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

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The wooden stools in the village are old and there's no carpenter to repair them. Many of the stool legs are broken. They can be tied together and kept in use, but they're crooked and unstable when you sit on them.

They even gave her the best chair in the village.

This time, when she found some suitable chairs, Ya Ya was determined to buy some.

"Uncle boss, I'd like ten more chairs, five red and five blue. How much are they?" Ya Ya, who had been ordering so generously, only realized now that she hadn't asked the price.

Iron pots are valuable items, and so are those amazing pressure cookers. What if we don't have enough money later?

Thinking of this, Ya Ya quickly looked up and asked the shopkeeper, "Uncle shopkeeper, how much do all of these cost?"

The shopkeeper took the items down and calculated the prices for Ya Ya one by one: "One hundred and eighty-one three-layer steel pressure cookers, two are three hundred and sixty; 36cm old-fashioned iron pots with lids are forty-one; ten plastic chairs, I'll charge you fifteen each; the prices for the small spoons and spatulas are on them, let me see."

"I'll give you six hundred and fifty." The shopkeeper pressed the calculator and rounded down the price.

This pressure cooker is the most expensive item in his shop, and he sold two of them in one go.

Six hundred and fifty is still acceptable to Ya Ya.

I think I just heard what the boss's chair was called, the name is so strange, but it sounds kind of familiar?

"Uncle, why is this chair called the 'urine chair'?"

Ya Ya scratched her head. She remembered clearly that she had bought a bag of urea when she planted wheat last time.

I initially thought it was a urine tree, but Grandpa Fang corrected me, saying it was the "vegetarian" in the context of meat and vegetables.

Now another term, "pure urine," has emerged. What is its connection to urea?

The boss chuckled, "Because it's made of plastic. This material is called plastic, and it's lightweight, durable, and cheap."

Ya Ya looked down at the box on her little cart. "Is mine also made of urine?"

"Yes, this material is called plastic."

Having figured out something important, Ya Ya was satisfied. She took out her little watch to pay and then asked the shopkeeper to help her move the items to the alley next door. She went through the whole process very smoothly.

The boss naturally wouldn't refuse such a request from a major client who was so considerate of his business, especially since it was just a few steps away.

The boss piled up several cardboard boxes containing pots in the alley, and also stacked and tied up the chairs. Only after making sure they were stable and wouldn't fall over did he turn and leave.

Ya Ya looked at the things on the ground, put the heavy pressure cooker box, the trolley and the thermos into her space, grabbed the bundle of chairs with her little hands, and flashed back to Lotus Village.

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Suddenly, a string of red and blue chairs appeared on the kang (a heated brick bed), startling Grandma Liu.

Thankfully, it wasn't too long, or it would have almost poked her face.

Zhao Hu frowned. There weren't enough stones in the kiln. They needed to fire enough stones to expand the house for Nannan. Right now, the house was too small; besides the kang (heated brick bed), there was only a narrow path for walking.

Now, the things that Nannan brings when she comes back are getting bigger and bigger, which is too inconvenient to use on the kang (heated brick bed).

They were worried about leaving their daughter out in that area at night.

The village chief carefully reached out and took down the stacked chairs one by one, then laid them flat on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, wow, this chair looks really tall, with layers upon layers, half red and half blue.

Are those chairs people are sitting on really that high? Are all of them that tall?

Before they could ask, Ya Ya raised her little hand again, and the shiny silver thermos in the space landed with a "thud" next to the chair, and several large cardboard boxes appeared on the table.

As for the two free-range chickens and the fresh chili peppers, she still keeps them in her spatial storage. She can't release them yet; they need to stay fresh so she can take them out to make soup tomorrow.

The moment the large silver insulated bucket appeared, the village chief and Granny Liu's eyes widened. "This...this is an insulated bucket, isn't it?"

In their current impression, most shiny silver objects can keep things warm, like thermos cups and hot water bottles, which all have this kind of interior, and they have to be thick; thin ones are like bowls.

Looking at the bucket, it has the same texture as the small insulated bucket that Ya Ya borrowed from her aunt before, it can't be wrong!

"Darling, why did you buy such a big thermos?" Fang Tiesheng remembered that he had told his daughter to buy several thermoses, but he had never said to buy such a big one.

"I also bought a small one, filled it with snails, and gave it to my aunt to take back. This big one is just the right size so I can put all the snails in it and sell them!" Ya Ya replied earnestly.

Fang Tiesheng immediately gave her a thumbs up: "My dear girl, you're so clever! You knew to buy a big one, and all the snails were sold out!"

"Sold out! All sold out!" Ya Ya raised her little chin and, without Fang Tiesheng and the others even asking, rattled off a string of words: "Those snails were really expensive, seventy yuan a pound. Grandma Wang helped me divide them into small bowls, twenty-one bowls a pound each, and we sold a lot. There was a grandpa behind us..."

"That's the grandpa with the green talking bird who helped me pick out shoes earlier! He bought all the remaining snails I had!"

"What? Seventy yuan per pound?"

The room fell silent for a moment, then the four people were so shocked they couldn't sit still. Pork was only a little over three yuan a pound, but these tiny mountain snails were selling for seventy yuan?!

Thinking back to the morel mushrooms that cost over 300 yuan and the toon leaves that cost 110 yuan, the village chief pinched his thigh. These prices were just outrageous, one after another, as strange as eating poisonous mushrooms.

Before they could recover, Ya Ya huffed and puffed as she climbed off the kang (heated brick bed), opened the lid of the thermos, and added:

"This also contains the spices I brought, which Grandma Wang took me to buy, and lots and lots of wine!"

"liquor?!"

Fang Tiesheng, the village chief, and Zhao Hu all stood up straight at once, their eyes fixed on the large barrel, their gazes shining like searchlights.

Even Granny Liu, who was standing to the side, raised her eyes slightly, and there was a hint of eagerness in them.