hold it, so the flame went out with a "click".

"What is this? How can fire be hidden in such a small thing? How did the flame start without firewood or charcoal?"

"This thing is ten thousand times more powerful than a fire tumbler!" Granny Liu gasped.

Ya Ya dumped a bag full of colorful lighters onto the table. "These are called 'turkey lighters,' and I bought ten! Ten for five yuan!"

The village chief cautiously approached, not daring to touch it, and squinted to examine it closely: "A chicken for starting a fire? How did you start it? It doesn't even look like a chicken. It's completely bald, without a single feather..."

"Why did you choose such a strange name?"

Grandma Liu also came over and gently touched it. It was cold and hard. "Oh dear, why is this chicken hard? Do the chickens over there just look like this?"

Hunter Zhao scratched his head, looking serious. "Ya Ya, what does this chicken eat? Is it fed grains or insects? Does it stop breathing fire when it's hungry?"

Fang Tiesheng held his pen, waiting for the answer with a serious expression. His paper already contained the following:

Today, Ya Ya brought back ten fairy chickens that can breathe fire. Price: five yuan for ten chickens.

Ya Ya scratched her head, blinked, thought seriously for a moment, and whispered, "I... I don't know what kind of chicken it is, or what it eats... There were so many people at that stall, I didn't ask the stall owner."

Upon hearing this, the group became even more convinced that it was a divine object; otherwise, why would so many people be fighting over it?

Luckily, Ya Ya was clever and bought ten.

It's so hard, it probably won't get cold, but I wonder where it's supposed to eat.

Let's put it in the cellar first, and figure it out when Ya Ya asks.

Grandma Liu continued to put things on the kang (a heated brick bed). She took out the meat, a bag of yellow, slightly steaming corn lumps, a bag of soft white cloth, three small bags with green vegetables painted on them, and several small, thick, fuzzy, multicolored items that looked like little baby socks.

But it's much softer than their coarse linen patchwork.

There was also a bag hanging on the handle next to her, containing the shoes and socks she had made for Ya Ya.

Several people had already noticed the dark shoes on Ya Ya's feet; they looked warm.

I wanted to ask a few more questions, but then I saw Ya Ya staring at me as she explained things to Granny Liu, and her little head started to nod down.

"This is corn, these white things are socks, we bought four pounds of meat... and seeds... Auntie even gave Ya Ya a piece of paper with instructions on how to plant them, and two trays of eggs..."

As they spoke, their voices grew softer and softer, and the sky outside grew darker and darker.

The village chief and his companions quietly refrained from making any noise. One of them, holding a flashlight, and the other two, carried all of Ya Ya's belongings into the cellar.