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

Before we knew it, it was noon, and the whole courtyard was bustling with people gathered around the novel large round table for lunch.

The large, round wooden table, unlike anything seen before, with its central rotating turntable, made everyone in the village, young and old, want to reach out and spin it around.

Seeing that the food had been on the table for a quarter of an hour and few people had actually started eating, the village chief reached out and pressed down on the small round plate, "When eating, you can't spin the turntable too fast, and you must not move the plate when someone is picking up food."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly withdrew their hands and obediently picked up their bowls to eat.

But every time someone reaches out to touch the central turntable, I always have to look up and glance at it a few more times.

After finishing her meal and cleaning up the dishes, Ji Chuntao kept thinking about those few pieces of fine fabric.

The yard outside was dusty, and the fabric would easily get dirty if it was laid out for cutting. She thought for a moment and called on Gou Ya and Grandma Wang to help. The four or five of them carried the two square tables that had been replaced to Doctor Chen's house.

Dr. Chen's house is the largest in the entire Lotus Village. The main room is spacious, and there is a side room on each side. Previously, Gou Ya lived there, but now that Gou Ya has moved to a new house, the empty room can be used for work.

The table was properly placed, and a clean linen cloth was laid on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Ji Chuntao rubbed her hands together: "Nannan, you can take those fabrics out and put them on the kang (heated brick bed) now."

The others in the room had also heard Ji Chuntao mention it, and now they were all full of anticipation.

Ya Ya took out rolls of fabric from her space one after another. There were not only the brocade that Ji Chuntao had mentioned, but also light pink and green fabrics that were as light as gauze, soft fabrics with cute pictures of rabbits, cats and dogs on a white background, and two rolls of plain fabric without any patterns.

Ya Ya first gently spread out the three expensive pieces of fabric.

The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the old wooden lattice window, the fine wood shavings cutting the sunlight into golden rays that flowed into the inner room through the gaps and softly fell on the spread-out fabric.

When the sunlight shone on those pieces of brocade, a halo of seven colors rippled across their surface, and the light flowed slowly along the hidden patterns.

A piece of light purple satin with a subdued luster, revealing subtle cloud patterns.

A patch of light green with intertwined hibiscus branches, the green and pink complementing each other, is fresh and lively.

The remaining piece of silver-gray brocade was embroidered with magnolias using silver and white threads, exuding a low-key yet noble air.

The people in the room held their breath, their eyes fixed on the fabric.

Grandma Wang hunched over and slowly leaned forward, afraid that her heavy breathing would scatter the flowing light.

Gou Ya's eyes widened, her hand slightly outstretched as if to touch it, but she slowly withdrew it.

No one in the room dared to touch it, for fear that the calluses on their hands would damage such precious material.

"Aunt Chuntao, can I make a little dress with this piece of cloth?" A child's clear and innocent voice broke the silence of the room. Ya Ya picked up a roll of soft white cloth with round red mushroom houses and rabbit patterns printed on it and looked at Ji Chuntao expectantly.

"It doesn't need to be very big, just this thick is fine, it's for the little gecko to wear." Seeing Ji Chuntao looking over, Ya Ya put down the cloth, stretched out a thin little finger to show the thickness, paused, and then added another finger.

After saying that, she turned to Gouya, her eyes sparkling: "Sister Gouya, could you please knit a little hat for the gecko too?"

gecko?

Ji Chuntao and Gou Ya looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is it illegal not to wear clothes in that area?

It's one thing for cats to wear little hats, but why do even geckos have to wear clothes?

Seeing the blank looks on their faces, Ya Ya simply took out paper and pen, leaned over the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and drew a gecko in a crooked and messy way.

Did I misdescribe something? If I draw it, Aunt Chuntao should be able to do it, right?

Ya Ya handed the finished drawing to Ji Chun Tao: "Auntie, I've drawn it. Make it this way."

Ji Chuntao and Gou Ya huddled together, staring at the drawing for a while before hesitantly asking, "Nannan, ordinary geckos are small, how come yours is so long and stronger than a normal gecko, and it even has five legs? Did you draw it wrong?"

If Nannan wants to do it, then let her do it. It's just that this thing looks a bit strange, so Ji Chuntao needs to find out more about it first.

"No, it's a gecko with five legs and a long, sturdy body!" Ya Ya said with certainty.

It means that the Jiechi ate too much and fell asleep, otherwise it would have jumped up and said a few words.

You're the gecko, you have five legs! Those are clearly pelvic fins!

Ji Chuntao: "Okay, Auntie will make you a little gecko outfit in a bit."

Gou Ya nodded in agreement: "Nannan, nannan, I'll go get the fodder in a bit. I'll be quick."

"We need to sew little flowers and sparkly beads onto the edge of the hat!" Ya Ya quickly added.

"OK!"

Gou Ya nodded solemnly. This was the first time the little fairy had specifically entrusted her with a task, and she was to make sure that the gecko hat was made gorgeous and beautiful.

……

Chaotic Cloud Ridge.

Zhao Hu and Da Niu walked together on the forest path, each with a camouflage cloth bag for entrenching tools and a sharp wood-chopping knife clipped to their waist.

The forest path was narrow, and the branches that stretched out from both sides would occasionally snag on Da Niu's tattered clothes.

Zhao Hu nimbly moved ahead with his entrenching tool, and looking at the somewhat disheveled Da Niu, he joked, "You little rascal, you have nice clothes but you don't wear them. Look how slow you are."

Da Niu chuckled but didn't say anything.

He was still wearing the same old clothes he wore when he returned from the Northwest Camp.

Da Niu's old clothes are now stained with cement and haven't dried yet after washing. Although he has new clothes, Da Niu is worried that they might get scratched by tree branches or damaged by wild animals if he goes into the mountains, so he decides to wear his tattered old clothes and let them get whatever they want.

"Did you bring all the parts for the entrenching tool?"

Zhao Hu stared at the camouflage bag on Da Niu's waist. This kid wouldn't even take out his entrenching tool, keeping it hidden in the bag. Before he came, Zhao Hu had to make Da Niu practice quickly assembling the entrenching tool for almost half an hour.

Only if he could pack up in three breaths would Zhao Hu allow him to go up the mountain.

"I've got them all with me, Tiger, don't worry. I can pull them out in the time it takes to catch my breath if something happens!" Da Niu patted his fanny pack affectionately.

Zhao Hu said no more after hearing this, and the two followed the old road back to the place where they had found the animal droppings before.

A few days ago, it rained heavily, and the feces were washed away by the rainwater, making them undetectable. The surrounding traces were also almost completely washed away.

Now that the sun has dried the soil, there are no new footprints on the surrounding land, but the dried manure is still clearly visible in the same spot, with the bits and pieces made of fodder.

Zhao Hu bent down.

Da Niu's gaze followed the direction, and his pupils contracted when he saw the dung. He quickly squatted down, picked up a small amount of dried dung, and examined it closely. "Brother Hu, this is horse dung! Horses passed through this area a few days ago!"

The Northwest Camp has many warhorses, and when it comes to familiarity with horse manure, Fang Da Niu is second to none in Lotus Village.

Zhao Hu watched as Da Niu squatted on the ground, carefully picking at the manure residue. Hearing Da Niu's unwavering assertion that it was horse manure, Zhao Hu's brows furrowed.

"Where did these horses come from in this desolate wilderness? When I came back with Doctor Chen and Xinghua, all the villagers along the way had left, but none of them had. None of the surrounding villages could afford to keep horses," Da Niu muttered to himself.