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

"Miaomiao, wasn't the one-week delivery deadline we set a bit too short?" Su Yuqing frowned slightly.

She returned the day before yesterday and had two new orders for straw sandals, each for 500 pairs. She didn't dare to take any more, as handmade items are not like mass-produced assembly line products.

They did receive several orders for thousands of finished clothes. It's safe to say that as long as the quality control of this initial batch of orders is done well and consistently, their online store will see some improvement.

"I was just about to tell you, we only calculated the weaving time, but that was the original, unprocessed weaving. Now, we've added dyeing, anti-mold treatment, and various other preliminary processes. Just preparing the straw alone will take at least three days. It's really too tight." He Miao stared at the straw sandals on her feet. Such sturdy and beautiful shoes must have taken a lot of time.

"The main problem is that we don't have the contact information for the elders in Ya Ya's village, and we can't take the initiative to contact them. We're afraid that the elderly will get anxious and feel burdened if they can't complete the task."

The two exchanged a glance, and Su Yuqing said, "Ya Ya should be coming today. The contract deadline is approaching, and regardless of whether she finishes the work or not, the people from her village should come with her, right?"

He Miao glanced at the time on her phone. It was time for Ya Ya to arrive, but Chen Lei hadn't called her yet...

"Let's go wait there until eight o'clock."

"Okay, let's go to the night market to get something to eat. I've been craving giant fried squid lately, do you want some?" Su Yuqing picked up her small bag and got up.

"Makka Pakka Akkawaka Mika Makka~"

Before He Miao could speak, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar private cell phone number.

Her first instinct was to hang up. These days, there are more and more telemarketing and harassing calls every day. They're either recommending some kind of package or asking if she needs funds and wants to take out an online loan.

Once, when I got annoyed by the questions, I simply replied that I had a need. The person on the other end sounded excited and immediately asked how much I wanted to borrow.

He Miao immediately said "1 billion," and before the other party could react to her impending outburst of profanity, she hung up and blocked the number.

Just as I was about to press the button, I saw that the number was local, not a landline or virtual number, so I thought about it and reached out to answer it anyway.

As soon as the call connected, a soft, sweet, and childlike voice, like a refreshing vanilla shaved ice dessert in summer, came through the receiver: "Hello, cell phone, have you found Sister He Miao for me? I'm looking for Sister He Miao."

He Miao was taken aback at first, then quickly glanced at the caller ID. Her eyes lit up with surprise, and her voice softened slightly: "Is this Ya Ya? You have a cell phone now? You've even learned how to make calls?"

When Ya Ya heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She really could find Sister He Miao through her phone and hear Sister He Miao speaking!

"It really is Sister He Miao! Then I didn't dial the wrong number, I'm so smart!"

"Yes, that's right, our Ya Ya is super amazing!" He Miao smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Ya Ya, do you still remember me? I'm Su Yuqing." Su Yuqing also came closer.

"I remember, the pretty older sister with red hair."

Su Yuqing smiled like an aunt, thinking how sweet the little one was.

"Sister He Miao, I...I brought the shoes that were made in the village. They're so pretty! There are so many shoes in the yard, and also some pretty little hats, one for the kittens and one for the fingers. Grandpa Fang told me to call you." Ya Ya sat on a small stool with an open notebook in front of her.

There are words, drawings, and circles on it.

Fang Tiesheng was afraid that Ya Ya wouldn't know how to operate it or wouldn't remember the steps, so he wrote them down in a way that she could understand.

"Ya Ya is so great! Did any elders come with you? Where are you now? Can I come find you?" He Miao and Su Yuqing were both taken aback. Not only were the shoes finished, but there was also a hat?

"Okay, Sister He Miao, I'm in the big house that Grandpa Fang rented for me. My door is really big and wide, and it can open by itself." Ya Ya swung her two short legs and looked at the door.

"Where is that big house?"

They actually rented a house? He Miao and Su Yuqing were both a little curious.

"In the night market, it's called Back Street Persimmon Alley... Go through the alley, turn left, and there's a sign at the entrance; it's number 27," Ya Ya read from her notebook.

The notebook contains a drawing of a round persimmon, two arrows, and a number.

"Okay, okay, you wait patiently, I'll be right there."

Even though she couldn't see anyone over the phone, Ya Ya still obediently nodded her little head, "Okay!"

Hearing the dial tone on the other end, Ya Ya finally put down her phone.

Grandpa Fang once said that if the dial tone stops, it means you can talk to the person on the other end; if the dial tone stops again after you finish speaking, it means the call has ended.

Ya Ya looked at the small notebook on the table, silently turned a page, found the line with Boss Zhao's phone number, and dialed it one digit at a time.

After the beeping ended, Zhao Junchen's voice came through the phone: "Hello, Zhao Family Sand Quarry."

"Hello, I'm looking for Uncle Zhao. Did I get the wrong number?" Ya Ya was a little puzzled. What was the sand-walking factory? She didn't seem to have pressed the wrong number.

When Zhao Junchen heard the child's soft, childish voice, he was slightly taken aback. Whose child had dialed the wrong number? But his surname was indeed Zhao, so calling him Uncle Zhao didn't seem wrong.

Just then, the voice from the other end rang out again: "Hello Uncle at the sand-making factory, this is Ya Ya. I'm looking for Uncle Xiao Zhao. Grandpa Fang said this string of numbers can lead to Uncle Xiao Zhao. Our village needs to buy cement and large bricks to dig a pit for storing poop..."

Zhao Junchen raised an eyebrow, remembering that he had run into an old man and a child a few days ago across the street from the building materials market. They said they wanted to buy cement and had even rented a warehouse.

I just didn't expect it to be that little dumpling calling this time; I couldn't remember her for a moment.

"Oh, it's Little Sprout! You didn't mistype, I'm Uncle Zhao. You've already decided how many you want to buy, right?"

"Yes, yes, I've thought it through. Grandpa Fang wrote so many words! Uncle Zhao, can you come to my place? It's the same place as last time, behind Yangshizi Alley. There are so many words I don't recognize." Ya Ya frowned as she stared at the densely packed words on the notebook.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll be there in half an hour!" Zhao Junchen hung up the phone with a smile.

He got up and picked up his clothes. The dinner party had just ended, and he could make it there in time.

"A new order?" asked a supplier who was having dinner with us.

"Yeah, I reckon there will be more big orders coming up!"

"I think I just heard a kid on the other side saying he wanted to dig a septic tank to hold poop. Is that a septic tank?" the distributor asked.

"Yes, her grandfather told me last time that it's probably a whole village renovation project. If there are any other needs, I'll contact you."