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

It took the village chief a long time to recover from the earth-shattering shock. His finger trembled as he pointed at the five-pronged pitchfork: "Nannan... have you asked how this thing is used?"

Don't bring back such a big piece of metal that you don't know how to use; it would be a waste.

Fang Tiesheng's mind was in turmoil. He went through everything Ya Ya had told him, and he found that cloth was cheap, rice was cheap, and even books and medicine were inexpensive. Nowadays, even a large piece of fine iron forged into a farm tool only cost thirty.

Does that mean that everyone in that place is well-fed and warmly clothed, and never has to struggle for a meal?

Their farming skills must be unimaginably amazing.

And those exquisite handicrafts, like the "fairy chicken" and the flashlight, are all things that have never been heard of before.

Now they've figured it out: the "ji" in "lighter" doesn't mean chicken as they thought, but rather the "ji" in "machine loom," which is quite ingenious.

Thinking of this, Fang Tiesheng's eyes were also burning with anticipation as he held his pen, waiting for Ya Ya to explain how to use the pitchfork.

Ya Ya climbed back into the pile of boots, rummaging through the remaining things while carefully recalling what the grandfather who kept the talking green bird had said.

"This is specially used to loosen the soil, that's what Grandpa, who's carrying the little bird, said." She stretched out her little hand and gestured as if to hold it.

"Just hold the handles on both sides, insert them into the hard soil, step on them and pry them open, and the soil will loosen."

The village chief's eyes lit up as he listened. He touched the five-pronged pitchfork, tried to grip the handle as Ya Ya had described, and stepped onto the flat pedal.

They immediately clicked, exchanging glances with Zhao Hu and Fang Tiesheng.

I'll take a flashlight and go outside to try it out in a bit!

"Darling, how much are the rain boots?" Fang Tiesheng sat back down, holding a pen.

His notebook was spread out in front of him, filled with dense notes on prices.

Five-pronged earth-turning fork: made entirely of fine iron, thirty-one pieces.

The ink on the latest line of text is still wet.

The back of the rain boots is left blank, and the mushrooms I brought in this afternoon are also written on. The prices are left blank, waiting for Ya Ya to tell me to fill them in.

"Rain boots are fifteen yuan a pair, and the ones for little kids are a yuan cheaper. There are also liberation shoes, seven yuan a pair." Ya Ya answered quickly, while constantly taking green shoes out of the stroller.

Shoes too?!

It was only then that the adults realized they hadn't even helped Ya Ya get her things out yet; they were too busy being surprised.

Grandma Liu and the village chief immediately and quickly helped Ya Ya scoop it out.

The room was piled high with green shoes, a bundle of dark gray cloth covers, a few persimmons and eggplants, and at the bottom, a tray of eggs and two lumps of fresh meat.

These eggs are all unhatched and will never hatch into chicks; the village chief ate the five he took at the beginning.

Undeterred, he took a few more.

In fact, experienced farmers all know how to tell whether an egg can hatch into a chick.

You can tell if an egg is a hatching egg simply by holding it up to the light and touching the shell.

However, they felt that things in that divine realm couldn't be judged by ordinary standards. Who knew what the chickens were like there? Perhaps only those that were translucent inside could produce chicks.

It wasn't until the village chief tested ten eggs selected from the three batches that he was certain they were not hatching eggs.

As for what the hatching eggs look like, he doesn't know. He just needs to see if the child can bring back eggs of a different shape next time. These yellow, concave ones are no good; they're all fertile eggs.

The items were laid out one by one, and everyone quietly watched Ya Ya, like students waiting for their teacher to give a lecture.

Ya Ya held up the green shoes in her hand: "These are liberation shoes, they're green, and they cost seven yuan a pair."

"This round shell protects your toes; if you kick a pebble, your toes won't hurt."

"Grandpa also said that these shoes are the kind of shoes the soldiers wear over there, and they're really comfortable and durable. I tried them on, and they fit snugly and are lightweight, with soft soles. The stall owner also said they'll last for years without breaking!"

After talking about the shoes, she pointed to the bundle of dark gray cloth covers:

"This seems to be called gloves, to protect your fingers, um..."

Ya Ya scratched her little head. "I don't know how much it cost. Grandpa helped me talk to the stall owner and said it was a free gift since I bought so many things."

After saying that, he gave a small yawn.

Grandma Liu's heart softened upon hearing this, but before she could do anything, she heard Ya Ya half-close her eyes, think carefully for a while, and then take out a piece of paper from her small handbag.

"The mushrooms and baskets are all sold out, they're selling really well! Even the grandma from last time couldn't buy any, so my aunt wrote down the prices for me."

Grandma also gave Ya Ya a hundred yuan, saying she wanted to keep it for her so she could bring some mushrooms and wild onions to Grandma tomorrow…

Fang Tiesheng took the paper from Ya Ya's hand.

Grandma Liu took Ya Ya's little hand and led her off the kang (a heated brick bed). "My dear girl, you know everything now. Come on, Grandma will heat some hot water for you to wash your feet and wipe your face. Let's get some sleep."

While Granny Liu took Ya Ya to the kitchen to wash up, Fang Tiesheng quickly finished writing down all the prices.

All three of them put on rain boots, and the unique feel on their feet was a novel experience for them.

Zhao Hu hung his old straw sandals around his waist with a rope, carried a five-pronged pitchfork and a bag of rain boots, the village chief carried a pair of liberation shoes, and Fang Tiesheng carried eggs and persimmons. Together they walked towards the cellar.

We'll distribute the shoes first thing tomorrow morning when the villagers come over.

As they approached the cellar entrance, the village chief glanced at the five-pronged pitchfork in Zhao Hu's hand, and his hand suddenly felt an intense itch.

Unable to resist, he said to Zhao Hu, "Hu Zi, don't put the fork in yet. Let's put things away first, and I'll try it out!"

Zhao Hu's eyes lit up. Coincidentally, he also wanted to try out this big iron thing.

The three men quickly put the items into the cellar, and Zhao Hu came out carrying a fork.

I found a quiet corner, turned on my flashlight, and the beam of light shone steadily on the ground.

The village chief took the fork from Zhao Hu's hand and felt its weight; wow, it was quite heavy.

He gripped the handle tightly with both hands, aimed the five long, sharp teeth at the ground, and plunged them in with force.

It sank deep into the soil without any effort.

The village chief took a deep breath, slammed his foot on the pedal, and flicked his wrist upwards—

Hula la.

Large chunks of hard soil were pried up and turned over to the sides, which was fast and effortless, more than ten times faster than using a hoe!

"Goodness!" the village chief couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes lighting up.

Fang Tiesheng had been itching to see it for a while, so he squeezed past the village chief and pried one open as well.

Three grown men surrounded a pitchfork, taking turns trying it out, finding it increasingly exciting, and wishing they could turn over the entire backyard right there and then.