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

She picked up a slice of meat and put it in her mouth. After just one bite, her face was filled with disbelief: "I was worried about the strange smell of the mutton when I was preparing it, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to eat it and it would be a waste of such expensive meat. But who knew that after cooking it in the pot, the gamey smell was completely gone, and it was so fresh that I wanted to swallow my tongue! Old man, you should try it too!"

Ji Chuntao ate a few slices of chili oil, then tasted the clear broth base. Seeing that no one seemed to have thought about making dipping sauce, she got up and mixed a bowl with fermented black beans, chopped green onions, minced garlic, soy sauce, and soybean paste. She then scooped a spoonful of mushroom broth base and stirred the dipping sauce well.

Pick up a piece of bright green vegetable, dip it in the mushroom soup, then put it in the dipping sauce bowl. Your eyes light up again as you eat.

"Everyone, try dipping it in some sauce, it tastes completely different! You can taste several flavors from one pot, this hot pot is really a fun way to eat."

Upon hearing this, Ya Ya first picked up a piece of fresh mutton that Grandma Liu had cooked for her in the clear broth pot. She took a bite and gasped repeatedly. Then she picked up another piece and dipped it in the sauce that Aunt Chun Tao had mixed.

"It's so delicious! Aunt Chuntao's dipping sauce is amazing! It has so many flavors!"

Ya Ya's little feet kept wobbling, and her head followed along, as if she wanted to carry the bowl and run around the yard to express her amazement at the delicious food.

Little Bean and Little Shuanzi were also eating with their eyes squinted and heads bobbing, it was so delicious!

How can the meat that Sister Ya Ya brought back from the Celestial Realm be so delicious!

The young men, including Da Niu, Zhao Hu, and Xiong Bo, couldn't contain themselves. They threw large chunks of meat into the red soup, scooped them up, coated them with minced garlic and fermented black beans, and ate with great gusto.

"This beef tallow coats the fresh meat, simmering in a steaming pot. One bite and I'm sweating buckets! I once ate at a feast at the prefect's house, and even that hot pot wasn't this wonderful! Today I'm truly enjoying an incredible feast!"

"That's right, Brother Xiong. Life is much better with our girl than up there!" Big Bull replied without looking up, chewing on his meat.

The courtyard was filled with steam, and everyone was busy cooking around the table, with exclamations of surprise rising and falling.

As the meal progressed, the village chief even brought out a small bottle of corn liquor that he had gotten from Nannan earlier. He shared some with everyone, and they sipped the liquor while eating the meat. The hot pot meal left everyone sweating profusely and with round bellies. They even consumed several cabbages from the cellar.

After a satisfying meal, everyone strolled out of the courtyard in twos and threes, walking along the newly paved gravel path to digest their food.

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Ya Ya followed Granny Liu for a while, then suddenly remembered that there was something she seemed to have forgotten to mention. She quickly looked around and found Gou Ya, who seemed to be heading towards the river, not far away by the roadside.

Ya Ya ran up to Gou Ya and said, "Sister Gou Ya, there's something I forgot to ask you."

Gou Ya stopped when she heard the sound and looked at Ya Ya, whose little face was flushed: "What is it? Just ask."

"Sister He Miao also mentioned something else, asking if we could customize hats. It seemed like she had pictures, and some only had written descriptions, or something like that, and we'd make hats according to the customer's wishes." Ya Ya blinked a few times. That must be what she said, right? She didn't misunderstand, did she?

Gou Ya immediately understood. Custom-made hats—she knew that. But how could customers from that region be so impressed with her craftsmanship?

"I can do it. If there's a drawing, I can make it almost exactly like the drawing. If there's no drawing, there might be some differences."

Relieved by Sister Gouya's affirmation, Ya Ya skipped off to find Granny Liu again.

My mother-in-law developed leg problems when she was young. Her legs would ache and become weak after walking for a long time, making her prone to falling. In previous years, when she went out to find wild vegetables, Ya Ya would support her. She was my mother-in-law's little walking stick.

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Xiong Bo couldn't put down the pile of novel tools and solar-powered devices at all. He had no patience to digest his food. After eating, he only took a few breaths before dragging Fang Tiesheng to Doctor Chen's courtyard.

Many of the new terms in the instruction manual were only recognized by Fang Laoxian, so he had to be dragged along.

"Master Fang, I think the solar water heater has the simplest structure, with not many complicated pipes. Once I understand the instruction manual, I should be able to install it."

One sentence shut up the words Fang Tiesheng was about to utter.

Fang Tiesheng's two old legs, which were not used to his own efforts, were now walking very fast. If the solar water heater could be installed and the water pipes connected, his daughter would be able to take a hot bath.

The two went to the courtyard and each found a stone to sit on. Fang Tiesheng flipped through the instruction manual, while Xiong Bo sat next to the cardboard box, holding an electric drill in one hand and a screw in the other, pondering it.

The nails in their hands looked quite different from the iron nails they were used to; the nail heads had spiral patterns and gleamed silver.

He tried to drive the nail into the old wood next to him, but found that the threads were stuck and it was not easy to drive it in. He then pressed the button on the electric drill, and the drill bit whirred.

Xiong Bo frowned. It must have been driven in by rotating it? The grooves on the nail were not flat, but rather slanted downwards in a circular pattern.

He then took out a pointed Phillips head screwdriver from the toolbox. (Note: Screws were introduced to China during the late Ming Dynasty, Tianqi era, and no one had seen them before.)

He had previously used this thing as a small chisel to scratch the wood, but it didn't stick to the surface, and he was wondering how to use it. Now, after examining it closely, he has discovered some clues.

He tentatively placed the textured nail in his hand on the wood, then used the mallet-shaped tool to wedge the nail head in, and then rotated it to screw the nail in, and then rotated it in the opposite direction to screw it out.

"Good heavens! Such an ingenious object! This textured nail paired with this mallet locks in place with a single turn. What a brilliant idea!" Xiong Bo slapped his thigh hard.

Ordinary wooden nails require a lot of effort to hammer in, and they easily loosen and slip out after being driven in. But these nails, with their spiral grooves, go in and get stuck firmly. The immortals are indeed immortals, able to come up with such practical and labor-saving objects!

Fang Tiesheng leaned closer and squinted at the "club" in Xiong Bo's hand, mentally matching it to the illustration in the book. "This is a Phillips screwdriver, and the nail is a screw. It's not some kind of club."

"A snail? You know, it really does look a bit like the whorl of a mountain snail." Xiong Bo twirled the Phillips screwdriver in his hand, then held up the electric drill and asked, "What's this called?"

"It seems to be called an electric drill?" Fang Tiesheng wasn't sure either. There were too many pictures in the book, and none of them were exactly the same. But since it turned on with a press, it should be the same as a light bulb. The closest thing to it was an electric drill.

Xiong Bo looked knowing. "I knew it had to be related to electricity again. But where does this electricity come from?"

He held the drill up and examined it closely, then his eyes lit up. He reached behind and pulled out the battery. "So that's how it is!"

Fang Tiesheng stared at the drill, now completely dismantled, and jumped to his feet. "You! You! You! You! How could you take this apart like this! This thing was borrowed; we have to return it!"

Xiong Bo tilted his head, carefully examined the groove under the electric drill, found the clip, pushed it with his hand, and the black cube in his hand was put back in place. He pressed it, and the electric drill restarted.

"It's alright, I've put it back. Master Fang, I understand! This black cube is where electricity is stored, like the cylinder in a flashlight or the black box in an electric drill! I just don't know how much it can store or how many times this drill can be used."

Fang Tiesheng clutched his chest, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden shock; he was too old to handle it.