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

Zhao Hu was taken aback upon hearing this, and then floated apart?

Is it like a cloud?

He lacked imagination, but he could still understand what was being said. Once he realized what was happening, his face lit up with joy, and he quickly bowed respectfully to the void, repeatedly saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Duck Immortal. Thank you for your care, Duck Immortal."

This saves on water sieving and can speed up the process by half a day.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the villagers who had gone out returned to their courtyards one after another.

Grandpa Wang and Old Sun sat in the corner weaving straw sandals, their ears constantly listening to the sounds outside.

Before long, a series of clattering sounds came from outside the courtyard gate, and Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshuanzi immediately ran out to see what was going on.

There were three large piles of clean pebbles, fine sand, and sticky yellow mud, which seemed to have grown out of thin air. They were piled together with the limestone pile next to them, forming four small hills.

"A mountain of stones has grown at the entrance!" Little Bean exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the piles of things, then glanced at Ya Ya, who stood calmly and composed beside him.

A few days ago, Grandpa Fang told them the story of Yu Gong, but it would take Yu Gong a very, very long time to move the mountain. Seasons changed, and he would only start to move it once. His beard turned completely white, and he still hadn't managed to move it.

Sister Ya Ya is amazing; she moved four mountains in one go!

Little Bean looked on with admiration.

After piling up the things, Ya Ya walked into the yard with her hands behind her back, under the shining gaze of Xiao Douzi.

In the courtyard, Grandma Liu, Grandma Wang, Grandma Zhao, and others were sitting on small stools by the stove, counting the day's harvest from the mountains. Several baskets of perfectly good Leiwozi mushrooms, some scattered shepherd's purse, honey mushrooms, and a few pounds of lichen that hadn't been washed yesterday were also washed.

Ya Ya looked around and chose an open space close to the group, then neatly piled up the bundled wild watercress from the space.

"Goodness, this must weigh at least eighty pounds... Nannan's little bag is getting more and more impressive!" Grandma Wang exclaimed in amazement as she looked at the large pile of wild vegetables that had suddenly appeared.

They were just thinking that there might not be enough mountain produce today, but now there's plenty.

The group's hands moved faster without them realizing it. Fortunately, wild watercress was not as difficult to process as wild water celery; it only required a quick rinse.

"Yes, it can hold a lot, and Grandma Duck even helped!" Ya Ya threw down a bunch of wild vegetables and then strolled off with two little tails following behind her. The three little ones waddled to the backyard.

My mother-in-law said that the persimmons in the backyard have all sprouted since we built them little urinals.

Many of the vegetables in that plot were planted by Ya Ya herself.

From afar, the three children could see little triangular, white, and slightly transparent houses standing on the vegetable patch, with glimpses of green within them.

The buds moved closer, and two small round leaves, pale yellow with a hint of green, emerged from some of the little buds, their stems thin and delicate.

In some small houses, the seedlings were exceptionally robust, spreading their thick cotyledons as soon as they emerged from the soil, lying short and sturdy in the damp soil, looking remarkably energetic.

"This strongest one is the one I planted!" Ya Ya stared at the seedling in the soil for a long time before confirming it seriously.

She's the most literate and skilled sprout queen, so the vegetables she grows must be the strongest.

Little Bean looked around and exclaimed, "Wow! Sister Ya Ya is so good at growing vegetables!"

The children were kept close together in the backyard, which put the adults at ease.

As dusk fell, the solar lights in the yard came on. Niu Cuihua shook the water droplets off her hands and hurried toward the septic tank.

Why haven't the young men returned yet?

"Da Niu, Xing Hua, Dr. Chen! Time to come back to the ward for lunch!" she called out at the top of her lungs.

"Mother, wait a little longer, it's not finished yet." Da Niu's muffled voice came from underground.

Niu Cuihua took a few steps closer and looked down. At the bottom of the huge pit, her eldest son's clothes were filthy, his face was covered in black smears, and he was holding a strange iron object with a wooden handle and a flat, square surface that looked like iron.

He was grinning as he stood in the pit, smearing cement onto the wall.

Xinghua held a solar-powered lamp she had taken from her own house, shaking it every now and then to keep it lit, while Dr. Chen lay outside, using a strange iron trowel to apply cement to the pit wall.

The slippery feel of the sticky cement, the strange and indescribable pleasure of smearing it, made Da Niu work harder and harder, he was practically addicted.

"Oh dear! You little rascal, you've made such nice clothes so filthy. If you don't wash them clean, I'll beat you up!" Niu Cuihua looked at Da Niu's clothes with heartache, and his trouser legs were even worse.

But working at the bottom of the pit means getting dirty is unavoidable.

Da Niu blushed upon hearing this and subconsciously wiped his face with his hand. "Mom, I'll finish building the pool tomorrow and wash myself. I promise I'll wash myself clean."

Niu Cuihua looked at her son, whose face was covered in black smears, and turned her head away.

It's unbearable to look at.

……

After clearing out his winter stock, Zhao Jiale hasn't been to the Hongye Morning Market for a while.

Firstly, I haven't decided what else to sell, and secondly... I have money on hand, isn't it nice to sleep in?

However, if you only spend and don't earn, no amount of money can sustain you, especially since he doesn't have much wealth at all.

Even if he manages to eat well every day, it's only enough to live a carefree life for a short week. As his wallet dwindles, Zhao Jiale reappears at the Hongye Clothing Outlet City.

With the change of seasons approaching, many clothes are being sold off, especially thick winter coats.

Many stalls on both sides of the entrance had piles of so-called export sweaters outside. It was hard to tell if they were first-hand or second-hand. They smelled a bit pungent, but the prices were really attractive.

For example, the one next to it with the huge promotional sign:

Trendy plus-size sweaters for stylish girls, wholesale price 5.9, minimum order 100 pieces.

Zhao Jiale put on a mask and picked up a random piece of clothing. It was loose and baggy with no shape, the knit texture was sparse, and the style was even worse, but it was cheap!

You can make a small profit by selling them for 15 or 20 yuan.

However, Zhao Jiale didn't make a move right away. People here prefer thicker sweaters, and these thin ones are of poor quality. Even if they're cheap, they probably won't sell well. Economical and durable sweaters are what his customer base likes.

He put down the sweater and continued browsing the stalls inside.

Many stalls along the way were selling cotton-padded jackets at a discount of two dollars, which was two dollars less than the price he had paid for them.

Zhao Jiale's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

We stocked up too much before and couldn't sell it all. If it weren't for that generous kid who covered our losses... Now that the temperature is warming up, it's really inappropriate to stock up on winter coats. We're afraid we'll be stuck with them.

As he walked around, he stopped in front of a shop called Steel Coin Outlet Wholesale.

A crowd had gathered at the store entrance, with everyone bending over to pick through the goods in the large baskets.

Zhao Jiale subconsciously craned his neck to look into the baskets, and his eyes lit up when he saw the three characters "Futukang" on one of the baskets of clothes.

These are factory uniforms that leaked out of the factory.

For a super-large factory like Foxconn, the materials used for factory uniforms are quite solid. The ones that are released are either the Foxconn uniform with the wrong embroidery, or a small amount of defective inventory that the factory has left over.