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

(Chapter 277 has been replaced. Please start reading from chapter 277 for updates. It cannot be deleted, only replaced...)

Ya Ya glanced at the big box, then held up her two greasy hands: "My hands are too oily, so I won't look at them. We'll take them back later so everyone can look at them together."

That skewer of oilfish was so delicious, I finished it all before I knew it.

I clearly ate before coming here.

Ya Ya looked down at her bulging little belly.

He Miao couldn't help but chuckle. "Want some more? There's more here. After you finish, I'll take you to wash and dry your hands and face."

Ya Ya waved her hands repeatedly, "I'm not eating anymore, my sisters haven't eaten yet."

Su Yuqing swallowed a large piece of squid in her hand: "We've eaten before, eat more if you like."

Ya Ya stared at the oilfish on the table with a hint of excitement.

"Are you really not going to eat anymore? Are you giving it all to me? Sister He Miao, Sister Yu Qing, won't you be hungry tonight? It's really uncomfortable to go to bed hungry."

"I'm really not eating. Going to sleep hungry is the first step to becoming a beauty. Today has already been my indulgent meal," Su Yuqing said with a smile after wiping her fingers clean.

Ya Ya looked at her two older sisters with a blank expression. "Does being hungry make you a beauty?"

Everyone in that village had been starving for so long, why didn't they become beautiful...?

The little one looked at the squid and then at his belly. Eating until he's full and then becoming pretty is important, but eating until he's full is more important.

"Then I'll take it back, thank you sisters!" Ya Ya used her elbow to wiggle the bag containing the giant fried squid towards herself.

"Sister will take you to wash your hands first." He Miao couldn't stand it anymore; this little glutton was practically lying on the table.

After cleaning up, He Miao and Su Yuqing had nothing else to do, but they were still a little uneasy looking at this unfamiliar young man. So they simply stood on either side of Ya Ya, their eyes filled with vigilance as they stared at Zhao Junchen.

YaYa Village is mostly populated by elderly people. Communication is poor, and it's inconvenient to buy things. Be careful not to get ripped off.

"Oh, right! Sister He Miao!" Ya Ya suddenly slapped her forehead, remembering something she had almost forgotten.

"So many people in our village want to talk to you. Grandma Li said thank you for the medicine, and so did my grandma, Grandpa Village Chief... so many people. I recorded the events for everyone and took photos. Sister He Miao, would you like to see them?" Ya Ya looked up at He Miao with eager eyes.

He Miao's pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she covered her face with her hands. There was even a special thank-you video...

Su Yuqing nudged He Miao with her elbow, her eyes full of curiosity: "Look, look."

"Then... let me take a look."

Their eyes fell on Ya Ya's phone. The little girl's tiny hands clumsily tapped and swiped on the screen, making the fonts and icons look huge, making it easy to find apps.

The album was filled with messy, blurry photos taken by the child. The images were cluttered and unclear, and only a few photos of shops and group photos of villagers were legible.

After some trial and error, Ya Ya finally opened the recorded video.

In the video, an elderly woman in military green camouflage work clothes hesitated as she moved in front of the camera, her eyes somewhat blank as if she didn't know where to look.

Her head of white hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and her body was somewhat hunched from a lifetime of hard work.

It was Li Guixiang.

In the video, you can also hear Ya Ya's soft voice saying, "Grandma Li, move a little closer to the middle. Okay, you can talk now."

He Miao took Ya Ya's phone and quietly looked at the old man on the screen.

"Hello, He Miao, I am Li Guixiang from Hehua Village. I sincerely thank you for taking care of Yaya and for helping our whole village. Now everyone in the village has a job and life is getting better and better every day."

The medicine you bought for Ya Ya before saved my life, and I will always remember this kindness.

We know in our hearts that such good medicine cannot be bought with that little money. We, the Lotus Village, will always remember your and that kind shopkeeper's understanding and help. We are just country folk, farmers with little education, and not good with words. All we can say is thank you.

At this point, Li Guixiang bowed deeply before continuing, "We don't know how to repay you, so we can only do our best to make every pair of shoes and every hat you ordered perfectly, exactly as they were, and never ruin your reputation."

The camera shook slightly for a moment, the image swayed wildly, and when it stabilized, a thin-faced old woman with kind eyes appeared.

She was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket with green flowers, looking very festive and energetic.

"Hello, Miss He Miao, I'm Ya Ya's mother-in-law. This child has been with me since she was little..."

Then came Zhao Hu, Li Gousheng, Fang Tiesheng... These village elders also appeared on camera one after another. Each of them didn't say much, but they were exceptionally sincere.

Hearing the simple words of gratitude from these kind-hearted villagers, He Miao and Su Yuqing's eyes welled up with tears.

She didn't seem to do anything special, just what a normal person would do. Faced with such a cute and sensible child, no one would stand idly by.

Moreover, selling handmade straw sandals is a win-win situation; in fact, they benefit more. Normally, straw sandals made by a master craftsman of this caliber require pre-orders a month in advance, but they have an entire village of skilled artisans at their disposal!

They agreed to sell these shoes for 580 to 780 yuan a pair, targeting customers who appreciate intangible cultural heritage, handicrafts, and cultural values. Even after deducting advertising and operating costs, they can still make a considerable profit.

She has no right to receive so much heartfelt gratitude from so many people; how can she possibly live up to the weighty title of savior?

Ya Ya blinked and looked at Sister He Miao and Sister Yu Qing, whose eyes were red and looked like they were about to shed tears at any moment. Her nose also felt a little sore.

Just as the group was immersed in this warm atmosphere, Zhao Junchen coughed twice, looking a little embarrassed, and broke the silence.

"Excuse me, ladies, may I interrupt?"

He Miao tilted her head back and blinked hard, looking at Zhao Junchen.

"The construction plan and detailed quotation for the septic tank have been prepared. The old man drew up a standard for 30 people, about six cubic meters, which requires 3,100 red bricks, including partition walls, well rings, outer walls, cement..."

Zhao Junchen gave a brief report, then pointed to a line in the notebook and said, "Also, regarding the photovoltaic equipment that the old man mentioned, Miss He, you can take a look. The old man wrote it in a rather simple style."