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

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Fang Tiesheng, carrying Xiao Yaya, followed closely behind Zhao Junchen. They carefully stopped at the intersection to wait to cross the road. Metal vehicles were darting around from all directions, which looked a bit scary.

However, with someone guiding him, he wasn't too panicked.

Ya Ya perched on Grandpa Fang's shoulder, curiously watching the large intersection. "This road is so wide! Cars from all four directions converge here," she thought. At each intersection hung a large black box containing three lights that illuminated different colors.

"Brother, what are these color-changing lights for? Does green mean we can cross?" Curious little Ya Ya couldn't help but ask while waiting for the green light.

"Red light means stop, green light means go, and yellow light means stop. Little sister, you must remember that. The big round light overhead is for cars; we pedestrians only need to look at the light on the other side."

When the red light is on, it means you cannot cross. The yellow light is not for pedestrians; it's for vehicles. When the yellow light is on, it means the light color is about to change, and you should slow down.

Green means you can cross. Make sure to look carefully at the pedestrian indicator light on the opposite side; you can only cross when it's green.

Zhao Junchen couldn't refuse the innocent question from the adorable little girl, so he immediately transformed into a kindergarten teacher, patiently and carefully explaining to Ya Ya.

Ya Ya listened attentively, nodding her little head repeatedly: "Thank you, brother! You explained it so clearly! Ya Ya will remember it!"

When the green light came on, Zhao Junchen led the grandfather and grandson across the road and quickly reached the bus stop.

When the bus arrived, Fang Tiesheng carried Ya Ya onto the bus and settled in. Zhao Junchen stood there, watching the bus slowly drive away from the station before turning around and walking away.

As soon as Old Fang sat down, he started to feel dizzy. He didn't know what the smell inside the bus was, but it made him feel uncomfortable.

My heart pounded as the car moved forward.

The car stopped, and I felt a slight tremor in my heart.

Seeing that Ya Ya showed no signs of discomfort, he guessed it was due to his own poor health. His dry lips pressed into a tight line; he knew he had to go back and pick up the Eight Pieces of Brocade he used to practice when he was in school. (The earliest written record of the Eight Pieces of Brocade is found in Hong Mai's *Yijian Zhi* from the Southern Song Dynasty, which describes someone who "would get up at midnight to sit, breathe, and massage, practicing what is called the Eight Pieces of Brocade." However, this describes a seated, quiet breathing and massage method for health preservation. This story is fictional; later, it will be described that Fang Tiesheng would practice the current standing version of the Eight Pieces of Brocade.)

Otherwise, he would be utterly incapable of accomplishing anything.

Fang Tiesheng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes slightly, and kept thinking and pondering in his mind.

The car drove slowly along, with the radio playing intermittently a few times.

Fang Tiesheng suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned his head to whisper to Ya Ya, who was looking out the window, "Nannan, ask Grandma Duck how much longer I can stay here?"

"Grandpa Fang, Grandma Duck said we can stay for another twenty minutes. A little bit longer than fifteen minutes," Ya Ya whispered to Grandpa Fang, clinging to his shoulder.

Fang Tiesheng felt a chill run down his spine. Three quarters of an hour had passed, and he still hadn't gone to the night market, hadn't bought a cell phone, and only had a vague idea about the cement issue.

His knuckles unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, making his already aged face look even more distressed.

The remaining time is too short; it's simply not enough to get things done.

He frowned deeply, then suddenly a brilliant idea flashed through his mind, and he realized a crucial point, which eased the urgency he felt.

At this moment, the scenery outside the window became more familiar, and a large red sign flashed by. Ya Ya tugged at Fang Tiesheng's sleeve.

"Grandpa Fang, we're almost there!"

Fang Tiesheng quickly got up, took Ya Ya's hand and walked to the back door, firmly holding onto the vertical railing, and then held the little one steadily in his arms.

We can't let Nannan climb down this time. The steps have been stepped on by so many people, they're not clean!

After the two got off the bus and settled down, Fang Tiesheng led Ya Ya to sit on the long wooden bench behind the bus stop. He carefully considered his words and patted Ya Ya's little hand: "Daughter, tell the Duck Fairy that Grandpa wants to have a good talk with her and finish the important matters before going back."

"This old man is going too far, I won't agree!" The Boundary Dragon in the space snorted. The old man was pushing his luck too far. He was an impartial divine beast and would never agree!

Before Ya Ya could even ask, she heard Grandma Duck mutter angrily.

She immediately put on a stern face and earnestly corrected him, "Grandpa Fang can't be called an old man, Grandma Duck, that's impolite of you."

Fang Tiesheng had no idea that Ya Ya was already communicating with the Duck Fairy.

He remained calm and unhurried: "Grandpa knows this is a bit difficult, but Grandpa remembers that the Duck Fairy's energy is accumulated through transactions, right? That is to say, spending money and making money are both considered transactions."

You tell Duck Fairy that as long as I can get things done this time, Grandpa will be able to spend a lot of money. In the future, when you want to buy big items, it will be convenient for you, Nannan, and you won't have to hide it and take it little by little.

Her energy will accumulate more and more, and her speed will increase. If we fail this time, we won't be able to buy these things, and our progress will still be very slow. Shoes and hats can only be bought once a month, but if we succeed this time, we can buy them every day, and Duck Fairy's cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.

Just as she was about to say she didn't care, Jie Chi, who had a large order, fell silent. Why did this old man speak with his own thoughts in mind?

Can I spend a lot of money every day? Can I earn a lot? Can I really level up and grow up very quickly?

The tiny, bean-like eyes of the dragon shone with a faint, eerie light.

My heart is fluttering! I'm absolutely smitten!

But it's a divine beast, doesn't it have its pride?

How could we be controlled by mere humans!

He forced himself to maintain his composure, pretending to be mature, steady, and indifferent. He cleared his throat and said, "Hmph... Fine, fine. Considering your sincere pleas, I will reluctantly expend some of my own magical power to make an exception and allow him to stay a little longer to do his business."

This is a one-time exception; don't push your luck!

Fang Tiesheng, unaware that he had already been promised, continued to raise the stakes: "Daughter, Grandpa remembers that Duck Fairy always loves canned food, and the canned food was bought at this night market, right? After we finish our business, Grandpa will take you to buy some more. We'll buy a whole box to give to Duck Fairy."

"Quick, tell this old man I agree! I want strawberries, yellow peaches, and a mixed canned fruit!"

Ya Ya pursed her lips, couldn't help but secretly smile, and looked up at Fang Tiesheng. "Grandpa Fang, Grandma Duck heard everything you just said! She agreed, and she's so happy!"