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

The soil turner used a pitchfork to turn over the clods of soil covered with base fertilizer, while the person following behind carefully crushed the soil into small pieces with a hoe.

In previous years, the base fertilizer included some livestock manure, but this year all the livestock are gone, so we only kept the little bit we produced ourselves after fermentation.

Add some wood ash and the soil from the kang (heated brick bed) that was previously used to clean the kang at Granny Liu's house, then add some black mud dug from the river, and mix it all together into the soil in a sticky, gooey consistency.

Fang Tiesheng stood to the side holding a soft measuring tape. After the ground was turned over, he took the tape and measured the spacing, then had everyone dig small pits according to the dimensions.

Put three or four corn seeds in each hole.

The sun slowly climbed higher, warming people's bodies.

Everyone was wearing thick floral-patterned jackets, and fine beads of sweat were seeping from their foreheads and backs.

Little Bean followed behind his grandfather, who carried a bucket of manure. Little Bean guarded the three small pits he had dug himself, where he had planted three nests of corn seeds he had chosen.

After carefully placing the seeds, Xiao Douzi scooped up some soil and covered them with a thin layer to protect them. Then, he carefully poured the soil into the three small holes, allowing the nutrients to slowly seep into the soil and nourish his precious seeds.

He's been eating well lately and has plenty of fertilizer; in the past, he wouldn't have been able to save enough fertilizer to water three small puddles.

One acre of wheat and one acre of corn were planted neatly in just one morning.

Some restless villagers had already run off to weed another acre of land. The village chief cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Eat first! Eat your fill before you continue!"

On the way back, Ya Ya saw clumps of wild scallions by the roadside and casually picked several handfuls.

"Daughter, why are you always picking these scallions?" Fang Tiesheng asked with a smile.

Ya Ya proudly waved the scallions in her hand, "An uncle who sells fried rice bought ten of my scallions and gave me two yuan! There was also a free-range egg and a small bowl of egg fried rice. He put a lot of oil, scallions, and eggs in it. It smelled so good!"

Ya Ya has already given the small bowl of fried rice she brought back to Aunt Lin, so that everyone can have a taste after it's heated up.

Ten scallions, two yuan? Fang Tiesheng felt like he was dreaming; even dreams weren't this bizarre.

"Free-range eggs?" Upon hearing this, the village chief came closer.

There used to be a village outside where there were chicken farmers who specialized in raising chickens and selling eggs. They produced large quantities to supply restaurants and wealthy households in town, and those eggs were different from the eggs laid by their own free-range chickens.

Moreover, chicken farmers don't raise roosters much. Roosters don't lay eggs and only eat grain, which is expensive. Therefore, most of the eggs in the market don't hatch into chicks.

He was puzzled at first, but now that he hears the word, he roughly understands.

The place Ya Ya went to had eggs that were no different from the ones here, and they also distinguished between their own eggs and those from other chicken farms.

The large quantities that Ya Ya buys each time are from the chicken farm.

No wonder they couldn't hatch.

He'll be able to confirm it once he goes back and checks on that free-range egg.

If they are the same, then let Ya Ya buy some free-range eggs next time; she'll always be able to pick some with chicks.

The others didn't think that much about it.

I heard that ten scallions were worth two yuan each, so I grabbed a few more.

They never thought that these wild onions, which were growing all over the ground, could be sold for money, nor had they ever asked Ya Ya to take them over. They never expected them to be so valuable.

Everyone was holding a bunch of freshly picked scallions, chatting and laughing as they made their way back to Grandma Liu's courtyard.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, Zhao Hu, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted three dark, square boxes firmly fixed to the wooden fence outside the courtyard. He had no idea what they were.

He quickly walked over and noticed that it had tiny grids on it, and it felt like the box in Ya Ya's little stroller.

He turned to Ya Ya and asked, "Little girl, what's this?"

