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

Cao Xiulian rinsed the thermos clean, then loaded the empty buckets and pots onto the tricycle before pulling up a small chair to sit down and rest by the stall.

She rubbed her aching back and legs.

The morning market is now under stricter control. Her stall is a fixed shed stall. In addition to registration, filing, paying rent and sanitation fees, she also has to participate in a lottery. She participated in the lottery for a long time before she finally won.

Business licenses, health certificates, and food business permits were obtained one after another during the period of setting up a stall.

The advantage over not having a shed is that it's not rainy and has a fixed place, but it's drafty from all sides and the space is relatively small. Plus, as Ya Ya's stall has grown bigger and bigger, there's even less space available.

Last month, the market management notified her that her stall lease was expiring next month, and she was still hesitant about whether to renew it.

If we don't renew, the lottery system isn't fixed, and what if we end up with an even smaller shed?

Ya Ya and the others didn't understand these things, so for the time being they were just selling at her stall, and the market turned a blind eye.

But now that business is getting better and better, it's best to register and go through the proper procedures.

She was torn between continuing with the stall or trying her luck at the management center to see if she could win a bigger prize when she saw Grandpa Fang leading Ya Ya back.

The little guy was jumping and skipping around, very happy.

Before, the little guy always seemed like a little adult, but now that his family is around, he's become much more lively.

Cao Xiulian immediately stood up, a friendly smile plastered on her face: "Oh, you're back? Are you getting ready to go back to the village?"

"Yes, thank you for your help these past few days," Fang Tiesheng said humbly.

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all." Cao Xiulian waved her hand casually. "I've cleaned the thermos and pressure cooker and put them on the tricycle. Take a look, Grandpa."

Fang Tiesheng looked at the three neatly arranged and clean items on the tricycle next to him, and once again bowed to Cao Xiulian to express his gratitude.

This aunt is such a kind person.

He not only helped Nannan, but also the entire village. He is a benefactor of Lotus Village and a relative of Nannan here.

Fang Tiesheng lifted Ya Ya onto the tricycle, then turned to look at Cao Xiulian again. He carefully chose his words, his expression sincere, and slowly said, "Sister Xiulian, I've come here today because I have something I'd like to discuss with you. I'm shamelessly asking for your help."

He then bowed deeply and gave a respectful greeting.

"Oh dear, oh dear, what, what is going on? Why are you making such a big fuss, sir? If you have something to say, just say so. Don't do this. I, I'm scared."

Cao Xiulian was so frightened that she jumped to the side, not knowing where to put her hands.

Ya Ya covered her mouth and giggled in the car, while her aunt jumped really high.

"I just rented a small shop on the street," Fang Tiesheng said slowly, straightening up. "From now on, when Ya Ya comes here again, she'll have a fixed place to stay, and won't have to worry about the wind and rain."

Cao Xiulian was taken aback. This was a good thing. She hadn't expected that the old man, who seemed so mild-mannered, was so efficient. He had accomplished such a big thing in just half an hour.

"I'm getting old, and my health isn't what it used to be. It's inconvenient for me to travel back and forth, so I can't go back and forth between the two places every day."

As he said this, he looked down at the little girl obediently holding onto the edge of the truck bed, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"In our village, most of the people are elderly and illiterate. Ya Ya's uncle fell and broke his leg while picking vegetables on the mountain a couple of days ago. He has difficulty moving around and can't come to help at all. In such a big village, we can't find a single adult who can stay by Ya Ya's side."

My daughter is so young, all alone outside. I'm really worried about her."

Ya Ya tilted her little head. Whose uncle is it? Uncle Zhao? He hurt his leg? How come she didn't know?

Fang Tiesheng's tone became increasingly earnest as he looked at Cao Xiulian, "So today I dare to ask you, sister, to take good care of Yaya for me in the future."

Cao Xiulian was about to agree when she abruptly stopped herself.

Her first reaction was, "What's the big deal? It's just looking after a child. Even if the old man hadn't mentioned it, I would have helped out. This is my eldest niece!"

But then she realized that since they were now renting a shop, it wouldn't be a problem for her to spend half a day less setting up her stall and instead go to the shop to keep an eye on things, help Ya Ya tidy up, and take care of her.

But what about half a day later?

She has to set up her stall at the red shed every day. Selling breakfast is her only source of income and an important part of her family's income. She can't possibly stay at that stall every day.

Even if that shop is very close, you still have to walk a bit to get there.

Ya Ya is a little girl, running a shop all by herself. There's no one to look after her or take care of her. What if something happens to her?

This old man seems to be very thoughtful and meticulous, so why is he thinking so simply about this matter?

Cao Xiulian was feeling quite anxious, wondering how to tactfully offer some words of advice, when she heard Fang Tiesheng quickly continue, "That shop is spacious and airy, with ready-made stoves, tables, chairs, and all the necessary furniture. If you don't mind, you can move your stall into that shop later."

Upon hearing this, Cao Xiulian was completely stunned. She had not expected the other party to add such a remark.

She suddenly realized the deeper meaning behind it.

Ya Ya only sells ready-made wild vegetables and cooked snails. As a little girl, she is not allowed by the villagers to operate the boiler or touch the fire. Ya Ya has no use for those pots, pans, or stoves.

When Grandpa Fang rented the shop, he had her in mind from the very beginning.

She sold breakfast at the morning market for three years, enduring wind, sun, and biting cold winds every day under the red awning.

It's not that she doesn't want a proper storefront, but the thought of renting a slightly better storefront for a month and then renting a roof for a year makes her reluctant to give it up.

The children still need to go to school, and there are expenses everywhere at home.

Every little bit helps.

She never imagined that the storefront she had been longing for would be handed to her like this.