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

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After the meal, the village chief arranged the day's work. One group of people went to the fields to plant soybeans and cabbage seeds, while a few who were picking wild vegetables went to check if the second batch of new leaves had sprouted from the stinky-leaved tree. The rest stayed in the yard to weave cattails, make straw sandals, and tie baskets, so as to stock up on more goods.

If someone on the other side wants to buy it, there's no need to rush to finish the work.

He himself carried a basket of eggs to the river to look for the wild ducks.

As soon as I reached the edge of the grass, I gently parted the blades and saw the mother wild duck sitting upright in her nest. When she saw someone approaching, she immediately raised her head and stared at me with hostile eyes.

The village chief took out a few small fish that he had prepared in advance, and carefully approached them. While the mother duck was away from the nest to catch the small fish, he quickly stuffed the four eggs into the wild duck's nest.

There are two chicken eggs, one duck egg, and one large goose egg.

The goose eggs were much larger than the wild duck eggs, and the mother duck stared at the eggs in the nest for a moment when she returned.

She seemed puzzled as to why she had given birth to so many, and why one of them was so big.

However, it didn't hesitate much. It flapped its wings twice, sat down steadily, and even tucked the eggs under its body, then began to incubate them.

But after sitting for a short while, she quietly shifted her position again.

Why does this feel a little uncomfortable?

……

Ya Ya slung her little cloth bag over her shoulder, carried her little basket on her back, and pushed her little cart to find Uncle Shopkeeper.

The cart contained about four pounds of washed wild onions, and the small basket contained flip-flops that Grandma had woven for Uncle Shopkeeper. She woven two pairs, saying that they could be replaced when they wore out.

Grandpa Fang put an extra twenty red bills in his little bag today. Milk powder is such a precious thing, it must be expensive, so he had to bring extra money.

Inside the night market.

The owner of the Qianlixiang wonton stall sighed, saying that the wild scallions he bought from the child the day before yesterday were gone in less than half an hour.

He bought it just out of curiosity. First, he saw that the fried rice stall next door was using wild scallions and its business was booming. Then he saw that it was a little kid selling things, which was quite unusual.

I just joined in the fun, and unexpectedly, it turned into a bidding war. We got carried away and bought a pound of it.

In addition, the child was indeed cute and sensible, and even paid the owner of the jianbing guozi to add more filling for the child.

Unexpectedly, these scallions were used up so quickly; they were gone in less than half an hour.

He didn't use that many scallions in his wontons, so he charged an extra 50 cents for each bowl with wild scallions. As a result, as soon as customers smelled the aroma, they would specifically ask for those scallions.

I have no idea which mountain these scallions came from.

The aroma is pure and clean, without any fishy or pungent smell. No matter what kind of snack it is, just add a little bit and it immediately elevates its quality.

He even went to the market this morning. It's the season for wild onions, and there were quite a few people selling wild onions, but none of them tasted like this.

Although it smells better than the scallions I grow myself, it's not even in the same league as the umami flavor.

It wasn't just the wonton stall; the owner of the jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) stall next to it would also occasionally look towards the street corner, hoping to see that little figure pushing a cart.

The most tormented are the owners of fried rice stalls.

His fried rice has two key elements: his own free-range eggs and the seasoning.

Adding that delicious wild scallion really boosted business.

Without the scallions, fried rice is like a soulless dish, and business has become much quieter. Once you've tasted fried rice with wild scallions, who would want to eat ordinary fried rice?

Where onion did you find this?!

These business owners could never have imagined that these were wild onions that grew a thousand years ago in the pristine, unpolluted mountains and rivers.

Relying on the heavens for sustenance, they grow slowly, accumulating their fragrance little by little through wind and sun.

Unlike in modern times, where people are crowded, the climate is warming, and plants grow quickly, the taste is naturally not as pure.

Just then, a faint sound of small wheels rolling over the ground came from the crowd.

The three bosses perked up their ears, their eyes lighting up instantly, and they all turned to look in the direction of the sound.

A small figure could be vaguely seen approaching from the crowd. A little girl wearing a bright red fluffy coat was pushing a stroller and carrying a small basket on her back, walking along the edge of the road towards this side.

It's no exaggeration to say that, in the eyes of these three bosses, the little guy seemed to be radiating golden light.

Our savior has arrived!

The three of them stood up almost simultaneously, their faces beaming like three blooming chrysanthemums, and called out from afar, "Little friends! Come on, come on, over here!"

Ya Ya looked up at the sound and peered through a pile of legs. It turned out to be the three uncles who had bought her wild onions the day before yesterday.

She glanced at the shop next door selling colorful sweet drinks, which featured cute and pretty doll designs and was attracting many customers.

They held transparent cups with tubes inserted, filled with colorful sweet water, and looked completely satisfied.

It was that little sweet juicy thing I picked up when I first came here.

Ya Ya wanted to buy two more cups to take home, but when she heard her uncles calling her, she changed her mind and thought that making money was more important, so she quickened her pace and pushed the cart toward the three of them.

When the three saw Ya Ya coming over, they gently led her and her cart to the side of the stall, away from the crowds. Then they rubbed their hands together, their voices filled with eagerness and anticipation.

"Little friend, did you bring wild onions again today?"

Ya Ya nodded, "Yes, I brought a lot!"

As she spoke, she reached out and lifted the lid of the small cart's box.

This time there were many more wild scallions than last time, neatly stacked in bunches, emerald green and tender. As soon as they were revealed, their clean and strong scallion aroma wafted out.

The three bosses leaned forward simultaneously and took a deep breath.

"That's the taste!"

They didn't even need Ya Ya to lift a finger; they just brought over an electronic scale, put the scallions on it, and it weighed exactly five pounds and four ounces.

There's no need to argue about each person's share.

"Five pounds and four ounces, or twenty-five per pound?" The fried rice vendor looked at Ya Ya. He could accept a higher price if the little one asked.

Ya Ya nodded.

The fried rice vendor counted out 135 yuan and gave it to Ya Ya. The scallions and money were then calculated separately by the three of them.

That way, we won't keep the kids waiting.

In less than five minutes, the scallions on YaYa's cart were completely sold out.

After putting the money into her little handbag, Ya Ya pushed her empty cart toward the shopkeeper's two-dollar store, with the three shopkeepers still standing there waving behind her.

"Kids, come often! Uncle's here every day. Take as much as you want, and bring more next time!"