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

His name was printed on the left side of the card, and below it was written his birth year: Month X, Day X, 1969.

It's obvious without even thinking that the Duck Fairy specially prepared the information for him according to the local calendar.

Further down, there's a long list of detailed addresses, and at the very bottom, a long string of strange numbers.

After a little thought, it becomes clear: this must be the household registration certificate used by people here. Having this on your person is the only way to legally move around and do business, and he won't be considered an unregistered resident.

With a solemn expression, Fang Tiesheng carefully placed the small card into his pocket before taking a quick step into the morning market, glancing at the shopfronts behind the stalls as he went.

He walked to the end of the straight street, but didn't go any further; instead, he turned back.

On this street, he saw two shops with large "For Sale" signs posted on their doors. The shops were wide open and still open for business, bustling with people coming and going. They were indeed prime locations.

Between the two prime shops is another shop with a small storefront, separated by a large striped sheet metal door that looks like a wall. A sign on the sheet metal door reads: Shop for Rent.

The lock was still hanging at the bottom of the door, covered in a layer of dust, indicating that it had been empty for a long time.

Whether it's a transfer or a rental notice, besides saying "Transfer/Rental," it also includes four words at the bottom: Contact Number: XXXX...

What is a telephone?

Fang Tiesheng was completely puzzled. Judging from the words, it should be something for communication, but what could a string of numbers do? A code?

After pondering for a moment, he walked towards the first shop for sale, which was also the one furthest from Cao Xiulian's stall.

The shop was run by a middle-aged couple who were busy serving customers. Fang Tiesheng patiently stood quietly to the side and waited until all the customers had been served and the couple had a chance to rest before he hurriedly stepped forward, speaking politely.

"Excuse me, shopkeeper, what does the phone number on this form mean? And what are the procedures for transferring this shop? If I want to rent this shop, how much would it cost per month?"

The male shop owner looked up and glanced at Fang Tiesheng a few times.

The old man was wearing a camouflage work uniform and floral cotton pants. Surprisingly, he had long hair tied in a low bun, and his expression was stern and calm. He looked a bit like a fortune teller setting up a street stall, completely out of place in this bustling morning market full of food and lively atmosphere.

This old man is probably just putting on a persona, pretending to be a hermit from the deep mountains. He even pretends not to know something as basic as a telephone. Isn't he getting a little too into the role?

However, he only muttered a few complaints to himself, thinking that the economy was bad these days and everyone was just trying to make a living.

The boss showed no sign of surprise and patiently explained, "Sir, a telephone is a mobile phone, and the last part is the mobile phone number. Nowadays, people communicate with each other and get things done entirely through mobile phones."

Everyone has a mobile phone. Just dial the number on the list and you can contact the other party; you can even make a video call—it's incredibly convenient.

Fang Tiesheng listened quietly, slowly digesting these new explanations. So this was the purpose of the "hand-held chicken" that Nannan had mentioned before, and the character "机" (ji) in "机杼" (jizhu) should also be used.

I need to change the chicken on my notebook when I get back.

He glanced at the square, shiny bar in the shopkeeper's hand. It was the same type of bar that everyone had used to pay at the stall, scanning their little girl's watch. This must be a cell phone.

"I see, thank you."

"You're too kind, sir. My shop is only about fourteen or fifteen square meters, not big at all; you can see right through it." The shop owner pointed to the interior. "Keep everything inside—a few sets of tables and chairs, a stove, and a freezer. The total transfer fee is five thousand, and the rent on the contract with the landlord is one thousand five per month."

Fang Tiesheng carefully looked around the shop. The space was still a bit cramped. After setting up the tables and chairs, there wasn't much open space left. Not to mention resting, there wasn't even enough room to stack small carts. It was really not satisfactory.

He couldn't tell whether 1,500 was expensive or cheap here, but he made a mental note of it.

He thanked the boss again and quickened his pace. There were still two more places to go; he had to close them down. Time was of the essence.

The next shop was that rented shop with its doors tightly closed.

Fang Tiesheng stared at the string of numbers on the notice. He didn't have a cell phone and didn't know how to "peel" this number.

Looking at the passing crowd, he thought it over and decided he didn't have time to waste. He steeled himself and stopped an elderly man who was listening to an audiobook on his phone. "Excuse me, sir, could I borrow your phone?"

This phone is really strange; there are people talking inside. Fang Tiesheng suppressed his astonishment.

The old man looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong, young man? Is your phone dead? Or did you lose it?"

Fang Tiesheng nodded vaguely. "I'd like to contact the owner of this shop. Could you help me dial his number?"

"Hey, it's nothing, but this shop is a bit eerie. I live nearby, brother, have you thought it through?" The old man kindly reminded him while rapidly pressing the keys on the screen.

"Feed?" The phone beeped twice, and a cheerful female voice came from the other end.

The old man handed the phone to Fang Tiesheng. "It went through, brother. You can just ask him directly."

Fang Tiesheng took the phone somewhat awkwardly, and imitating the old man, held it to his ear and said, "Hello, I saw your shop on the street and wanted to ask you something..."

Fang Tiesheng quickly asked about the rent, lease term, lease rules, and general information about the shop.

When the landlady heard that someone wanted to rent the shop, she sounded quite surprised: "I'll tell you as we walk, and I'll show you when we get there."

"As you can see, the location of my storefront is excellent. There is a stable flow of people. The store is downstairs, and there is a small loft upstairs where people can live and store goods. There is also a bathroom."

The rent is cheap, 1200 a month, payable every six months, with a three-month deposit. Longer leases will get you a discount.

Fang Tiesheng tapped his fingers quickly at his side. This shop was much larger than the previous one, and there was even a place to live. Not only was the rent lower, but there was also a discount for long-term rentals.

That's a pretty big problem.

Before he could even ask, the landlord proactively revealed, "But I must make this clear to you beforehand, this shop has been vacant for over a year. It's not because the rent is expensive, nor is it some kind of haunted house, it's just that... I can't quite put my finger on it, maybe the feng shui is bad?"

"It's been rented out several times, and the tenants have run snack stalls, grocery stores, breakfast shops, and handicraft shops, but nothing seems to work. Every tenant has managed the shop diligently and tried to do honest business, but in the end, they all fail to make money. Customers just won't come in. Forget about getting rich, they just lose money no matter how long they operate..."

"Over time, word spread throughout the morning market that my shop had bad feng shui, which suppressed wealth and prevented business from staying. Nobody wanted to touch it."

The landlady spoke frankly and openly, without any deliberate attempt to conceal anything.

Fang Tiesheng's goodwill towards the landlord soared. The people in this area were all really good people. No landlord would openly admit to such things; they would all hide it and try to take advantage of anyone they could.

However, this feng shui issue was a trivial matter to him. They were all people protected by the Duck Fairy, and he didn't believe that there was any feng shui that even a deity couldn't break.

Just then, the landlady came over with the keys.