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

Xiong Bo knew all too well how ruthless those people were.

Although the disappearance of this group of guards can be concealed for the time being, the truth will eventually come out. The other party will not give up so easily and will definitely send people into the mountains to search again soon. Moreover, since the previous group of guards disappeared, their search efforts will only be more intense than this time.

The treasure hidden deep in the mountains, coveted by outsiders, is not a treasure trove for Lotus Village, but a knife that could be plunged at any moment.

Although Lotus Village is separated from the campsite by an entire mountain and the treasure's location by more than ten miles of mountain road, life is at stake and there is no room for luck. If it is discovered, it will be a catastrophic disaster for Lotus Village.

No wonder they have so much stuff, yet they haven't repaired or expanded their houses; they must be preparing for the whole village to relocate at any time.

Xiong Bo didn't say anything more.

He simply picked up an electrical engineering book and carefully studied it under the warm white light emitted by the solar-powered clip-on lamp.

Electricity, this powerful weapon, must be understood as soon as possible. At the very least, we need to install that device called the pulse grid to provide an extra layer of protection for the village.

"Why is everyone here today?" Ya Ya asked as soon as she returned to find the house packed with people, with two others sitting by the door.

Upon hearing Ya Ya's voice, the village chief's tense expression eased slightly, and he smiled gently: "Everyone is having trouble sleeping and is waiting for Nannan to come back, wanting to hear what strange things have happened today."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's eyes fell on Ya Ya, and exclamations of surprise rang out one after another:

"Huh? Why does Nannan look different again?"

"Oh my, the little girl looks so cute dressed up!"

"What's that thing hanging around your waist? It's furry, purple fur, is it alive? It looks so strange." Zhao Hu stared at the Kuromi pouch on Ya Ya's waist. What kind of beast was this? He had never seen one before.

Grandma Liu touched Ya Ya's flower bud. "This ribbon is so pretty. Did your aunt tie it for you?"

With so many questions, Ya Ya didn't know which one to answer for a moment. After thinking for a while, she took out some food from her space: "I'll answer later. Grandma, Grandpa Fang, Grandpa Village Chief, and Brother Zhao brought me a lot of new food. Come and try it all. It's so delicious! I also bought a lot of braised meat and sausages."

"This yellow flatbread is called cornbread, it's soft and sweet. This dough ball is sesame ball, and there's grass in it too. It's only five yuan a pound, and I bought a hundred pounds. The stall owner even gave me a discount of 50 cents per pound!"

Now the villagers eat three meals a day, and no one is very hungry. The village chief took two cornbreads, broke them in half with his hands, and distributed small pieces to everyone in the house. The fluffy and oily sesame balls were also torn into several pieces.

Each person only took one strawberry.

The soft cornbread has a natural sweetness from the grains. The soft bread is easy to eat, and Da Niu swallowed it in two bites before munching on a sesame ball.

Xiong Bo held a strawberry between his fingers; it was the first time he had ever seen such a bright red and translucent fruit.

When you bring it close to your nose, you'll first smell a sweet, fruity aroma. Take a small bite, and the juice explodes on your tongue, the sweetness is incredibly rich.

"How could there be such a delicious fruit in the world!"

Seeing everyone enjoying their food, Ya Ya also picked a strawberry and started telling her story as she ate it.

"Brother Zhao came to help out at the store today. These small bags and ribbons were gifts from Brother Zhao. He also accompanied me to buy the corn cakes and sesame balls."

"Brother Zhao? Is that the young boss Zhao who brought us the cement?" Zhao Hu asked, somewhat confused.

Fang Tiesheng frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, Boss Zhao and Cao Xiulian were not in the same place. The girl went to two different places at different times. Could it be that he didn't understand that they were actually the same place?

Ya Ya quickly shook her head: "No, it's not Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao is Auntie's son. He's still in school and is the class leader, in charge of eight people!"

"That Aunt Cao's son is so capable? I thought the only people in charge of the school were the teachers. Aunt Cao doesn't look very old, so her son must be even younger. To be able to manage the school at such a young age is truly remarkable!" Fang Tiesheng exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement.

Zhao Hu, standing nearby, also clicked his tongue in amazement: "Good heavens, could he be the reincarnation of the God of Literature!"

Ya Ya scratched her head, thinking of Zhao Haohao's chubby appearance, and couldn't associate him with the dignified teacher she had imagined.

Did she say something wrong?

Okay, let's take everything out first.

Ya Ya took off her small shoulder bag and then pulled out a gray-purple schoolbag from her spatial storage. She unzipped it and took out the items one by one: "This one with two straps is called a schoolbag, it's used to carry school bags to school. The fluffy one is called a crossbody bag. Brother Zhao also gave me four books, Grandpa Fang, take a look."

"I recognize all the book titles, '100,000 Whys'! There's also a box of pretty pencils, and this is a small notebook; I'll keep it for myself."

As Fang Tiesheng listened to Ya Ya talk, he casually flipped open a book called "100,000 Whys" and a piece of paper covered in writing suddenly slipped out from between the pages.

He bent down to pick it up and spread it out under the light to examine it closely.

It turned out to be an arithmetic exam paper filled with numerical symbols from that region!

There is a number marked in red pen in the upper right corner of the paper—90.

Fang Tiesheng was immediately engrossed in reading, completely ignoring what Ya Ya was about to say. He subconsciously took out a pencil and began to lightly scribble and ponder the symbols on the test paper, his brows sometimes relaxing and sometimes furrowing.

"Darling, didn't we just buy braised pork yesterday? Why did you buy more today? We haven't even eaten many sausages. Do you have enough space to fit them all?" Grandma Liu asked as she tidied the table, listening to Ya Ya's chattering report.

Ya Ya touched the small purse close to her body, and the faint glimmer on her face visibly dimmed, her voice also lowered.

"Mother-in-law," she said in a muffled voice.

"I wanted to let my parents try these delicious foods too, so I bought extra of everything."

Grandma Liu paused abruptly as she tidied the table, a faint, indescribable bittersweet feeling welling up inside her. She reached out and gently embraced Ya Ya.

A five-year-old child should be playing happily on their parents' laps.

But when Ya Ya was two years old, the young couple were conscripted into the army, like fallen leaves swept away by a strong wind, disappearing without a trace.

The earthen mound on the back hill where the clothes were buried was built by Granny Liu herself.

Most children in the mountains are ignorant of life and death, but Ya Ya, at such a young age, always thinks about that empty cenotaph, wanting to give a share of all the sweetness she has tasted to the figures in her already blurred memory.

Grandma Liu gently stroked her back, her eyes slightly warming: "Good...good girl, we'll go up the mountain together, set out the food properly, and have a good talk with your parents."

Ya Ya nestled in Grandma Liu's arms, clutching her little purse tightly in her hand.

If my mother knew how well I'm doing now, she would be very happy.