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

Ya Ya stood in front of the wall of glasses, and Chen Lei handed her a small basket.

She picked out five pairs of reading glasses, one pair with frames in each of five colors: black, brown, red, green, and blue.

Then my gaze fell on those dark sunglasses, which wouldn't dazzle my eyes under the bright sun... I'll get a couple of pairs too.

Two pairs of sunglasses, one black and one white, were also put into the small basket.

I chose a small green dinosaur-shaped decorative frame with a black round frame.

There were nine pairs in total. After thinking about it, I took the pink one with ears to make it a round number.

Just then, someone in front of us went to pay their bill. "You go ahead and pick what you want, I'll take care of something else."

Chen Lei gave a brief instruction and then turned to get busy at the counter.

Ya Ya nodded obediently and slowly strolled to the side, dragging her little basket.

Just a few steps ahead, there's a shelf of cups.

There are so many different kinds—transparent, ceramic, printed—that Ya Ya can't possibly take them all in.

There are also colorful little cups with curved little ears.

In their village, people relied on rough earthenware bowls for drinking water and rinsing their mouths. These bowls were thick and heavy, dark and gray, without any patterns. After holding them for a while, their little hands would ache.

Or it's just a gourd ladle cut into pieces, very rough, there aren't that many different shapes.

Even Ya Ya herself, who receives the best treatment, is using the large water ladle she bought last time. She's never seen such a proper container before.

The entire shelf was filled with translucent glass cups that sparkled in the light, so exquisite they seemed to exist only in a painting. Ya Ya's heart pounded as she looked at them.

I didn't dare touch it; it definitely wasn't worth two yuan, and I'd be heartbroken if I dropped it.

She tentatively reached out and gently touched a small, pale yellow cup with curved handles on the shelf closest to her, with a tiny, light blue five-petaled flower printed on it.

As soon as it was touched, the little cup moved further inside.

babble?

Ya Ya's eyes lit up. It was surprisingly light and nimble, like the material of a large water ladle.

She grew bolder, stuck two little fingers into her curved ear, and pulled out the small yellow cup.

It's so light!

Like holding a leaf in your hand.

There are no small cups like this in the village, but Ya Ya knows that this is a drinking treasure that is a hundred times better than any bowl in the village.

This little curved hand can easily reach in and grasp it; it's light, delicate, and steady.

It's convenient for drinking water and rinsing your mouth on a daily basis.

There are also many beautiful colors.

She looked left and right, and picked out several in various colors.

Let's take a few back first. Grandpa Fang is the oldest, and his hands always shake. Little Shuanzi is too small to lift the rough porcelain bowls. If they work well, we'll pick one for everyone next time we come. We can even choose the color!

Everything is only two yuan, what a great deal!

After picking out the small buds, she dragged her little basket and slowly moved to another shelf.

Hanging above were many small net bags, inside which were a bunch of chubby, round things, some like small animals, some like little babies, all in pink and yellowish-white colors that were pleasing to the eye.

She reached out and gently pinched it; it was as soft as a freshly steamed bun, leaving a small dent when pressed.

Ya Ya looked at the small pit and her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, did you break it?

Ya Ya pouted and reached out to take it down. She knew she would have to pay for it if she broke it, and she couldn't leave it hanging there for her uncle to sell.

But when I held it in my hand, looking at that yellowish thing that looked like a little animal with a small tail, the little dent I had made slowly swelled up again.

Huang Xiaoshou turned back into its original round and chubby form.

Ya Ya's eyes widened.

She reached out and poked it again, and a big dent appeared on Huang Xiaoshou's belly. Then Ya Ya stared intently as her white belly miraculously returned to normal.

She simply squatted down and picked up the little thing, turning it over and touching it.

This thing isn't made of clay or cloth; it's soft and smooth, and feels incredibly comfortable to knead.

Ya Ya pinched and released the toy, then pinched and released it again, her eyes sparkling. What kind of rare little toy is this? How can I play with it?

"You like this?" Chen Lei's voice suddenly came from above.

After he finished settling the bill, he came over for a stroll and saw the little girl squatting under the shelf, hugging and squeezing a toy dragon.

"These pinchable toys sell really well in our shop, kids and girls love them. We have several kinds of these dragon toys, and this Kitty one is cute too. Do you like it, Kuromi? We also have Cinnamon Dog."

Chen Lei smiled and took a few more.

Milk Dragon?

Is this little yellow beast called Milk Dragon?

Do the dragons here look like this?

What is that Blackie? Ku Nuomi? Yu Guigou?

Ya Ya looked up at the string of colorful little trinkets in the shopkeeper's hand, each with a stranger name and a cuter appearance.

Seeing her curious yet bewildered expression, Chen Lei explained gently, "These are small toys that people hold and play with, or hang on bags as decorations. When you're bored and your hands are itching, you can squeeze them to relieve stress and pass the time."

Ya Ya nodded as if she understood, and then squeezed the milk dragon in her hand again.

It can also be hung on a bag; it would look really nice hanging on your little cloth bag.

Pick one for Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshuanzi too.

This won't break if you drop it, and it won't break if you squeeze it.

Xiao Shuanzi's little hands are like tiny pliers, he doesn't know his own strength, so buying him one to play with is just right.

Ya Ya blinked, stood up, and stared at the few pinchable things in Chen Lei's hand, looking at them from left to right.

In the end, I got Kuromi and Cinnamon.

"They didn't choose Hello Kitty?" Chen Lei raised an eyebrow.

"Is there anything else you need? Uncle will take you to find it."

Ya Ya looked down at the contents of the small basket and thought about it carefully. She had already started to recognize characters, so how could a character who was good at recognizing characters not know how to write?

She tilted her little face up and said in a clear, bright voice, "Uncle, I want to buy pens and paper too. I can read now, and I want to practice writing!"

"Wow, that's amazing." Chen Lei smiled, leading her to the other side and picking up a calligraphy practice book and a ballpoint pen. "Here, this."

Ya Ya looked at the strange pen and notebook, shook her head, and said, "No, it's a calligraphy brush with bristles on the tip."

Chen Lei was stunned. Ya Ya Village was actually still teaching traditional Chinese culture and practicing calligraphy. That was incredible.

He bent down and found a calligraphy brush and two packs of rough-edged paper.

Do you have ink?

Ya Ya shook her head.

He also brought a 300ml bottle of calligraphy ink and gave Ya Ya a small petal-shaped ink dish as an extra gift.

After calculating the time, Ya Ya decided not to continue shopping. Her little basket was already quite full, so she went to the counter with Chen Lei.

"It's forty-four yuan in total."

Ya Ya skillfully found a green 50-yuan bill.

She looked around one last time.

Sister Hemiao wasn't here today. I don't know if she'll be here next time I bring wild vegetables. If she isn't, I'll ask the shop manager to give the vegetables to Sister Hemiao.