Ya Ya blinked, thought for a moment, and then remembered the strange name: "This is a solar-powered sensor light. I bought it from the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper said that if it gets enough sun during the day, it will glow on its own when it gets dark. He also said it lights up when someone walks by and goes out when they leave. It can be clipped to branches or fences; just make sure the dark side faces the sun.

Upon hearing this, the villagers all gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.

This dark, indistinct square doesn't look like a lamp at all. There's no wick, no oil, no flame; how can it light up by itself?

Sunbathing, does that mean you're absorbing the sunlight inside your body?

Everyone looked at it from left to right, full of curiosity, but dared not touch it, for fear of breaking it if they were not careful.

The old village chief quickly waved his hand, "Alright, alright, what are you all doing here? You're blocking the way. Hurry up and wash your hands and eat, you all smell awful."

"The sprouts don't smell bad."

"The baby doesn't smell bad, the baby smells sweet."

Everyone laughed and teased Ya Ya. Xiao Douzi pinched the corner of his clothes, and then he got smelly too. Xiao Shuanzi was a little mud-covered kid.

After walking a few steps, the group couldn't help but glance back at the three black boxes, then looked up at the sky, wondering when it would finally get dark...

Everyone remembered what Ya Ya said and wanted to see this magical sun lamp.

After lunch, everyone went back to work in the fields.

Grandma Liu didn't weave a cattail basket today. After eating and resting for a while, she carried the basket up the mountain to look for mushrooms.

She kept in mind that since Ya Ya had accepted money from others, she couldn't give them inferior goods; one must be honest in both life and business.

There aren't many good mushrooms left in the yard, so we have to pick fresh wild vegetables too.

……

The courtyard was exceptionally quiet in the afternoon, with only the occasional muttering of Xiaodouzi reciting his lessons.

He has already learned the second page of the Thousand Character Classic.

Ya Ya's progress is also quite fast. At four or five years old, it's the perfect time for a child to learn. She has already studied more than ten pages of "Knowledge King" and can even write the numbers 1-10 quite well.

Besides Xiao Shuanzi babbling and playing in the mud, the little stove he had built a while ago had been stepped on by some careless adult, but he didn't make a fuss. He just scooped up some water with his little hands and started playing with the mud again.

As the sun gradually sank lower, Granny Liu slowly descended the mountain carrying her basket.

We invited Aunt Lin to help us wash the wild vegetables and mushrooms we had picked.

The courtyard gradually darkened, and even the faces became somewhat blurry.

At this time of day, everyone would usually be home, but today they were all gathered together, squatting in the yard, dozens of eyes staring intently at the three black squares on the fence.

It was completely dark; you could barely see your hand in front of your face.

Just then—

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, the three black cubes lit up at the same time, emitting a faint, warm yellow light that slowly spread out and spilled over.

"It's lit! It's lit! It's really lit!"

The crowd was both surprised and delighted, and they all crowded forward.

As soon as someone approached, the lamp suddenly shone even brighter, and three beams of light spread out at once, illuminating half of the courtyard.

"Wow!"

The courtyard was filled with gasps of amazement.

Seeing the three lights crammed together, Ya Ya felt it wasn't bright enough and frowned. She then gave instructions:

"These clip-on lights can be moved around and can be clipped very securely. Uncle Zhao, please take one down and clip it to the top of the doorway for me."

She stood on tiptoe and pointed to the top of Granny Liu's wooden door, where there was a crossbeam.

"One of them was placed next to the stove, and the remaining one was placed on top of the middle of the courtyard gate."

Zhao Hu got up and went over, but couldn't budge it. He then leaned closer and discovered that there was a mechanism on the back, which was quite ingenious, somewhat like a bear trap.

He pinched both sides and pressed hard, and the clamp came loose.

Zhao Hu steadily clipped a lamp onto a small piece of wood that was sticking out from the side of the earthen roof beam.

Ya Ya earnestly reminded him, "Make sure the black board faces upwards so it can get some sun!"

Another one was sandwiched between the wooden fences on the side of the stove, and the last one was firmly sandwiched between the crossbeams of the courtyard gate.

The three lights intertwined, instantly illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime!