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

Lotus Village now has four more people. Originally, the four square tables could be quite spacious when put together, but now they are crowded together, arm in arm, making it very lively.

The old chairs and stools that were missing legs have all been replaced with new ones, and the red and blue colors mixed together look particularly bright and festive.

Gou Ya squeezed through the crowd, wanting to stand up and eat, but Niu Cuihua pressed her back down into a chair.

"In our village, there's no such thing as someone not sitting at the table; everyone has to!"

"We'll have to find a few more tables to put together." The village chief stroked his chin; with four more people, it was indeed a bit crowded.

What Da Niu had in front of him was no longer a mushy mess, but a bowl of smooth steamed egg custard.

The tender, smooth steamed egg custard was steaming hot, with a drop of soy sauce on top.

He picked up the bowl, carefully spread the drop of soy sauce evenly on the surface of the steamed egg custard, and took a spoonful. The strong egg flavor with a slight salty aroma was a top-notch meal, not to mention now, it would have been the best meal in the past.

But everything is afraid of comparison.

On the table were slices of a novel vegetable called chili pepper, stir-fried with meat, each slice glistening with oil, and a large bowl of wild vegetable and minced meat soup, the broth clear and bright.

Xinghua and Doctor Chen, sitting next to him, sipped their minced meat porridge. There wasn't much minced meat in it, but it was finely chopped. The rice grains in the porridge were cooked until they were fluffy, and the thick aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of meat was vying to waft into the ox's nose.

That's fine.

But what's with the faint aroma of wine filling the courtyard?

This is such a test for his amazing abilities!

Doctor Chen gripped the small bowl tightly, his nose twitching incessantly, savoring the delicate aroma of the wine…

The test goes beyond just the top talents.

They had served in the military, and alcohol was a treasure they cherished to the core.

There were military orders from above that ordinary soldiers who dared to drink alcohol privately would be punished with caning at best, and directly dealt with by military law at worst. No one dared to touch it, nor did they have the means to do so.

But the generals and captains were different; every night, they would always warm several pots of wine in their tents.

As soon as the smell wafted out, the entire camp became much quieter.

Da Niu had been wanting to try it for a long time. He'd heard that alcohol could embolden people, and that's why the great general went into battle after drinking alcohol. He did gain courage, but he also plunged headlong into the enemy's encirclement and lost his life.

He had the privilege of smelling the distant aroma of alcohol before, which was pungent and strong, but nothing compared to the refreshing and sweet scent of the wine before him, which was also infused with a faint fragrance of osmanthus. Just one whiff of it made him feel completely comfortable.

Apart from the children, everyone at the table held their own small flower cups, each containing only a shallow sip of osmanthus wine. No one dared to drink more, yet everyone wore a satisfied expression.

The village chief picked up the cup, took a light sniff, and sighed deeply, "I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time I've drunk such smooth wine. It doesn't burn my heart, and even my throat tastes sweet."

Fang Tiesheng took a small sip, squinting his eyes as he savored the taste.

Although Granny Liu could no longer drink, she still leaned over to smell it. It was truly divine wine, sweet with a floral fragrance, a different aroma from yesterday's jujube and goji berry wine and the Daughter's Red wine.

My daughter brought so many things; there will be plenty of opportunities to savor them later.

Ji Chuntao's cheeks flushed slightly. She took a sip of wine and a mouthful of thick meat porridge. "It's really delicious. It's not pungent at all. It slides down my throat smoothly and leaves me feeling warm all over."

Gou Ya quietly inhaled the lingering fragrance of osmanthus and wine on the table, and unconsciously licked her lips.

The wounded soldiers were all grouped up at the children's table.

She was too weak to drink alcohol, but the aroma was enough to make her yearn for it.

She must recover quickly, work more and earn more food, and never be a burden to everyone. She also wanted to get over her own mental hurdle and eat and drink heartily without any burden.

The group chatted and laughed, and with a little wine in hand, the conversation became more frequent.

Gou Ya gradually understood that the little fairy boy was going back to the fairy realm to deliver something called a "river bucket" to the fairies. He also had to bring the little hat he had woven to the fairy realm for the fairies to see. Only when the fairies were satisfied could the little fairy boy help everyone earn money and increase their income.

Upon hearing this, Gou Ya unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

She was both nervous and expectant, wondering if the immortals would think her skills were too crude and unworthy of being presented properly.

……

He Miao specially bought a cartoon suitcase. Originally, she wanted to buy a stroller, but then she thought that the one that Ya Ya used was already very suitable for her, and little Ya Ya couldn't push two strollers, so she simply bought a 20-inch suitcase.

The case is a bright pale yellow, paired with a light green handle and light pink corner trim.

The front features a cartoon-style illustration of Cinnamon Dog, depicting him in different poses, such as holding cheese or sitting in a dessert cup, which is cute and full of childlike fun.

The omnidirectional wheel design also makes it very convenient for YaYa to be dragged.

The box was packed full of various dyes, packets of different colored glittery beads, delicate lace scraps, sets of needles and thread, light-colored soft and shiny satin ribbons, tiny beaded flowers, and various decorative artificial flowers—all accessories for the little hats.

In addition to these, there were also several pieces of soft leather and various buckles; these were auxiliary materials for making shoes.

In addition, He Miao also bought two pairs of small shoes. The weather is getting warmer soon, so she picked out two pairs of slip-on canvas shoes, which were recommended by big data when she ordered needles and thread online.

She spotted it at first sight; the tiny shoe was so cute, round, and held between her fingers!

The upper is made of canvas, which is wear-resistant and fold-resistant. The heel is reinforced with edging, and it still uses a high-elastic rubber sole.

The shoes have a color-blocked design with several color combinations. She chose light green and light pink, and there's a cute little bunny pattern on the toe.

The other pair is light blue with off-white accents, and the toes are decorated with cute little brown bear heads.

I bought two sizes too big.

She felt that Ya Ya had grown taller recently, and she had been thinking of measuring Ya Ya again, but she always forgot.

I'll wait for Ya Ya to come over in a bit, then we'll try on the shoes and take her measurements again.

He Miao dragged her small suitcase as she walked and thought. They estimated that this batch of high-end handmade custom orders would be 500 pieces a month.

To be honest, this number isn't much, but there are many elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people in Ya Ya's village. She has only seen Ya Ya and her uncle come out so far, so it's likely that the others are not in good health.

She hopes the village will get more orders, but she's also worried about exhausting everyone.

And those hats, so small, if they were made entirely by hand, the price would only be higher, if not lower, but I don't know if the villagers could make them...

Just then, a familiar rumble of wheels sounded.

"Sister He Miao!" Ya Ya saw He Miao from afar as she pushed her stroller. Her sister was also dragging a very pretty little suitcase! As she got closer, Ya Ya raised her voice and ran over, pushing her stroller faster.