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

Fang Tiesheng, who was standing next to him, had already mentioned the amazing warehouse door that could rise and fall on its own.

They even took out a remote control, a blue round disc.

"There's a mechanism on that door. This little round disc can control the door from a distance. Press it once, and the door will slowly rise. Press it again, and the door will come down and close tightly by itself."

Ya Ya also took out her little black round biscuit and nodded vigorously, "Grandpa Fang is right, that warehouse door is amazing!"

Everyone listened with great interest, their eyes filled with longing, and they all moved even closer.

"Uncle Tiesheng, did you buy the cement? Is the warehouse ready? It's nighttime there, so we'll have to wait for the next batch. Do they really use cement for building houses and paving roads over there? Do they have any other materials? Are their houses made of adobe or stone?"

Zhao Hu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but speak up. "Uncle Tiesheng, why haven't you gotten to the point yet? Did you actually buy that magical mud called cement?"

Fang Tiesheng took a sip of water unhurriedly: "Nannan, take those things out of your space and let everyone have a look."

Ya Ya pointed her little hand to the empty space next to her.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction Ya Ya was pointing, and in the next instant, a small pile of objects appeared out of thin air on the open ground.

First came two packages that looked like they were wrapped in paper, bulging with incomprehensible words and strange symbols printed on them. Scattered around them were several round sticks of varying thicknesses and colors, some black and some white.

The black sticks are thinner, about the thickness of a finger; some are smooth and shiny, while others have raised patterns around their surface.

The white sticks were much thicker, with the thickest one appearing to be a full size thicker than Zhao Hu's arm.

There were also a few scattered objects that looked like bricks.

It's orange-red and looks much smaller than the adobe bricks commonly used in the village. There's a slightly larger one next to it, which is hollow and has two empty grooves in the middle.

The most eye-catching thing was a small, translucent object that, when illuminated by sunlight, refracted a series of unprecedented, shimmering, colorful rays.

No one could resist, and the villagers swarmed over in a flurry.

Zhao Hu poked at the red brick, his face full of surprise: "Are these the bricks from over there? They're so neat and tidy, and the color is so bright."

It feels hard and solid, and when you pick it up, it's quite heavy.

"Why is this brick hollow? Is it more solid if it's hollow?"

"Wow, this little stick looks thin, but it's so heavy!" Da Niu picked up a piece of steel bar, stood aside, and swung the stick a couple of times with his uninjured hand. His eyes lit up, and he grinned, saying:

"Tiger, this thing is definitely useful for self-defense. Just chop it off on the head!"

Zhao Hu also picked up a piece of rebar. Good heavens, it was made of refined iron. Just as Da Niu said, if you had this thing, you could swing it around and knock those big guys unconscious if you encountered wild boars or beasts on the mountain!

Xinghua carefully touched the two tiles.

One part is rough, the other is slippery.

The village chief's gaze also fell on the glazed tiles. He squinted and examined them closely. "These...these are glazed tiles, aren't they?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment. "Village chief, what are glazed tiles?"

"Tiles? I heard that the mansions of wealthy families in the city are all built with large tiled roofs." Grandma Zhao stared at the glazed tiles with curiosity.

The village chief nodded. These were clearly two types of tiles: ordinary gray earthen tiles and glazed tiles.

It is said that only the emperor in the imperial city could use glazed tiles.

"Wow, this is quite an eye-opener for us today. I've never seen anything like it before, and it's so exquisitely made."

"I wonder how expensive roof tiles are in that area. If only we could build a big tiled house..."

Zhao Hu admired the threaded steel rod for a while, then planted it on the ground, reluctant to let go, and used his free hand to rummage through the pile of objects.

"Which one is cement? I don't see any mud. Is this cement in this paper package, Uncle Tiesheng?" He stared at the two paper packages covered with a thin layer of dust, his brows furrowed slightly.

Should we open it up and take a look?

Fang Tiesheng was looking for his phone when he saw Zhao Hu about to open the bag. He quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, wait! Don't move! Boss Zhao said this cement is very particular; it needs to be mixed with sand and gravel according to a fixed ratio. There are two different bags of cement here, so don't mix them up!"

"Boss Zhao also sent me a list. Let me look for it; it has a list of useful prices..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu quickly withdrew his hand, and the group of people also quieted down, their eyes immediately falling on Fang Tiesheng.

Fang Tiesheng unzipped his coat and unbuttoned his floral cotton-padded jacket, muttering, "Where did I hide my phone?"

"Grandpa Fang, what are you looking for?" Ya Ya asked curiously, tilting her head as she watched Fang Tiesheng practically take off his pants to search for something.

"Grandpa can't remember where he put his phone."

"It's here with me, Grandpa Fang. You left it on the table and didn't take it, so I put it in my spatial storage!" As she spoke, a small, flat, black cube appeared in Ya Ya's hand.

"What? Old Fang, you bought a cell phone?"

"Is that rare treasure that can talk to people from a very, very long distance?!"

"My goodness, you actually managed to buy something so expensive? No wonder the trip took so long!"

The villagers had only heard Fang Tiesheng talk about the wonders of cell phones yesterday, and they never expected to actually see this legendary object today. They were instantly in an uproar, and everyone tiptoed to get closer to the table.

Fang Tiesheng took Ya Ya's phone, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was getting old and forgetful. Luckily, his daughter was smart, otherwise he would have forgotten it in the warehouse.

All they saw was Fang Tiesheng holding a black cube in his hand. The moment his fingertips touched the smooth surface, the black board suddenly lit up, revealing a small picture with a red and yellow background, containing some small cubes and text symbols.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the glowing little cube, finding it increasingly strange. They grabbed each other's shoulders, surrounding Fang Tiesheng in the middle.

Fang Tiesheng stared down at the screen. Boss Zhao said to send a text message. Where was the text message again?

What did that little girl say before she left?

He frantically tapped and clicked on the screen, not knowing what he accidentally touched, when suddenly a deafening burst of lively music blared out, with a woman singing:

"Living a good and prosperous life~ Ta-da~"

We've caught up with a great era and a joyous time~ Ta-da~