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

"Goodness, it's so detailed! No wonder we need something to tell the time, otherwise how can we tell the difference just by looking at the sun!" Old Sun scratched his head, feeling like his head had grown bigger.

Grandma Zhao stared at the weather chart behind her, then stood up and looked back at the sun that was slowly climbing overhead: "It's really true, it's a sunny day here, and the sun is round."

"What about the temperature back there? What's it like here?"

Fang Tiesheng: "We're at six degrees here now."

"The lower the number, the colder it is, right? Like Chun Tao's thermometer stick, it reads over 90 degrees Celsius when the water boils!"

"Then wouldn't the temperature here be around 40 or 50 degrees Celsius in the summer?"

"Who knows? We'll only know when it gets hot."

Listening to the lively discussion, Fang Tiesheng cleared his throat, looked at the villagers sitting in a circle, and lingered on Old Zhao and the third son of the Sun family for a few more seconds.

"I told everyone before that they could learn these numbers when they had time. I've always kept the blackboard in the yard so that after teaching the girls, those who wanted to learn could take a look together. But no one has taken the initiative. Look at this clock now, it can tell the time and the weather. How can you tell the time if you don't know numbers? Hmm?"

Every now and then I have to ask others, especially Chuan Yatou and the others. It's not only inconvenient for them to work, but also embarrassing to ask so many questions!"

A group of elderly men and women were being scolded by Fang Tiesheng like a flock of quails. Zhao Baotian subconsciously shrank back; he was the most impatient with learning these things. Even after Fang Tiesheng had called on him several times, he always felt it was useless. Illiteracy was perfectly normal for them; these winding, convoluted numbers and symbols looked strange and must be difficult to learn.

It would be more worthwhile to spend that time weaving a couple more pairs of shoes or pulling up a couple more handfuls of weeds in the fields.

The village chief had his hands tucked into his sleeves and his chin slightly raised.

Among the older generation in Lotus Village, apart from Dr. Chen and Fang Tiesheng, who are both educated, he is the only one who can recognize all these numbers.

Fang Tiesheng paused for a moment, then continued, "From now on, every day, take half an hour to come and learn from me. Everyone must come. First, learn the numbers, then recognize a few basic characters. Don't use 'I can't learn' or 'I'm stupid' as an excuse. You'll be able to distinguish any patterns in the future."

Ya Ya sat to the side, watching Grandpa Fang scold the other grandparents like children, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Xiao Douzi's eyes widened too; it turned out that grandparents also had to go to school.

After explaining the ins and outs of the electronic clock, Ya Ya took out her phone from her pocket and squeezed between Qiao Chuan and Ji Chuntao: "Sister Chuan Chuan, I showed the design you drew to Sister He Miao. Sister He Miao said the customer was very satisfied and we can start making it. If we need any materials, just tell her."

Qiao Chuan's lips curled up slightly. He had made some minor decorative modifications based on what Brother Wei had done, but the customer accepted everything without needing any changes. What a congenial customer!

"Oh, and another customer wants to order a custom-made dress. They sent me lots and lots of patterns. Sister Chuan Chuan, take a look. If you can make it, I'll talk to Sister He Miao and ask her to take the order. If you can't, then don't. Sister He Miao said this dress is very valuable; the deposit alone is over eight thousand."

"Huh? Eight thousand?" Xinghua was startled. What clothes cost eight thousand?

Could it be a garment made from the legendary Shu brocade, known for its exquisite craftsmanship and opulent designs?

I heard that the brocade is covered with patterns printed with gold powder, and the officials do not allow ordinary people to wear it. The price of one bolt of brocade can buy several acres of good paddy fields!

Qiao Chuan and Ji Chuntao's pupils both trembled when they heard the price. A dress costing over eight thousand—what would it look like? Could they really make it?

"Yeah, eight thousand, look at this." Ya Ya pulled up the picture and handed the phone to Qiao Chuan.

