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

The rain was falling in a fine, slanting drizzle. People in the courtyard saw Fang Tiesheng wearing a raincoat, tightly holding Ya Ya in his arms, and carrying a large bag. Curious, they asked:

"Old Fang, the roads are slippery in the rain, where are you taking Ya Ya?"

Fang Tiesheng didn't stop walking, carefully watching the road beneath his feet: "Go to the village chief's house. Ya Ya brought some medicine back for the village chief from there."

"Medicine? You can actually buy medicine there? Thank goodness, Ya Ya is such a lucky star!"

"Be careful in the rain, walk slowly!"

Grandma Liu, still worried, kept reminding her.

"I know!"

Walking through the slippery mud, the two hurried to the entrance of the village chief's house.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was as heavy as if a large stone were pressing down on it.

Grandma Li was wrapped in two thick quilts. The kang (a heated brick bed) was burning hot. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face was abnormally flushed, but her lips were unusually pale.

His breathing was rapid and heavy; he couldn't drink water or swallow porridge. He was feeling dizzy and was barely hanging on by a thread.

She had already endured a life of hardship, suffering from malnutrition for many years and having a weak constitution. The recent dire situation in the village, with its lack of salt and food, made her condition even worse.

That night, I was both exposed to cold winds and drenched in rain.

Coupled with intense mental stress, he collapsed all at once.

The village chief sat by the bedside, his eyes red and swirling with anxiety.

He only remembered the old folk remedy: if you have a fever, you should cover yourself up to sweat. But after covering yourself up all night, sweating profusely, his wife not only didn't get better, but became more and more confused, and her fever rose even higher.

There's no one in the village who understands medicine, so they don't even know which deity to pray to right now.

Grandma Li, her eyes half-open and her breath faint, was still trying to comfort him, her voice hoarse and soft: "Don't cry... Brother Gousheng, I've lived to be this old, it's been worth it..."

"Before, I worried about food, clothing, and taxes every day, and I was afraid I would starve to death in these mountains... But following Ya Ya, I saw the village have grain, salt, and a way to make a living, and I enjoyed many happy days..."

Those bad guys who wanted to harm me, I've personally eliminated them all. I feel relieved... I've gotten my money's worth, really enough...

She coughed a few times, her throat feeling like it was being cut by razor blades, but she still managed to instruct, "That remaining woman on the back hill, Tiger must get rid of her... We can't let her disrupt everyone's good life..."

After she finished speaking, her eyelids drooped, and she slumped into a drowsy state again.

The village chief's tears fell silently onto the blanket, and he sobbed without a sound.

Just when he was feeling disheartened and almost in despair, two familiar voices came from outside the courtyard gate.

One figure, aged and the other youthful, pierced through the drizzle and crashed straight into the house.

"Li Gousheng, Gousheng, are you home?"

"Grandpa Village Chief—"

The village chief froze. How did Ya Ya get here?

It's raining, the children can't get cold.

He got up and opened the door, and saw a large and a small figure at the gate. He was about to step over when he thought about the situation inside the house. If he went over there and passed the illness on to Ya Ya, he would be committing a terrible sin.

He subconsciously took another half step back into the house.

"What's up?"

Fang Tiesheng was taken aback: "What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious? You won't even open the door for us."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the bolt on the low door.

"Don't come in! Don't come in!"

The village chief shouted sternly!

Ya Ya was startled by the shout. What's wrong with Grandpa Village Chief?

"Fine, fine, we won't come in. You have to tell us what happened, or you'll scare Ya Ya." Fang Tiesheng said sternly.

The village chief's Adam's apple bobbed a few times. He glanced into the house and, perhaps because the door was open for ventilation, Granny Li's breathing seemed a little easier.

"Gui Xiang... Gui Xiang has a fever, a high fever, and she can't eat or drink anything... She's... she's delirious... Children are delicate, and the house is full of sickness, so it will affect the child."

"Ya Ya is the lucky star of our whole village. If anything were to happen to her, I wouldn't be able to pay for it with my life..."

Upon hearing the village chief's words, Fang Tiesheng paused for a moment, then slowly lowered his head to look at Ya Ya in his arms and the small bag she was holding.

The rain was still falling gently, and the only sound in the world was the sound of the rain.

Apart from the village chief, no one in the village knew about Granny Li's affair.

Ya Ya didn't know either; it was just a coincidence, but it was such a coincidence...

In an instant, an indescribable tremor shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

He suddenly believed it.

They believe that there is a God in this world, and that Heaven is watching over and protecting their Lotus Village.

Ya Ya was the savior that their entire village, which had suffered for half their lives, had finally found.

"Grandpa Village Chief, don't be afraid, Ya Ya brought medicine for fever!"

"Take it inside quickly and ask Grandpa Fang to teach you how to eat it. Give it to Grandma, and she won't feel hot anymore! My sister said it's very effective!"

Ya Ya's tender voice rang out at the courtyard gate, her eyes full of concern.

"Ya Ya also brought some medicine to treat the big cut on your hand, Grandpa Fang. Remember to teach it to Grandpa Village Chief as well."

"Okay, okay, Grandpa will definitely teach you well. Leave it to Grandpa."

Fang Tiesheng, who was in a daze, came to his senses and quickly replied.

Then, looking at the village chief at the doorway who seemed struck by lightning, he shouted, "What are you standing there for? Come and get the medicine!"

The village chief's heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

He suddenly realized what was happening, took out the old oil-paper umbrella leaning against the door, and stumbled out.

Fang Tiesheng, wearing his reading glasses, looked at each of the small boxes one by one.

He put Ya Ya under the eaves of Grandma Wang's house next door.

Acetaminophen, Yuzhen powder, fever-reducing patches, erythromycin ointment...

He deciphered the words on the box one by one, as if he were reading a book written in a foreign language.

The little notes were clearly written; for example, the acetaminophen tablets were labeled: "One tablet at a time. Do not take after the temperature drops. Use with a fever-reducing patch."

The village chief, holding an umbrella and standing an arm's length away, stared longingly at the small box in Old Fang's hand.

Fang Tiesheng didn't want to give it all to him at once, but Gou Sheng was also illiterate, barely knowing any characters, let alone the other side of the language.

The two of them spent a long time comparing the notes before they finally memorized them.

Fang Tiesheng gave the village chief the few emergency items first, and didn't rush to give him the others, for fear that he might get them mixed up.

The village chief, his eyes red, took the medicine. His oil-paper umbrella tilted to one side in his hand, and rainwater drifted in, wetting his shoulders, but he was completely unaware.

"One tablet at a time... Don't eat it anymore once it's no longer hot... One packet at a time, decocted with water and taken orally... Apply to the forehead..."

He kept repeating it to himself.

Fang Tiesheng also carefully followed the instructions written on the note: "The medicine should be swallowed with water, so as not to choke. Do not take more than one pill. Once the fever goes down, you will be fine."

The village chief nodded repeatedly, tears welling up in his eyes, which he stubbornly held back.

"I understand... I know..."

He then looked at Ya Ya, who was quietly waiting under the eaves not far away.

The little girl leaned obediently against the wall, her little nose slightly red from the wind, and just looked at him with clean and bright eyes.

He gripped the medicine in his hand tightly, then slowly bent down and bowed deeply to the buds under the eaves.

Without further delay, he turned and ran into the house.