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

(Feeling the enthusiasm of all my brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and elders, I'm randomly dropping an extra chapter (ˊo̶̶̷ᴗo̶̶̷`))

Ya Ya didn't ask any further questions, but whispered a reminder: "Grandpa Village Chief, how could you be so careless? You must be careful next time."

Just then, Aunt Lin called out that dinner was ready. Today there was braised pork and pastries, and we could also make some hot rice and steamed egg custard without much trouble.

Everyone was having a lively meal while the rain was pattering outside.

Suddenly, Ya Ya slapped her forehead, as if she had remembered something important, and quickly went to Grandma Liu's side: "Grandma! Grandma! I just remembered, yesterday you asked me to bring some wild vegetables to Auntie, and another aunt wants to buy them..."

"Don't rush, don't rush, little girl, speak slowly. Grandma is listening. We'll pick the wild vegetables after the rain stops." Grandma Liu helped Ya Ya sit up.

"No, no, it's a basket. Auntie wants to buy a basket. It's twenty-five yuan each. Auntie told me to come back and ask you if you're selling them. She also said that if you are, she wants two, and she'll take the bigger ones too!" Ya Ya quickly corrected.

She felt like she had forgotten something before going to bed last night, but the cake was so soft and the meat smelled so good that she couldn't remember it.

Ya Ya patted her little chest with a bit of lingering fear, thankfully she remembered.

Otherwise, it would delay my mother-in-law from becoming a proper landlady. o(*≧д≦)o!!

Upon hearing this, Grandma Liu almost dropped her chopsticks.

The cattail baskets she casually weaves can actually sell for twenty-five yuan.

Now the villagers have a vague concept of money over there. A padded jacket costs ten yuan, and warm cotton shoes cost fifteen yuan. These are tangible things that they wear, and they remember how much they cost.

The baskets made from cattails that are picked and dried by the river can be sold for money, and some people even buy them for twenty-five yuan each.

A basket is worth as much as a padded jacket and cotton shoes.

I'm a darling!

Ya Ya's voice was quite loud; everyone at the table could hear it.

Aunt Lin and the other old ladies next to her had their eyes light up instantly. This stuff could be exchanged for money over there, and it was worth a lot of money!

Grandma Liu snapped out of her daze, her mouth agape. "Sell! Of course I'll sell! I'll sell it no matter the price!"

Baskets that would normally sell for a penny have suddenly become valuable and rare items, so how could we not sell them!

The village chief was both surprised and delighted, and even the heavy worry in his heart eased a little.

Wild vegetables are valuable, but that's up to fate; if you can't pick them, your income will be cut off.

These cattail baskets are different; as long as you're diligent, you can keep weaving them and keep having them.

Almost everyone in the village knows this skill!

The dinner table instantly became lively, with everyone chatting excitedly.

Life feels more secure now!

Grandpa Wang, sitting in the corner, clenched his withered hands into fists.

Ever since he went blind, he could only rely on his skillful hands to weave baskets to earn a few coins. Now that the mountain road is blocked, he can't sell his baskets. He relies on his wife to support him in the fields and on the mountain. He feels more bitter than if he had eaten bitter herbs.

He's a burden to his wife; he's a liability to the family.

Later, thanks to Ya Ya's help, he had traveled to many places in his youth and had broad knowledge. He could also help Old Man Fang figure things out and lend a hand, which was of some use.

But I still feel a tightness in my chest.

Hearing that baskets could be sold for money, and for such a high price, Grandpa Wang's cloudy eyes welled up with tears.

He was the best at weaving. Even if he were blind, he couldn't do anything. He could only weave baskets repeatedly. He had figured out all kinds of patterns and styles. No one could compare to him.

He can finally contribute to the village and his family with dignity again.

After dinner, it was still raining. The village chief gathered everyone together and made arrangements on the spot.

Since everyone is too busy to work in the fields, they all come here to weave baskets!

Each household brought over the cattails they had collected, along with baskets and hampers of all shapes and sizes.

We reject anything crooked or loose; we only choose sturdy, well-proportioned, and aesthetically pleasing pieces!

Wang Dazhu's baskets stood out among the pile of baskets, each one exquisite like a work of art, some woven in two colors, others with alternating combinations of several styles.

Everyone was busy and no one noticed that Ya Ya's little figure had disappeared again.

……

The little girl clutched her small purse in one hand and held the handle of the stroller in the other. With a thought, the scene before her suddenly changed.

Suddenly, the area became lively. The lights were dazzling, with lanterns, signs, and small light bulbs strung together, making it as bright as day. People came and went, making a lot of noise.

The familiar smell of stinky tofu wafted into her nose. Ya Ya felt around the little cart to find her way and headed straight for the two-dollar store from last time.

In her little mind, this store was incredibly big, overflowing with everything you could buy, including that magical pipe that could automatically dispense water. She thought that whatever she wanted, this store should have it.

Ya Ya's little mouth was tightly pursed as the cart weaved through the dense crowds of the night market, rolling and rolling.

When they arrived at the store entrance, the loudspeaker was still tirelessly blaring, "Everything is two yuan! Two yuan for everything!" Ya Ya bit her lip, looked at the small steps with various baskets placed at the entrance, and struggled to lift the cart up, one step at a time, until she finally got it up.

She lifted the thick plastic curtain and dragged the cart inside.

"Hey, little one, you're here again?"

Chen Lei looked up and saw her. This time, she had two pigtails tied in her hair, using the same rubber bands he had bought from his shop last time. They were two small loops, one red and one yellow, sticking up.

Then he noticed that the little girl was dragging a small cart behind her. Chen Lei immediately laughed: "Oh, you even brought a cart today? Are you going on a big shopping spree? Last time you bought so much, I was worried you wouldn't be able to carry it all."

Ya Ya smiled shyly, "Hello, shopkeeper. I... I'd like to buy that sulfur soap from last time, and... and..."

Ya Ya thought for a moment, then held up two fingers to show her hand: "I have such a big cut on my hand, what kind of medicine do I need? Do you sell any here?"

Chen Lei's smile vanished instantly, and he leaned forward slightly: "A big cut? Where? Let me see, how did you get that? Did you accidentally cut yourself? What cut you? Is it rusty? If it's rusty, you'll need a tetanus shot!"

Ya Ya shook her head vigorously, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it was our village chief! Grandpa was chopping firewood and got cut by the sickle, it looked so painful."

Her eyes were fixed intently on the shopkeeper, trying hard to recall what he had just said. "Rust... what is rust? Why do we need injections? Will a small embroidery needle work?"

"Rust is when a knife has black and yellow patches on it, and it feels rough to the touch. If you cut yourself with that kind of knife, you need to get a shot; otherwise, you might get a fever or get sick."

Upon hearing the word "fever," Ya Ya's face turned pale instantly. In her little world, a fever was a very, very serious matter; Grandma Liu had almost had a fever...