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

As the sun climbed higher, villagers dressed in brand-new camouflage uniforms and dry rain boots carried wheat seeds and compound fertilizer, their faces beaming with joy as they walked towards the fields.

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other could be heard from time to time.

"These clothes are so convenient! What are these two strips called again? You just pull them together!"

"The style is nice too. I can't quite put my finger on the pattern, but it looks really cool."

"I accidentally got some dust on my hands, but I just wiped it with water and it's clean now."

"How come the people over there are so clever? They can make all sorts of amazing things."

Someone kept glancing at the bag of wheat seeds and whispered, "Did you hear? These wheat seeds were specially brought back from over there by Nannan. She said one mu (unit of land area) can yield over 500 jin (unit of weight)!"

"Goodness, over 500 pounds?"

"I haven't seen the seed yet. I'll have to take a closer look later to see what kind of celestial seed it is and how it looks different."

Upon arriving at the field, as soon as the seeds were placed down, groups of villagers gathered around the bags of wheat seeds.

Carefully pinching out a small handful of seeds from the small opening the village chief had made, they saw that each seed was plump, round, and shiny, a size larger than the seeds they had saved in previous years, and looked very appealing.

"Look at these seeds, how plump they are."

"Truly a fine seed from the celestial realm!"

"There's hope for this land this year!"

The wheat seeds left by the village chief were also brought over, making the difference even more obvious when compared to the seeds left behind.

Fang Tiesheng opened the bag of compound fertilizer as well. He got up before dawn today and squatted in the cellar early, pondering the words on the small note and the bag.

The note said to sprinkle a layer of compound fertilizer before turning the soil.

I recognized all the words on the bag, but they seemed strange when put together.

I can barely understand that this is a fertilizer containing a combination of several nutrients. The label on the bag says something like potassium sulfate, which I recognize but don't understand. I can only guess that it's what's contained in these tiny granules.

There was also a string of strange symbols.

N+P2O and the like.

He copied them all down first.

Grandma Li came over with Aunt Lin and Grandma Fang, carrying winnowing baskets.

"Old Fang, is this fertilizer being applied the usual way, or is there something else to it?" Granny Li asked, looking at the small, grayish-white granules in the bag.

The fertilizer looks strange; it's round, grayish, and doesn't smell bad. It doesn't look like mud balls or animal manure.

Fang Tiesheng pushed up his reading glasses: "Just spread it out the old way, and then plow it again after you've finished spreading it."

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Several people bent down to fill the winnowing basket with fertilizer; the granules fell with a soft patter, without sticking to their hands.

With one hand holding the winnowing basket steadily, they gently scattered the fertilizer with the other. With a flick of their wrists, the fertilizer granules were spread evenly and densely on the soil, like a layer of fine frost.

"Slow down, spread it evenly, don't waste Nannan's good stuff."

The women worked quickly and efficiently, and the acre of land was soon sown.

Several strong old men took turns using plows and five-pronged forks to turn over the soil and cover the freshly spread compound fertilizer underneath.

Others carried hoes and went up to break up and grind down any large clumps of soil they saw.

Everyone worked together; there were no oxen or strong laborers, but everyone had an upward spirit.

The warm sunshine shines on the fields, people are happy, the soil is loose, the seeds are fertile, and there is a thriving scene.

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Grandma Liu held a small hoe she had borrowed from the village chief, with a long-handled rake she had also borrowed beside her.

Behind the house, in a corner near the mountain, there was a patch of land that the village chief and two others had dug out when they tried using a five-pronged pitchfork. The soil there was very loose.

Grandma Liu followed that patch, and with a hoe, she turned over the weeds and soil, clearing away the weeds. Then she broke up the clods of soil, leveled it with a long-handled rake, and made several neat little plots.

I took a small handful of the fertilizer that the sprouts brought back and scattered it on the ground, mixing it well.

Ya Ya woke up earlier than usual today, her mind preoccupied with planting persimmons. She helped pull the weeds clean, and after Grandma Liu finished raking the field, she squatted in a corner, clutching a small piece of wood in her little hands, and dug a small hole with great effort.

When Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshuanzi saw this, they immediately ran over and started digging along with them, sticking their butts out.

Grandma Liu smiled and shook her head. Using the tip of her hoe, she dug a neat, shallow pit every foot's distance, connecting the pits dug by the three little ones together.

Ya Ya dug up three, Xiao Douzi dug up two, and Xiao Shuanzi dug up one as well.

The six small pits, some shallow and some deep, crooked and uneven, were clearly not as neat as the ones Grandma Liu dug with her hoe.

But since the children were happy, Grandma Liu let them be.

"Alright, Nannan, Xiaodouzi, Xiaoshuanzi, get up and get ready to plant the seeds."

The three little ones immediately stopped what they were doing upon hearing this.

"Let's plant persimmons!"

Grandma Liu took out several packets of seeds and spread them out on a clean cloth. "Plant the persimmons in the outermost two rows, right in the little holes you dug."

"Foreign persimmons?" Little Bean smacked his lips. It was that red fruit. So that's why Sister Ya Ya dug the hole to plant these!

Ya Ya picked up a small handful of persimmon seeds, squatted down by the pit, and carefully put a few seeds into the small hole she had dug. Xiao Shuanzi followed suit, then scooped up some fine soil with his little hands, covered it little by little, and then pressed it down.

After the persimmons were planted, Grandma Liu brought over seeds of several kinds of melons and planted them separately from the persimmons in another plot.

She looked at the picture; these melons were all climbing vines. After a few days, when the seedlings sprouted, she would go up the mountain to cut some bamboo and branches to build a trellis.

Ya Ya squatted on the ground, looking at the newly planted vegetable patch with bright, sparkling eyes.

A breeze carries the fresh scent of earth, and the little boy's heart is already filled with heavy anticipation.

Grandma Liu came over carrying a slightly worn wooden bucket, which contained lukewarm water that had been prepared beforehand.

Ya Ya ran over: "Grandma, let me help you water it."

"Slow down, don't ruin it."

Grandma Liu scooped up a ladle of water and carefully poured it along the edge of the ridge. The three little children each held a bright plastic flower cup with a handle and squatted down beside it, sip by sip water into the pit.

Be as careful as if you were feeding chicks.

"After watering them this time, the seeds are well-hydrated and will then be more willing to sprout," Grandma Liu said softly. "This is called 'settling-in water'."