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

Aunt Lin cut the pancake in half. Apart from the vegetables, everyone stared at it for a long time and couldn't recognize any of the fillings.

"What good stuff is this now?"

"What's inside? It smells delicious."

Aunt Lin didn't quite understand either. She only heard Ya Ya say that it was called Jianbing Guozi, but she couldn't see any fruit in it.

She had originally planned to separate the contents so everyone could try a little, but when she cut it open, she saw that it was wrapped in layers, so she figured there must be a reason why it was eaten together.

We carefully cut it into small strips, giving each person a strip about the thickness of a finger, just enough for everyone.

I held a small piece in my hand; it was still warm.

Zhao Hu held it tightly, afraid that the contents would fall apart, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

After taking that bite, I froze completely.

The outer crust of the pancake is soft and fragrant, and if you taste it carefully, you'll find it's coated with a layer of egg liquid. Inside, there are small, crispy pieces that ooze oil when you bite into them.

There were also strips of meat coated in some unknown seasoning, a deep reddish-brown color, which were incredibly fragrant when you bit into them.

He chewed it a couple of times, and there were a few sweet, soft bits of something he couldn't tell what it was.

It's served with crisp green vegetables and tender chunks of meat, making it refreshing and not greasy.

It's fragrant, crispy, tender, crunchy, and fresh all wrapped together, with a layer of some kind of sauce brushed on in the middle, which is salty and sweet with a rich sauce flavor.

Zhao Hu licked his lips, still wanting more, and then ate the fried rice in his bowl in one bite.

He announced that, in his heart, fried rice is now second only to egg.

After finishing their meal and cleaning up the dishes, everyone casually gathered in front of the large mirror, some wiping their mouths, others baring their teeth, checking for any vegetable leaves stuck between their teeth.

The three little ones were also full and stretched out on the small chairs to bask in the sun.

Looking at the lively scene, Granny Liu suddenly slapped her hand, remembering something important, and quickly called over the village chief and Old Man Fang.

"Nannan also brought candy to help children grow taller and baby formula to keep them healthy. She said it's for babies. They also have baby formula for the elderly to keep them healthy. Nannan said she asked the fairy sister to buy it for us, but we don't know how much it costs yet."

Upon hearing what Granny Liu said, the village chief and Fang Tiesheng felt their hair stand on end.

"Sugar that helps you grow taller? Formula that keeps you healthy?"

The village chief's voice softened instinctively. "Milk can be made into powder? How can you drink it? Won't you get sick? This stuff is divided into for the elderly and children? Can sugar make you grow taller?"

A series of questions came out of the village chief's mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that Nannan heard these words from the other end, he would never have believed it even if you beat him to death.

Elixirs, miracle drugs, and divine water—aren't these exactly the same things those traveling swindlers say? A few years ago, there was a wandering peddler who took some dough, rolled it into balls, and called them "longevity candy." My son, Gou Dan, spent all his hard-earned wages on them.

Those earthenware dumplings cost a full three hundred coins!

But the place Nannan went to was the realm of true immortals. Guixiang took that pill, and her fever immediately subsided, miraculously saving her life! This couldn't be faked.

Fang Tiesheng's expression turned serious, and he reached into the large pocket of his work clothes, pulling out a simple booklet made of rice grains stuck together.

"The medicine that Nannan brought back last time, I took a look. There was such a big pile of it. She said it cost a hundred yuan, but I think it must have cost more. Medicine shouldn't be that cheap."

He flipped through the notebook, the paper filled with dense notes of prices over there.

"There's a milk powder that keeps people healthy, and it even comes in different varieties for the elderly and babies... Granny Liu, take me to see it."

Grandma Liu pointed to a corner of the cellar and said, "They're all piled up here. A huge can of baby formula, it's really heavy."

The two old men went over to take a look, and wow, the tin can was shiny and the candy jar was transparent, with paper stickers with printed designs and words on them; it looked like no ordinary object.

Fang Tiesheng held the notebook, "This big can should last several kids a while. If we were to buy it, it would cost at least... four or five hundred, right?"

The rice noodles that the elderly people who haven't paid yet must have eaten are probably similar, and with so many people in their village, there must have been several jars!

The village chief and Fang Tiesheng exchanged a glance and both gasped.

These old folks are already incredibly content with fine rice and meat every day, living a stable life and wearing such fine clothes. They don't deserve such precious things.

But Nannan still cared about them and asked someone to buy them for them.

How much money would that cost...?

The two felt both warm and heartbroken.

Fang Tiesheng quickly looked down and started rummaging through the account book. He was afraid that the money Nannan had in her hands wouldn't be enough to cover her expenses.

Last time, we spent several hundred yuan on wheat seeds and fertilizer.

Providing clothes for the entire village, young and old, is another expense.

Grandma Liu added from the side, "Nannan also asked Uncle the shopkeeper to buy nine sun lamps, saying she wanted to put one in every household in our village."

Fang Tiesheng's breathing became a little tight; he still wasn't earning enough money.

"Oh, right!" Grandma Liu suddenly clapped her hands, "Nannan led Xiaodouzi and the others to pick a lot of wild onions to take over. There are people buying them over there, twenty-five yuan a pound!"

The village chief and Fang Tiesheng's eyes lit up. They had plenty of scallions here. Another one that could be sold for money. They made a note of it.

"Also, the lamps, basins, and buckets were obtained by exchanging straw sandals; they cost no money."

The two old men stared at her intently.

Straw sandals?

Grandma Liu smiled a little embarrassedly, "Aren't the baskets we weave quite popular over there? I asked Nannan to take a few baskets to her fairy sister, but I didn't notice and slipped a pair of straw sandals inside..."

Who knew that the fairy sister not only didn't find them disgusting, but also really liked them, saying that these straw sandals were worth more than a hundred yuan a pair over there!

"More than a hundred?!"

The village chief's voice cracked.

Fang Tiesheng paused, his hand holding the charcoal block.

"The shopkeeper over there also wants a pair. I'm weaving them right now. He wants straw sandals that are flip-flops. These lamps, basins, and buckets were all paid for with the money from the straw sandals."

Fang Tiesheng quickly calculated in his mind that all of the dozen or so people in the village knew how to weave, so this was not difficult; they could weave it even in the dark.

If each person knits two or three pairs a day, how much money would that cost?

The more I calculated, the more excited I became.

Grandma Liu waited for them to calm down before continuing, "We need to discuss a plan. We haven't picked many wild vegetables these past few days. Wild onions can be sold for money, and those expensive mushrooms and spring mushrooms, shouldn't we also look for some more?"

We can't just do things haphazardly. We need to sort things out—straw sandals, baskets, wild vegetables—and figure out when, how many people, and what tasks are involved…”

Fang Tiesheng closed the booklet. "It's time to make a set of rules. Let's call everyone in the village over later and discuss it further."

He remembered that when the baskets in the notebook were first sold, there weren't enough to go around, and he kept counting to replenish them. Now that no one can't buy them anymore, the demand for baskets should be about right. They can still be sold, but he doesn't expect it to be that fast.

There just so happens that there is a business of making straw sandals. How many to make and how to make them all need to be discussed carefully.

The villagers in Lotus Village are working with great enthusiasm, discussing matters in a lively atmosphere.

In the border garrison in the northwest, Fang Daniu was being carried, his right shoulder a bloody mess, half an arrow lodged in his collarbone, and the wind and sand blowing up, blurring his vision.