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

"The salesman said this shirt is waterproof and dirt-resistant. He even tested it with water, and the water slid off immediately after being splashed on it."

"There's fleece inside, so you can wear it over your clothes. Everyone can wear these when we go to the fields tomorrow. I bought eighteen!"

Ya Ya swayed back and forth, "Grandpa Village Chief, Uncle Zhao, Grandma, come and try it!"

Several people gathered around, each picking up a garment. Since all the clothes looked the same, there was no need to choose a pattern.

When I held it in my hand, I found it to be surprisingly light and easy to carry.

The outer fabric feels crisp and a bit stiff; it even makes a rustling sound when you rub it with your fingertips.

Hearing from Ya Ya that it was waterproof and stain-resistant, Fang Tiesheng examined the fabric over and over, touching it repeatedly.

I have no idea what this material is made of, or how the people over there found this kind of fabric.

Then, upon turning it over, one finds a thin layer of fine fleece lining the inside. It's not particularly thick, but it's waterproof on the outside and soft on the inside. It's practically tailor-made for the farmers who work in the village.

While the village chief and Fang Tiesheng were still studying the clothes over and over, Zhao Hu couldn't contain himself any longer and happily picked up the clothes and put them on.

He quickly put it on, and the size was just right. But he turned it over and over, unable to find where to fasten the straps or the buttons.

"Hey? Sweetie, why don't you have buttons on this dress? It won't close properly!"

Ya Ya climbed down from the kang (heated brick bed) and pointed to the two small teeth on the front of her clothes: "Here, these stripes, you align the little pointed end with the groove on the little lump, then pull it up, and it'll close!"

Zhao Hu was completely confused. He lowered his head and fumbled around for a while before discovering a small hanging piece at the bottom with a groove around its edge.

Thank goodness I put that sun lamp inside, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see this thing at all.

He carefully aligned it, inserted it, and then gently pinched the hanging piece and pulled.

"Sizzle—"

With a crisp, light click, the two strips at the front of the garment snapped shut.

"Wow! This thing is amazing!"

He pinched the small piece and pulled it down, then pulled it up again. "Oh my, oh my, how come the people over there have such strange and useful brains!"

After playing for a while, he zipped up his jacket, pulled up the hood of his clothes to partially cover his head, and darted to the small mirror behind the door. He looked at himself from left to right, his eyes shining.

"Beautiful, so beautiful."

The interwoven green veins, varying in shades, resemble the leaves of trees in a deep mountain forest.

Wearing this into the forest to hunt, you can hide among the grass and trees, and the wild animals probably won't be able to spot you!

From now on, hunting will be a guaranteed success every time.

He was delighted with the sight of it, turning around and around in front of the small mirror, but the mirror was too small and he could not see his whole reflection.

Zhao Hu couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Alas, what a pity.

If only there were a mirror as big as the river.

He will then be able to see in its entirety how smart and imposing he looks in this outfit.

Zhao Hu often felt distressed because he couldn't see his handsome full body.

The village chief, Grandpa Fang, and Grandma Liu also put them on.

When Ya Ya was teaching Uncle Zhao, they all watched closely and learned as well. This magical herb really works.

Several elderly men and women were dressed in camouflage work clothes; the material was smooth and slippery, making them look much more energetic.

Fang Tiesheng looked at Zhao Hu moving around in front of the mirror and then noticed that there seemed to be words on Zhao Hu's chest. He looked down and saw that he had words on his own too.

It was hidden inside the pattern, so I didn't notice it at first.

Brothers Baby Factory.

In his mind, a shed for scavenging for scraps appeared, filled with a bunch of little brothers and children, all wearing these clothes.

...Are all the kids over there this tall?

Did our little girl always stare at other people's voluptuous faces back then...?

After admiring the new items for a while, the group, without being reminded, began to quietly pack up and carry the things to the cellar.

Grandma Liu took off her new clothes and folded them to the side, then led Ya Ya to the kitchen.

When the village chief picked up the cart, he discovered that besides clothes, there was also a box of milk inside.

Ya Ya probably forgot to mention this.

But this rare stuff is for the three little ones to drink, so it doesn't really matter whether we mention it or not.

The three people, dressed in new clothes, walked briskly along the path outside.

Occasionally glancing back at the dimly lit courtyard, I feel a sense of warmth and security in my heart.

Zhao Hu lived on a slope near the mountain at the end of the village. As he walked, he suddenly turned and headed towards the beginning of the village.

I passed by the brightly lit courtyard and the old locust tree at the village entrance.

Until they stood still in front of the blocked road at the entrance of the village.

It rained a couple of days ago, and some loose rocks rolled down the mountain, leaving scattered stones on the ground.

Zhao Hu crouched down, listened carefully to the sounds, and then turned on the flashlight and put it aside.

The road leading to the outside world from Lotus Village is bordered by a mountain on one side and a cliff on the other.

The boulders and trees on the mountain were swept down by the rain, completely blocking the narrow road that was only three people wide.

At first, you could still see the two massive boulders, each about three people high, lying across the middle of the road, but now they are completely gone. The mud, gravel, and trees are all mixed together, like a thick city wall.

He tried to climb up, but the mud inside was so thick that he would sink in as soon as he stepped on it, and he couldn't reach the two big rocks inside. He would be buried up to his head.

In summer, without rain, the soil hardens, and there might still be a tiny chance of turning it over.

As for opening it from the bottom.

Zhao Hu looked at the mudslide, which resembled a giant dragon plunging down from the mountaintop to the bottom of the cliff, and thought it was impossible.

He looked back at the village and touched his smooth new clothes.

The faint light from Grandma Liu's yard stood out starkly in the dark mountain valley.

It's still not safe enough.

Zhao Hu bent down and picked up the scattered stones, then scooped them up with mud, piled them up, and compacted them.

He wants to build another high wall within this natural barrier.

Whenever he has free time, he comes to reinforce it, making the seal even thicker and tighter.

Ya Ya brought back more and more things, and more and more of her treasures that she couldn't let anyone see.

Lotus Village is not yet capable of protecting these things.

If discovered by outsiders, it will be a catastrophe.

As for the future, whether Xiaodouzi, Xiaoshuanzi, and their younger generations will study, take the imperial examinations, or leave the village, that's still a long way off. We can dig it up again later or let them leave through the next village.

Now, let's block it first.

Even if the village chief scolds him, he will accept it.

As Zhao Hu was moving the stones one by one, he suddenly heard a soft, rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

It sounded exactly like the fabric of his clothes.

He turned around abruptly, and a beam of light slowly shone on him; it was the village chief holding a flashlight.

Zhao Hu was a little embarrassed. He put down the stone, scratched his head, and smeared the mud from his hands onto his head.

"Uncle..."

The village chief looked at Zhao Hulei's small, low wall, then glanced back at the faint light behind it.

Without saying a word, he simply turned off the flashlight and put it aside, then bent down and began stacking stones one by one.

Zhao Hu's lips curled up slightly.

Hey.