Qiao Chuan subconsciously looked down, his gaze falling on the blueprints, and his breath hitched.

What gorgeous clothes!

She had never seen anything like it before. The densely packed buttons, from the line drawing to the finished product, were all clearly depicted, and the texture of the fabric seemed to be felt through the drawings.

There were also densely packed small characters on the side for various annotations. She couldn't recognize some of the characters, but she could understand the purpose of the object just by looking at the picture.

"Grandpa Fang, could you please come over here for a moment?"

After Qiao Chuan, Ji Chuntao, and Xinghua finished looking at all the pictures, they called Fang Tiesheng over. "Grandpa Fang, how do you pronounce these words?"

Fang Tiesheng squinted and examined it carefully: "This is a badge... a chain... hiss..."

Fang Tiesheng flipped through the drawings, reading them aloud as he transformed into a cauliflower snake, hissing incessantly.

"So intricate and elaborate, even just the bow tie has five metal fittings. Wow... the texture and color, it must all be made of brass and silver. Ingenious craftsmanship, boundless imagination. It's unbelievable, what kind of person could come up with such a style of clothing, and how could they have thought of matching these things with the clothing?"

The entire outfit possesses both a sharp and heroic spirit, and layers of soft, flowing skirts. The matching hat has a very unusual design, and the various decorations are completely unheard of. The overall design is a dazzling display of gold, red, and black.

Ji Chuntao sighed, "Although we don't need to draw the patterns for this job, it will probably take a lot of effort to do it. Just the fabric and accessories alone will take a lot of work. We have sewing machines, but many of the patterns are not sewing machines and must be hand-sewn."

And, most importantly, those accessories…”

Xinghua nodded: "No wonder the customer was willing to pay over eight thousand in deposits. This design looks even more intricate than the embroidered Shu brocade. Qiao Chuan, can Master Xiong make these small parts? I see there are many thin chains, small crosses, stars, and various other little things that need to be assembled..."

"I don't know either, I'll have to ask him. I'll ask my master when he gets back."

Ji Chuntao added, "We need to ask Master Xiong about this. If he can make these parts, we can take the job; if not, we can't agree to it. We certainly want to make money, but we have to make money from what we can do."

"There's still time, but it won't work if we don't have enough."

"right."

After listening to their discussion, Ya Ya blinked and said, "There's one more thing."

"What's wrong, little girl?" Fang Tiesheng subconsciously took out his notebook.

"Grandpa Fang, I brought some mountain and sea dumplings to give to Sister Chengyou and the others today, and Sister Chengyou's grandpa came too, bringing several large pieces of furniture. My storage room has so many more things now. He said these aren't gifts for me, but rather things they're keeping here for themselves when they come to visit."

As she spoke, Ya Ya swiped through Qiao Chuan's phone, pulling up photos of the new furniture in the warehouse that she had taken, and showed them to the others.

Fang Tiesheng looked at the photo and pondered for a moment: "Did Grandpa Cheng make any requests of you or ask for our help?"

These pieces of furniture didn't look cheap, especially that sofa, which looked much softer than the ones they sat on. He said he was keeping them for himself, but he was probably just trying to get Ya Ya to accept them. He probably had ulterior motives.

Ya Ya answered truthfully, "Grandpa Cheng said he really likes the bok choy we grow. We can harvest the second batch of bok choy tomorrow, right? He said that after deducting the portion we eat ourselves and the portion we want to give away, he wants to buy all the remaining bok choy."

"So, all we can do is buy cabbage?" Fang Tiesheng paused, his pen twitching.

"Oh, and one more."

That's right. Fang Tiesheng breathed a sigh of relief. A sofa costs several thousand yuan. It's impossible to just ask for cabbage. Besides, they didn't ask them to send cabbage. They had to pay for it.

Let him come and hear what other requirements he has.

"Also, as I mentioned before, our radishes were ready to be harvested a while ago, and Grandpa Cheng said we need to harvest the radishes too."

Fang Tiesheng: ...

That's it?