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

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Fang Tiesheng carefully put the brand-new cell phone into his pocket.

Ya Ya held Fang Tiesheng's little hand and led him familiarly toward the night market. The night market was still bustling. The two followed the flow of people and soon arrived at the entrance of an alley, not far from the alley where Ya Ya had picked up the mirror.

Fang Tiesheng spotted the large wooden signboard at a glance. It looked like a flat little pavilion with a small eave on top and seven small round plaques under the eaves, each with a single character on it.

The wooden board underneath was covered with layers of paper of various colors, some with curled edges, swaying and rattling in the wind.

"Public service information board." Fang Tiesheng squinted and leaned closer, his nose almost touching the wooden board, looking up at the words on the seven round signs.

To facilitate the public and make information public.

This is it.

"Grandpa Fang, is this what you're looking for?" Ya Ya tilted her little head up and squinted her eyes like Fang Tiesheng.

"Yes, that's it. You're so clever, you found the right one right away."

Fang Tiesheng took out his reading glasses from his pocket, put them on, and squinted as he scanned the papers one by one.

Most of the listings are for renting or selling houses, with phrases like "single room of your choice," "first floor for rent," and "house for rent, fully furnished," each followed by a phone number.

The characters were large and black, very conspicuous.

Interspersed with other miscellaneous items were things like "Haircut for 5 yuan", "Dried firewood for sale", and "Hiring 2 sales clerks, salary negotiable".

There were also notes for lost cats and dogs, locksmiths, and unclogging drains, so many that there wasn't a single space between them.

Fang Tiesheng's gaze swept over one document after another, and suddenly he lifted up a recruitment notice for XX Screw Factory. Underneath it was a faded pink paper that was half covered, with four large characters printed on it: Warehouse for Rent.

Below is smaller print: 54 square meter ground-floor street-facing storage space for rent. Excellent location with easy access for small bread shops, small trucks, etc. Contact number…

Fang Tiesheng hurriedly pulled out his phone from his pocket. He didn't understand 54 square meters, but combined with the complex information above, this word should be a description of how big it was, like how they usually say a few acres or a few fen.

He turned on his phone, recalling the steps the little girl had taught him in the shop, and found a green icon with a small white curved stick, which he tapped.

Then, he started pressing the numbers on the slip of paper one by one on the pile of numbers that appeared on his phone.

After pressing the button, press the large green circle at the bottom, and Fang Tiesheng's phone will ring.

This is the waiting time for the call to connect.

Fang Tiesheng breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he hadn't forgotten the steps.

The call connected, and a middle-aged man's loud, aggressive voice came from the other end, "Hey? Who is it? What's wrong?"

Fang Tiesheng gripped his phone tightly, pressing his ear close to it, afraid of missing a single word.

"Sir, excuse me. I am Fang. I saw your warehouse rental notice on the community information board at the alley entrance, so I took the liberty of calling you. I wonder if this is a convenient time for you? I would like to take a look at your warehouse and ask about the rent."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then the tone softened. "Oh! So you're renting a warehouse. I thought you were a salesman! Sir, you're very polite. Can you wait by the community information board and not move? I'm coming right now."

Fang Tiesheng agreed, wiped his phone, carefully put it back in his pocket, and stood quietly by the information bar, holding Ya Ya's little hand.

Before long, a middle-aged man walked over from a distance. He was tall and robust, with broad shoulders and a thick back. When he stood there, he looked like a small mountain, and he was half a head taller than Uncle Zhao, the tallest man in the village.

As the burly man approached, the light at the alley entrance seemed to dim.

He looked Fang Tiesheng up and down, lingering on Fang Tiesheng's head for a few more seconds. The old man's hairstyle was quite trendy, with long hair.

Ya Ya shrank back; this uncle was huge.

"Hey! Sir, you're the one who wants to rent the warehouse, right?" Du Ming's voice was naturally loud, and when he spoke, it was like a megaphone, making Ya Ya feel like her ears were echoing.

Fang Tiesheng quickly nodded and cupped his hands in thanks: "Yes, thank you for making this special trip."

"Don't mention it, come with me, it'll only take a few minutes." Du Ming waved his hand, his gaze falling on Ya Ya, who was rubbing her ears beside him. He lowered his voice a little, "Bringing your little granddaughter to the warehouse so late, don't you let the child go to bed earlier at home?"

Fang Tiesheng picked up Ya Ya, smiled but didn't say anything, and quickened his pace to catch up.

Ya Ya stared at the tall, strong uncle with wide eyes, it was the first time she had ever seen such a tall person.

I wonder what my uncle eats to grow so tall.

Du Ming skillfully followed the winding alleys next to the night market, gradually moving away from the bustling main street and arriving at an area where self-built houses were clustered together. The streetlights were sparse, the light was dim, and there was a narrow road.

He stopped in front of a two-story building, the first floor of which was a wide roller shutter door.

Ya Ya recognized this kind of door. The shop that Grandpa Fang had chosen for her and her aunt at the morning market had the same door. It had a lock at the bottom, and you had to use force to open and close it. It also made a loud rumbling sound when you pulled it.

But this doesn't seem to have a lock? Isn't it unsafe without a lock?

As Ya Ya was thinking, she saw Zhuang Zhuang's uncle reach into his pocket and take out a small black round cake. He gently pressed it against the door, and with a soft beep, the heavy striped iron door rose up little by little by itself without anyone having to lift it.

"Wow--"

Ya Ya stared in amazement at the door that could move on its own.

Just as amazing as the bus door from before!

Fang Tiesheng, standing to the side, was also stunned; this door was incredibly powerful!

Du Ming turned around and saw the old man and the child looking at him with a sense of novelty and shock. He couldn't help but laugh: "Hehe, don't look down on this place. I modified the door myself. It's electric. Just press a button and it opens."

My back isn't very good, so I can't handle the strain of constantly opening and closing the door.

As they were talking, the metal gate had been fully raised. Du Ming went in first and pressed the switch on the wall. With a click, the dark room became brighter than daytime.

Fang Tiesheng carried Ya Ya inside, and when they passed the gate, he specifically looked up to see that the gate was firmly fixed on the top without shaking at all.

This door is great, it opens with a single press, even a little girl can use it.

The warehouse was completely empty, with the entire space visible at a glance. The floor was unfinished cement, and a separate toilet was partitioned off in the corner.

Apart from the restroom, the warehouse contained only an old wooden table and chair set, with no other items.

The entire warehouse is less than one-tenth of an acre, about seven or eight-tenths of an acre.