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

Breakfast consisted of simple corn on the cob and a boiled egg, enough to fill up the elderly, women, and children with small appetites. Those with larger appetites could also enjoy a bowl of clear soup noodles with a side of pickled cabbage, which they found delicious.

As for Da Niu, Xing Hua, and the other injured people who are still recovering, they can't eat hard food or meat, so Ji Chun Tao doesn't need to worry about them.

Gou Ya and Xing Hua were in charge of cooking, Da Niu diligently peeled corn cobs, and the young people obediently waited by the stove for the porridge.

After breakfast, everyone sat and rested, chatting about how Nannan had brought so many things this time, and how the Duck Fairy's magic was getting stronger and stronger.

Grandma Liu unconsciously recalled the video from last night.

"Speaking of which, we saw Nannan's aunt last night and even heard her talking. Her aunt looks very blessed and kind-hearted. She even helped Nannan decorate the upstairs room."

"Yes, there are photos in that room. The colors are fresh and bright, like peach blossoms on a branch in spring. They are heartwarming to look at."

The villagers nearby were completely confused. What was this "flat" thing? What was this "covering" thing? They had never seen it before.

"Grandma Liu, what are you talking about? Is there anything else rare and unusual that we haven't seen?"

Grandma Liu explained according to her own understanding: "It can record a person's appearance, expression, and words at the time, and store them in that box called a cell phone. When the little girl touches it with her finger, the recorded scene comes to life. There are also photos of houses. Just snap a picture, and the house is drawn exactly as it was."

Everyone only half understood what was going on, and couldn't figure out how to put the house and people into the phone.

"Darling, can you show everyone that thing called Shiping?"

Ya Ya shook her head. "My phone is broken! It's black and I can't see anything! Grandpa Fang said I have to take it over so Auntie can give it a battery so it can work again."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked regretful, itching to join in. They were already a night later than the others, and now they had to wait another day.

Next time, they can just stay in the yard and wait until they've seen everything interesting before going back to sleep. Anyway, everyone lives close by now, it's just a short walk.

After resting, Dr. Chen led the three children, while Fang Tiesheng and Zhao Hu led Da Niu, and the group of seven headed to the previously marked location of the septic tank to dig a pit.

There was only one iron shovel in the village, which Da Niu carried on his shoulder.

The others carried wooden paddles and hoes, and the three children each had a small wooden board, which they squatted on the ground not far away and slowly dug and shoveled mud.

In the end, they're just a bunch of kids who can't really help with anything; they're just joining in the fun and having some fun.

Da Niu and Zhao Hu took turns using iron shovels, while Dr. Chen and Fang Tiesheng used wooden shovels to roughly carve out the outline.

Ya Ya, Xiao Shuanzi, and Xiao Douzi squatted by the pit. Dr. Chen had drawn a small hole for them, and the three little ones squatted there digging and playing in the dirt. Before long, their hands, faces, and bodies were covered in mud, but they were all smiling with their eyes crinkling, almost as if they wanted to roll around in the pit.

The village chief led Granny Li and the others into the mountains. The business of selling mountain snails could continue, and they would continue to search for snails and wild vegetables.

The remaining people in the yard were doing the final processing of the fodder, and they could officially start weaving tomorrow.

Colorful, flexible, and durable.

They handled it themselves.

I'm already looking forward to it.

Normally, when they weave straw sandals or baskets, they don't care so much about such details. If one breaks, they just weave another one.

After finishing her work, Ji Chuntao took a break and went to the cellar. She hadn't had a chance to properly examine the grain stored there yet, but she had heard that in addition to rice, there were also a lot of miscellaneous beans and coarse grains. She still needed to take a good look at it so that she could arrange her daily rations in the future.

The cellar was filled with the smell of grains. The pieces of meat had already been stored in Ya Ya's space, leaving only two pieces on a clean box.

Ji Chuntao squatted down and examined the large woven bags. Inside, besides the finest rice, there were all sorts of beans: soybeans, red beans, mung beans, and dark beans.

So many beans...

Ji Chuntao scooped up a handful of soybeans, thinking she could use some to sprout beans. She thought she could also use mung beans, and she would take some out later.

I don't know how to cook these red and black beans; I'll have to figure it out.

Once Da Niu recovers from his injury, some of the soybeans can be used to make tofu.

The tofu that Nannan brought back was convenient, but it tasted too watery and lacked the rich aroma of soybeans made from our own soybeans.

As she was pondering this, she noticed a bag of wheat kernels next to her. She opened it and her eyes lit up instantly.

It turned out to be hulled wheat kernels!

I can finally make the wheat yogurt I've been wanting to make!

In the future, when making sauces, brewing wine, or other fermented foods, we will need yeast. Now that we have ready-made wheat kernels, we can take advantage of our free time to make a batch and store it for later use.

Ji Chuntao immediately made up her mind and carried a large basket of wheat kernels up in a bamboo basket.

Two large pots were heated.

Wash the wheat kernels, add water and cook until they are about 70-80% done. When the wheat kernels swell and become soft but not fully open, quickly take them out and drain the water.

The aroma of boiling wheat wafted through the courtyard. Xinghua sniffed and approached the stove. "Aunt Chuntao, are you planning to make wheat koji?"

Ji Chuntao nodded.

"But our village doesn't even have a pinch of old yeast powder left... How can we make yeast without a starter?" Xinghua asked, staring at the pile of freshly cooked wheat.

"You know, even old tunes are made by people, right?" Ji Chuntao laughed. "It doesn't matter if there's no ready-made old tune, we can make our own. The best musical introduction in the world is floating in this air."

Ji Chuntao carefully spread the cooked wheat kernels out with her hands.

Just wait for the wheat kernels to cool completely.

Xinghua looked curiously at the spread-out wheat kernels. Was that all?

Ji Chuntao noticed her confusion, picked up the sieves for storing wheat kernels, and placed them all under the eaves of Granny Liu's house. "Don't rush, don't breathe on the wheat, and don't touch it with your hands. Wait until it cools down completely, and then I'll teach you how to do it."