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

These cabbages are a little different from the ones we usually see; their leaves are wrapped very tightly, and they are also larger.

The village chief glanced at the scale: 13 jin (6.5 catties).

One is equivalent to two of their own kind.

He gently plucked a leaf and put it in his mouth. It made a few crisp sounds, and the juice was slightly sweet.

Put the cabbage back in its original place.

The village chief looked at the now fully stocked cellar, which was filled with rice, flour, grains, oil, vegetables, and meat. They had all stored it up.

A sense of solid satisfaction welled up inside me; life was visibly getting better and better.

……

"Aunt Chuntao, is breakfast so bland today?"

Da Niu, who was planning to finish eating before cleaning the septic tank, looked at the vegetable porridge in his bowl and couldn't help but ask.

It seems like everyone's bowl only has thin vegetable porridge today.

This doesn't quite fit the current situation in the village.

Ji Chuntao smiled but didn't say anything.

This morning, when she went to the cellar, she was surprised to see so many cabbages and red sausages. Just then, she saw her daughter come downstairs.

The little guy muttered something to her for a while before this breakfast was served.

"Big Brother Da Niu, do you want to eat some meat?" Ya Ya smiled and tilted her head to look at Da Niu.

"Well, that's not what I think. Eating vegetables is quite nice. These vegetables look fresh and tender!" Da Niu Ergen blushed and picked up the bowl, slurping down a big mouthful of porridge.

"Big Brother Niu doesn't want to eat it, so I won't give it to you." After saying that, a big, golden duck leg appeared out of nowhere in the bowl in front of Ya Ya, bigger than her small bowl.

"One duck leg for everyone!"

Ya Ya walked around the table with her hands behind her back. Except for Xinghua, Da Niu, Doctor Chen, and Gou Ya, everyone else in the village had a fragrant duck leg growing in their bowl.

Da Niu: ...

Niu Cuihua secretly chuckled as she watched her dejected son. To be honest, her son's bitter face was actually quite amusing.

Xinghua didn't rush to eat; she knew that Nannan was definitely teasing Da Niu on purpose.

They all do manual labor, so it's unreasonable to only give them thin porridge in the morning; there must be something else.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just Da Niu, but all four of them. It must be that the duck leg wasn't suitable for them, and they had other food.

Just then, Ji Chuntao came over carrying a large bowl of steaming hot food.

"I steamed off the excess oil and salt, then cut it into pieces and stewed it with Chinese cabbage. Dr. Chen, would you like to take a look?"

"I trust Chun Tao's cooking skills. Thank you for your hard work. Please sit down and eat."

Dr. Chen took the large bowl and used a spoon to scoop out a few pieces of duck leg meat for himself.

Really fragrant.

After breakfast, Da Niu and the others tidied up and went back to the septic tank.

Da Niu weighed the masonry tools in his hands, full of energy.

"At this rate, I can finish building the entire septic tank by this morning. I'm quite skilled at this now!"

Xinghua smiled faintly upon hearing this.

Dr. Chen, who was standing nearby, advised, "It's good that the work is done quickly, but you have to be careful when laying the pipes. The pipes have to be sloped towards the bathroom. The two places are not close to each other. If the slope of the ditch is not steep enough, the flushing will not be smooth."

Da Niu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Dr. Chen, I've got this covered!"

In the courtyard, Zhao Hu continued to lay the rammed earth.

Ya Ya wanted to watch a little longer and help Uncle Zhao step on the long planks. These planks after the soil was laid were quite interesting.

One end of the board is connected to a rope and held in your hand, while the other end is stepped on. Pulling and releasing it compacts the soil underneath.

But the old duck in the space kept urging her: "Hurry up, hurry up, you promised me you'd go to the night market to buy food today."

Ya Ya could only reluctantly get off the large wooden board and help herself onto the small cart.

As soon as I stepped into the bustling night market, I heard Grandma Duck's urging voice in my mind: "Hurry up, go straight ahead, follow the right-hand path, and go to the stall with the most people to buy a serving of stinky tofu to try."

God knows how many times He heard the hawking of stinky tofu and how curious He was about it.

Why are so many people crowding around to buy stinky tofu? What does it taste like?

Ya Ya obediently followed Grandma Duck's directions to the stall. A few steps away from the stall, a strong and strange smell wafted towards her.

The pungent, sour smell made her instinctively furrow her brow.

Ya Ya peeked at the noodle stall across the street. The oil in the big iron pot was sizzling and boiling. Pieces of black tofu were fried in the oil and floated on the surface, looking strange and peculiar.

The stall owner deftly scooped out the fried black tofu, poked small holes in each piece with chopsticks, poured the broth into the holes, sprinkled on bright green scallions and white minced garlic, and finally scooped on a spoonful of red chili before handing it to the customer.

Ya Ya leaned closer; the broth tasted sour, spicy, and delicious, but the tofu smelled really pungent.

Is something so black really not poisonous?

Watching the customers come one after another, Ya Ya hesitated for a moment, but still dragged her little cart to the end of the line.

The stall owner was quick, and it was soon Ya Ya's turn.

"Hey boss, I'd like a serving of stinky tofu," Ya Ya said loudly, mimicking the way the person in front of her ordered.

"Large or small?" The stall owner craned her neck; this customer was rather small, you couldn't see him without craning her neck.

"Large portion!"

"Kids can't eat too much spicy food, so I won't put any chili on you." The stall owner quickly picked up ten pieces of stinky tofu and put them into a disposable paper bowl, then poked them open one by one.

"No, I want to eat chili peppers!" Jie Chi protested solemnly in the space.

Ya Ya thought for a moment and said to the stall owner, "Sister, I'll try one without chili first. Could you add chili to the rest for me, just like everyone else? I'll take it home for my family, okay?"

"No problem." The stall owner pointed to a small stool next to her. "There are empty seats over there. Sit down and eat slowly, but be careful, it's hot."

Ya Ya sat down holding the paper bowl, staring at the small hole in the bowl, which was filled with diced pickled mustard greens, minced garlic, and dark, stinky tofu in broth. Her brows furrowed into a small knot.

She took a deep breath, looking as if she were ready to die, picked up a piece with a small bamboo skewer, and gently bit into it.

The moment it enters your mouth, the strange stench seems to vanish instantly. The dark, crispy outer layer of tofu is fried until golden brown, while the inside is soft and tender.

The soup melts in your mouth.

Fresh, fragrant, slightly sour, and with a hint of spiciness, the flavors unfold layer by layer, creating a rich and satisfying taste.

Ya Ya exhaled a large breath of hot air, then quickly closed her mouth. It still smelled bad, but the more she chewed it, the more fragrant it became.

No wonder so many people buy this stuff.

It turns out that it smells bad but tastes good.

Especially the small, crunchy pieces of pickled cabbage inside, mixed with the savory broth, make you want to keep eating it after just one bite!