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

When Ya Ya returned to Grandma Liu's little mud house, the rain was still drizzling outside.

The pheasants in the yard were clucking, and Xiaodouzi led Xiaoshuanzi to dig up some small insects by the wall to feed the chickens.

Everyone else simply sat in the yard on dry grass, their fingers flying as they wove cattail baskets. Grandpa Wang's hands were so fast that you could see afterimages, and the cattails were very obedient in his hands.

His usually ashen face seemed to have regained its radiance.

Ya Ya peeked out from behind the door frame, her bright black eyes scanning everyone around, but she didn't see the village chief's brown and pink floral jacket.

Grandpa Fang was there, wearing his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, staring intently at the planting paper, carefully studying it.

"Grandpa Fang!"

As soon as Ya Ya called out, everyone in the yard looked up at her.

"Come here quickly." Ya Ya waved her little hand, her little face showing a hint of mischievous mystery.

Fang Tiesheng could tell from her appearance that she had probably gone to that magical place again, not the morning market, but a place with two-dollar shops selling mirrors and soap.

Did he bring back paper and pens again? Otherwise, why would I call him?

He quickly folded the paper in his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked into the house.

Ya Ya stood next to the stroller and opened the small box.

"Grandpa Fang, quickly take it out and let me see!"

The small box contained a white, slightly transparent bag and a red bag, both filled to the brim.

Fang Tiesheng recognized the red bag; it belonged to the two-yuan store!

"You went to the two-dollar store again, huh, little girl? What did you buy? So much stuff?" Fang Tiesheng smiled and bent down, picking up one bag in each hand, carrying two bags in total.

When the bag on top is lifted, the material underneath is revealed.

Fang Tiesheng froze abruptly, his old legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance, bracing himself on the edge of the table with his elbows.

The bottom is neatly stacked with books!

He swayed, put the two large bags on the table, rubbed his eyes hard, squatted down, and with trembling hands reached out to gently pick up a book.

This is a vertical version of the "Thousand Character Classic".

At first glance, it even looks a bit like the books from their area.

Fang Tiesheng shakily put his reading glasses back on his nose, opened the cover, and inside was...it was their writing!

Each stroke is neat and square, the ink is clear, and the paper is flat.

The key point is that the characters are not incomplete or missing parts; they are the proper and legitimate script that they can learn and use for examinations!

The pages were a little yellowed and the edges were slightly curled, but in Lotus Village, where even a complete old book was hard to find, it was a treasure fallen from the sky.

Fang Tiesheng held the book, his fingertips stroking the pages again and again, his throat tightening, and a surge of hot heat rushed to his eyes.

Having lived most of his life, he never dared to hope, much less imagine, that he would be able to own so many neat and clean books in his lifetime.

He moved with extreme gentleness, taking out the books one by one, his heart trembling more and more as he looked at them, feeling more and more like he was dreaming.

"Grandpa Fang!"

Ya Ya's voice pulled him back from this shocking yet blissful dream.

The little girl clung to the edge of the box, laboriously pulling out the brightest little book with a cover featuring a cute, colorful rabbit. She clutched it to her chest like a precious treasure, her eyes curving into sweet crescent moons.

"This book was specially chosen for Ya Ya by the shopkeeper. It's called 'King of Literacy'! Ya Ya should study hard to learn to read, and then she'll be a king!"

Fang Tiesheng looked at the little girl holding books in her arms, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and then at the layers of books in the box. His heart ached with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

"Grandpa will teach Nannan to read properly. Nannan is the cutest and most amazing girl in our village!"

Ya Ya covered her face with a book, shyly hiding behind it and laughing. She was the most powerful queen!

"Oh, right, Grandpa Fang, I also bought medicine."

The little guy was secretly happy for a while, then reminded Grandpa Fang.

From the moment Fang Tiesheng saw the book, he didn't move an inch; his eyes were glued to it.

When Ya Ya thought of Grandpa Village Chief, her little brows furrowed slightly, and she said in a serious tone, "Grandpa Village Chief had a big cut on his hand. I bought medicine for Grandpa Village Chief. Fairy Sister also gave Ya Ya a lot of other medicines, and she put little notes on them all."

Ya Ya wants to give this to Grandpa Village Chief so he can keep it and distribute it to everyone for medical treatment if they get sick in the future.

medicine?

Fang Tiesheng finally pulled his attention away from the book, his eyes, still immersed in the fragrance of ink, slowly turning to the two bulging bags that Ya Ya was pointing to.

medicine!!!!

This word, like a thunderclap, exploded in his mind.

Last year, the village's only doctor was forcibly taken away by the government and never returned. Since then, the villagers have been left to fester when injured, endure illness when sick, and await their fate when burned.

A small cut can fester into a large sore; a common cold can be fatal; and a persistent high fever is like a death warrant.

Fang Tiesheng's already trembling legs went weak. He gripped the edge of the table, his thin hands showing prominent veins.

Seeing this, Ya Ya quickly helped him up and put him on a chair.

Fang Tiesheng took a deep breath before trembling as he untied the translucent bag that made a rustling sound when touched.

With a soft rustling sound, a bag full of neatly arranged small boxes, bottles, medicine packets tied with thin rope, and rolls of white cloth, each with a small note with large characters pasted on it, was presented before him.

"Grandpa Fang, this is a little note that Sister Hemiao stuck on Yaya." Yaya stood on tiptoe, pointing at the little notes with her little hands.

"My sister said that this medicine packet is to be boiled in water and drunk. Sister Hemiao wrote down how much to drink each day on a small piece of paper. After drinking it, the wound on Grandpa Village Chief's hand will be healed."

Fang Tiesheng flipped through the small slips of paper, his hands trembling violently.

He recognized many of the local characters, but he had no idea what the words "erythromycin ointment" and "pure blue anti-inflammatory tablets" printed on the box meant, even though he recognized the characters. He didn't know what they were for when put together.

Fortunately, there was still a note.

Her handwriting was written in large, elegant characters, clearly and plainly explaining the usage, application, and corresponding symptoms.

Even someone like him, who had never seen these things before and knew nothing about medicine, could understand them at a glance.

As Fang Tiesheng touched those little slips of paper, his aged heart was struck hard, burning with a sour heat that it almost exploded.

How kind and gentle must that girl named Hemiao be to think of everything so thoroughly and meticulously?

"May the Bodhisattva protect us... May Heaven protect us..."

Fang Tiesheng's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Grandpa Fang, why are you crying? Don't be sad. Ya Ya will buy you medicine when you get sick in the future!" Ya Ya patted Grandpa Fang's back, thinking that he was envious of the village chief's grandfather for having medicine.

Fang Tiesheng's burning emotions were almost choked by the little girl's words, and he coughed violently twice.

"Grandpa Fang, let's hurry and bring the medicine to Grandpa Village Chief, along with gauze and ointment for the wound. My sister said it's for removing salt. Oh, and those pills too, Grandpa Village Chief needs to take them if he gets a fever."

Ya Ya doesn't remember the name of the medicine, and she doesn't understand the words either.

Why do we need to reduce salt intake when we're sick? Salt is so good; it gives us energy.

But these things didn't stop her from writing them down and retelling them.

Ya Ya was a little anxious. The village chief must be in too much pain to come over. She had to get him over there quickly.

Fang Tiesheng followed her instructions, finding them one by one and gathering them together.

There was still a light drizzle outside. He took off the raincoat from behind the door and put it on. He had Ya Ya hold the small bag of medicine, then held Ya Ya in front of him and carefully covered her with the raincoat before hurrying to the village chief's house.