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

Right in the center of the table was the stewed meat that Ya Ya had specifically requested, a huge bowl full.

The small fish and snails that Zhao the hunter caught a few days ago had expelled the mud and sand, and were also served. However, there were few seasonings in the village, and there were hardly any ginger left. There were only a few simple oils, salts, and soy sauces that Ya Ya had brought back. The fishy smell couldn't be suppressed, and the taste was really not good.

Braised pork and small sausages are also chopped and steamed together with white rice. You can eat a big bowl of rice without any other dishes.

The villagers aren't picky about anything; as long as there's food, they're happy. Even meat that doesn't taste good is still meat.

There was not a single dish left on the table.

Everyone ate to their heart's content, their bellies round and full.

After dinner, everyone worked together to clean the yard. They carefully selected the baskets they were going to take to Ya Ya, and didn't take any extra.

This basket takes up too much space, so the aunt over there said she wanted two. The villagers were worried that if there were too many, Ya Ya would get tired and have made a wasted trip.

I picked one of each style, nested the larger ones inside the smaller ones, opened the trolley box lid, and stacked them inside, gathering a total of about ten.

Grandpa Wang's little ear-shaped ear was also inserted, and Ya Ya touched the smooth little ear and couldn't put it down.

Even though Grandpa Wang is blind, he can weave such a clever little basket!

The sky gradually darkened, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Grandpa Fang and Grandma Fang helped each other as they slowly walked home, stopping by the vegetable garden for a quick look.

With just a casual glance, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the vegetable garden, tiny, tender green shoots have sprouted, seemingly out of nowhere.

Adorned with tiny water droplets, it was shiny and glossy green.

Grandma Fang couldn't help but smile, her heart filled with warmth.

The vegetables have sprouted.

The people in the courtyard hadn't completely left yet, and Grandpa Fang was leading three children in practicing writing and recognizing characters.

Aunt Lin planned to cook a bowl of hot noodles for the three children after it got dark, and then go back to rest.

Grandpa Fang first carefully taught Xiaodouzi to recite the first few lines of the "Thousand Character Classic" several times:

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless."

The sun and moon wax and wane, and the stars and constellations are arrayed in the sky.

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

The leap year completes the cycle, and the musical scales harmonize with the seasons.

Little Bean shook his head and recited along.

Grandpa Fang waited until he remembered before explaining the meaning of those sentences in detail.

"These sentences mean that the sky was bluish-black, the earth was yellow, and the universe was formed from chaos..."

Ya Ya listened attentively, and she can recite it now!

After explaining and confirming that Xiaodouzi understood, he let Xiaodouzi practice writing by himself while looking at the book. Then he picked up the book "King of Literacy" and slowly taught Yaya one character at a time.

Xiao Shuanzi also liked this red and green book very much. The first page showed a little boy with bangs wearing a small hat, with a big "I" on his head.

This little book is really well made; it has pictures and illustrations, and the text is large, so even little kids can understand it at a glance.

Xiao Shuanzi watched for a while, but seeing that the page wasn't being turned for a long time, and that Sister Ya Ya and Grandpa Fang were whispering and gesturing, he lost patience and sat down to the side to start kneading clay, looking like he wanted to build a mini stove.

With each stroke of your pen, time slipped away unnoticed until evening.

Once night had completely fallen, everyone dispersed.

Ya Ya pushed the cart full of small baskets to Grandma Liu and waved gently.

In a flash, the little girl disappeared without a trace.

……

Unlike the damp atmosphere of Lotus Village after the rain, the morning market here is dry and refreshing, with the lively atmosphere and heat hitting you in the face.

Ya Ya stood steadily with the help of the stroller. Across the street, under the red canopy, her aunt had changed into a maroon apron, which made her look even healthier.

"Oh, what a coincidence! Good morning, little boss." Before Ya Ya could even lift her foot, a warm greeting drifted into her ears.

She looked up and saw the same grandmother who had asked to buy a basket yesterday.

Ya Ya immediately smiled and greeted her in a cheerful voice, "Good morning, Grandma!"

"I brought you the basket! My mother-in-law and the villagers wove this, there are so many styles, take a look."

As soon as Cao Xiulian saw the commotion, she spotted Ya Ya and immediately waved with a smile:

"Hey—Ya Ya's here! Come here, come over here!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Guifen realized it was inappropriate to stop the shop owner, so she helped him with the stroller and led the child to Cao Xiulian's fried sugar cake stall.

Cao Xiulian had already laid out a plastic sheet and noticed that Ya Ya's little cart had its lid open, with a tall stack of various baskets inside.

"Wow, these are all so exquisitely made."

As she spoke, she helped Ya Ya unpack the baskets that were nested together, one by one, and neatly placed them on the plastic sheet.

Wang Guifen saw the first basket that was taken out, the smallest one on top, about the size of a palm, and snatched it away before Cao Xiulian could even put it down.

"Oh, this is good, it's perfect with garlic and ginger, it's a pity there's only one."

She touched it over and over; the round, bulging little basket even had a small handle. Once she bought it, she could hang it on a hook, and it would fit perfectly.

Peeking closer, I saw twelve baskets of different styles and sizes, neatly arranged on the plastic sheet.

Ya Ya handed two baskets, each marked with a small piece of straw rope, to Wang Guifen: "Grandma, these are the baskets you brought yesterday, the ones my mother-in-law wove."

Grandma Liu was worried that Ya Ya wouldn't be able to tell the difference, so she specially tied a rope to mark it.

Wang Guifen happily picked up the two baskets, putting the smallest one in as well. Looking at the other baskets below, she thought, "Hey, the biggest one is pretty good too."

It features two wide handles, with dark cattail and light grass interwoven together, forming a subtle retro pattern, making it both sturdy and pleasing to the eye.

"This big one is perfect as a laundry basket!" She liked it more and more as she looked at it.

"Hey boss, how much are they? I'll take these five." Wang Guifen casually reached for another square basket.

Ya Ya scratched her head, looking a little lost, and looked at Cao Xiulian with her round eyes for help: "Auntie, how much should I sell it for?"

Cao Xiulian was also taken aback. She really didn't know the market price for handmade baskets, but handmade ones were time-consuming and laborious, so she couldn't sell them cheaply.

The two agreed on twenty-five yuan, so the smallest one is ten yuan? The lowest is eight yuan, I can't go any lower.

The square basket is also about 25 yuan, and the working hours seem about the same.

As for the largest one with two colors and patterns, it should cost at least double.

Before she could even figure out the price, several more customers gathered around.

Someone recognized Ya Ya at a glance and quickened their pace: "Hey, isn't that the little girl who sold wild vegetables last time! Got some wild vegetables again?"

When they got closer, they found that the baskets were all empty.

Some of them were disappointed, but their eyes were drawn to the exquisite little baskets.

Squatting down for a closer look, I realized it was purely handmade, with a rustic charm.

"Huh, why are they selling baskets now?"

(No one has guessed it yet! ⊙∀⊙!)