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

The newly turned pitchfork immediately showed its unique usefulness as soon as it hit the ground.

With its five prongs deeply embedded in the soil, a gentle pry can loosen and turn the entire clod of earth over, making it effortless, easy, and stable.

And those gloves, they fit all five fingers perfectly inside, so they don't rub at all!

The whole village only had this one pitchfork, and everyone was reluctant to waste a single bit of their strength. They took turns using it, keeping the pitchfork up even when someone was resting, and continuing to work even when someone else was changing.

Lotus Village is nestled in a mountain valley, where even tiny plots of land are incredibly valuable. The entire village has only about five or six acres of wheat fields, which are pieced together from various places.

In previous years, it would take a whole day of hard work to cultivate five or six acres of land using plows and hoes.

But this new pitchfork is so useful that it can turn an acre of land thoroughly and loosely in less than an hour.

In previous years, loosening the soil relied entirely on strong men, while older men with clumsy hands and feet could only pull weeds and fertilize from the sidelines.

But this year is different. A group of elderly people originally thought it would take several days to complete the task.

With this new farming tool, even Grandma Chen, who is the weakest in the village, can hold the handle and step down steadily. With a pry and a flip, she can easily loosen a small piece of land, and her face is beaming with joy.

Everyone crowded around the new farm tools, eager to use them, creating a lively atmosphere.

On the contrary, the old plow that was the most valuable and sought-after in previous years now stood alone in the field next to it, guarded by only Zhao Hu.

He can't put weight on one leg often; it's lame. If it weren't for this lameness, he would have been taken away too.

Normally, it doesn't affect his work or hunting, but this constant trampling is practically targeting Zhao Hu. He can only work after everyone else has finished loosening the soil and planting seeds.

With the new, handy tools and the new boots that don't get muddy or leak, everyone's enthusiasm soared, and they worked at an astonishing speed.

What would normally take a whole day to work on was turned over neatly in just half a day.

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After eating at home, Ya Ya took out the small basket she used when she went up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables.

The basket was specially woven for her by Grandma Liu. It was small and delicate, with a narrow opening and a deep belly. Two straps were made of straw rope, and the length was just right, reaching her shoulders. It was neither too big nor too small, just right for her to carry.

I put the leftover morel mushrooms that Aunt Lin couldn't bear to cook yesterday into a small basket, and also added some leftover chicken thigh mushrooms and wood mushrooms, all of which I kept for myself to eat because I couldn't bear to cook them.

I went outside and picked a handful of wild onions.

The small basket wasn't very big to begin with, and now it was already stuffed to the top. Ya Ya grabbed a handful of wild onions in one hand and a handful of bracken in the other.

Wild onions can be found everywhere in the mountains, but she still remembers that the old lady who heard about wild onions actually wanted to spend money to buy them.

Everyone was out by now, so she picked up a little bit of everything she saw in the yard. Her little basket was so full that she couldn't hold any more in her hands, and her little purse got hot, so she went to the night market.

The small figure, carrying a small basket on his back, holding scallions in one hand and a handful of ferns in the other, immediately attracted a lot of attention as he stood by the roadside at the night market.

Why are there little kids selling vegetables so late at night?

This basket is so small, what can it hold?

Ya Ya didn't care about being stared at; she'd been there so many times already, she was used to it.

Carrying a small basket and groceries, I headed towards the two-dollar store.

People on the street curiously peered into her delicate little basket, and once they saw it, they couldn't look away.

This dark thing looks like a morel mushroom?

The scallions in my hand, are they... wild scallions?

I didn't notice it from a distance, but as soon as I got closer, the strong yet refreshing aroma of scallions wafted over me, more than ten times more fragrant than those grown in the market.

The owner of a fried rice stall next to them sniffed hard, unable to resist, and came out from behind his cart to get even closer.

The aroma of scallions grew stronger and stronger, filling my nostrils.

And from that basket, a faint aroma of fresh mushrooms wafted out, which seemed particularly fresh and sweet amidst the Hextech scents that filled the street.

Not a single part of it was covered.

The shop owner couldn't help but ask, "Little friend, did you bring these mushrooms and wild onions here to sell? Can I see what kind of mushrooms are inside?"

Ya Ya turned her head and saw a ruddy-faced uncle with a double chin, who was warily pulling the basket to his chest and shaking his head like a rattle, "I'm not selling! I'm not selling!"

These mushrooms are for Sister Hemiao and Uncle Shopkeeper.

They've helped her so much, and now that they finally have some valuable mushrooms, and so many people are vying for them, they must be something good. She wants to send them over.

The boss was both amused and exasperated by her possessive attitude towards the food, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not taking it, I'm just asking."

After saying that, he sniffed hard again, his gaze falling on the large bunch of wild onions clutched in her small hand, his tone pleading:

"Could you sell me just a little bit of this scallion? I need this kind of fragrant scallion for my fried rice, just a little bit will do."

Ya Ya looked at the large bunch of wild scallions in her hand, feeling a little conflicted.

Seeing this, the owner immediately added, "How about I give you another bowl of fried rice made with these scallions?"

Ya Ya frowned slightly, pondering to herself.

This amount of scallion shouldn't be used much. Most people only add a little bit of chopped scallion when cooking, and no one eats it as a main dish. There should be enough left over to share.

If that's not enough, I'll bring more over in a small cart tomorrow.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay, I'll share a little with you."

After saying that, he put the bracken on the ground, squatted down, carefully counted ten wild onions, and handed them over.

The boss's lips twitched silently; ten scallions are still scallions.

"How much is it, little one?"

"I don't know, Uncle, you can give me whatever you think is appropriate." Ya Ya picked up the bracken.

The fried rice stall owner thought for a moment, "Then I'll give you two dollars, based on the price of premium wild onions."

"Wait a minute, I'll cook you a bowl to take away."

He then rinsed and chopped the wild onions, grabbed a small handful, and put them into a hot oil pan. The unique aroma of the wild onions burst forth instantly. When stir-fried with local eggs, the fragrance wafted far and wide, attracting several passersby to stop and gather around.

Seeing that a customer had arrived, the owner sped up his work, cooked a small bowl of steaming hot fried rice for Ya Ya, covered it with a lid, added a small spoon, and put it in a plastic container.

After thinking for a moment, I took a wild egg from the red plastic basket next to me, peeled off the mushrooms on top, and gently stuffed it into Ya Ya's little basket.

"Here'll also give you a free-range egg. Next time you have such fragrant scallions, please bring some back for me if you're passing by."

Ya Ya nodded her little head. This business is easy to run; you can find plenty of them on the roadside.

Two yuan could buy another small mirror.

The fried rice vendor smiled broadly, his hands moving non-stop with the spatula. Good things are easy to recognize, and these wild scallions are truly delicious!

One serving costs an extra dollar, and in no time, the chopped scallions from ten scallions were used up.