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

Ya Ya only let go of her little hands after stepping onto the kang mat.

Phew, I can finally relax.

She looked at the bags and thankfully none were missing.

Zhao Hu reacted the fastest and came over to help carry the bags downstairs. He didn't know what these were; they were all big and not refined rice. They tasted strange.

Fang Tiesheng's eyelids twitched when he saw the huge words "urea" on one of the yellow bags.

Urine...does it come in different types, meat and vegetables?

Several adults were busy moving the bags away. Ya Ya shook her little hands, her knuckles showing faint red marks from the bags.

Grandma Liu's heart clenched. Seeing the reddened hand, she quickly stepped forward, gently took Ya Ya's little hand, and blew on the red mark.

"Oh my little girl, you can't bring so many next time, does it hurt?" Grandma Liu rubbed and blew on her.

"It doesn't hurt." Ya Ya pulled her little hand back; it really didn't hurt at all.

The old village chief, Fang Tiesheng, and Zhao Hu saw this and felt both ashamed and heartbroken.

They are useless, making such a young child like Ya Ya run around for the sake of their entire village.

Completely unaware of the adults' thoughts, Ya Ya looked at the three bags piled on the ground, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She raised her other little hand, pointed to a large red and green bag, and said in a clear voice:

"Grandpa Village Chief, these are wheat seeds! The lady who owns the seed shop said they're called seed number 6, and one mu (approximately 0.16 acres) can yield at least 550 jin (approximately 275 catties) of wheat!"

550 jin!!!

The four adults in the room seemed to be frozen in place, their eyes wide open.

Before they could catch their breath, Ya Ya pointed to the other two bags, "This yellow one is 'urine tree,' and the white one is 'rich fertilizer.' Auntie said that if you scatter them on the ground, the wheat will grow stronger."

"I was afraid I wouldn't remember how to use it, so I asked the shopkeeper to write a note for me. Grandpa Fang, look!" As she spoke, Ya Ya took out a neatly folded piece of white paper from her small cloth bag.

Fang Tiesheng, whose name was called, stood up with red eyes, leaning on the table for support, and solemnly accepted the paper handed to him by Ya Ya with both hands.

The words on the paper were large and clear. Although he didn't understand the meaning of some words, he recognized all the characters. Moreover, the shopkeeper wrote them in a very simple and easy-to-understand way, so it was quite easy to follow along.

Grandma Liu covered her mouth, her eyes red-rimmed.

Although they don't have to worry about exorbitant taxes and levies or the cost of exchanging salt and cloth for food for the time being, they have grain in their hands and are not anxious. This is a principle ingrained in the bones of farmers.

The land is the farmer's heaven, and seeds are the lifeblood of a family.

Five hundred and fifty catties per mu...

They're lucky if they can get 200 jin per mu; that's only possible with top-quality fertile land.

The land in Lotus Village is not fertile and there is little land. If the weather is not kind to you, with drought or flood, you might not even be able to harvest a hundred catties per mu after all the hard work.

The village chief's hands were shaking.

He looked at the three large bags on the ground, then at Ya Ya, and his knees buckled; he almost knelt down before Ya Ya again.

He was stopped halfway through by Fang Tiesheng.

"What are you doing? Stop doing all this. Let's grow more, make steamed buns and white flour for our little girl."

"Yes, yes, make something delicious for Nannan." The village chief took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions.

Zhao Hu stood aside. He was a rough man and couldn't say anything nice. He just felt his nose sting and his eyes well up with tears.

Fang Tiesheng looked up at Ya Ya and said, "Okay, good girl, tomorrow we'll take these fertilizers and seeds and follow this recipe. We'll make sure the wheat grows strong and healthy."

The village chief made a small opening in the bag, revealing plump, large, and round golden wheat seeds.

Such good seed, no wonder it yields 550 jin per mu...

Ya Ya felt a little uncomfortable seeing everyone's red eyes and silence.

Remembering that she still had many things to take out, she snapped open the lid of the black box on the trolley, took out a few small packets of seeds, and presented them to Grandma Liu like a treasure.

"Grandma, look! These are persimmon seeds, and also cucumber, loofah, and zucchini seeds. Tomorrow I'm going to plant them behind the house, so we can have persimmons to eat every day!"

Grandma Liu's ears were filled with nothing but melons, nothing but persimmons.

She looked at Fang Tiesheng. "What kind of melon? Loofah? Horned melon?"

Fang Tiesheng shook his head.

I've never even heard of it, let alone grown it.

But seeing the expectant look in Ya Ya's eyes, no one said no.

Farmers have no reason to be afraid of not knowing how to grow things, especially since these are treasures that Ya Ya brought back with great effort, including Ya Ya's favorite persimmons.

"Okay, plant them all. Grandma will plant them all for Yaya. We'll plant them first thing tomorrow morning!"

Grandma Liu took the packets of seeds from Ya Ya's hands.

"There's fertilizer too!" Ya Ya huffed and puffed as she pulled a small bag of fertilizer out of the box.

"Sprinkle this on the fruit, and it will grow bigger and sweeter."

"good!"

Grandma Liu responded repeatedly, saying that her daughter had brought back nothing but hope today.

It is the village's hope for continued self-sufficiency.

"Are you tired, little one? Let Grandma take you to wash your hands," Grandma Liu asked, putting her arm around Ya Ya.

Because of the delay, it was already time for Ya Ya to go to sleep.

"Wait a minute, I have something else. I also bought new clothes for everyone." Ya Ya waved her little hand and turned around. A rustling sound came from the small box.

She took out a bag, pulled out a neatly folded piece of fabric, and, imitating the older boy, flicked it with her little hand, causing the fabric to unfold with a whoosh.

It turned out to be a long robe-like garment!

The color is a mix of dark green and light gray, giving it a sturdy and crisp look.

The green is calm and steady, as green as a painting composed of dappled leaves in a forest.

If you wore this, you would look so smart and imposing.

Zhao Hu stared intently at the clothes in Ya Ya's hands, unable to tear his eyes away.