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

(Thanks to the following owners for their generous donations: Jin Dou Dou, Pi Li Pa La Dong Ka Qiang, Kan Kan Wo Kan Bu Kan, and Wu Yu Zi!)

Xiong Bo's eyelids kept twitching as he looked at these things.

What kind of place is this village?!

This paper was even whiter than the imperial tribute paper, and it was incredibly smooth to the touch. The characters were also small, square blocks. Although some of the characters looked unfamiliar to him, many of them seemed strangely familiar.

Just as I was thinking of asking a few questions, another young woman came into the courtyard.

Her features were ordinary, not stunning, but she had a particularly good spirit and posture. She stood up straight and wore the same clothes as Doctor Chen and Gou Ya.

In this village, everyone seems to have a highly uniform approach to food, clothing, and daily necessities.

"Dr. Chen, Gou Ya."

"Chuntao's here. Are you looking at the menu? Come inside and I'll show you."

"Thank you, Dr. Chen!" Ji Chuntao smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Xiong Bo glanced at the two people who had entered the house, then at the little girl who was still squatting there pondering the pile of strange things on the ground. He hesitated for a moment, then asked Gou Ya, "I... can I know what these things are for? I've seen you two working on them for quite a while and you still don't seem to have a clue."

Gou Ya lowered her head and blinked her eyelashes: "Okay, I'll explain it to you briefly. This is a solar photovoltaic panel used for power generation. It's said to convert sunlight into electricity, and it can also boil water, light bulbs, and electricity has many uses. This white box is called an integrated inverter control unit, and there's also a lithium phosphate energy storage battery. These three are a set and need to be connected in a certain way..."

Gou Ya didn't hold back at all, telling Xiong Bo everything she had learned and understood from Grandpa Fang over the past two days.

Xiong Bo started to feel dizzy from the second sentence onwards, his eyes filled with confusion: Who am I? Where am I?

What was she saying?

What can sunlight become? Electricity? A shop?

What is electricity?

Is it the kind of electricity that's lightning from the sky? Can it also be used to boil water? Light lamps?

He believed there was no mechanical device in the world he couldn't figure out, but these things...

Thinking this, Xiong Bo looked down and peered under the large black board.

"The wires at both ends of this board need to be connected to the white box. There's electricity inside, so be careful," Gou Ya reminded him as she watched him touching and poking around.

"What exactly is electricity?" Xiong Bo listened to the advice and let go.

"I can't really explain it. I'm not very literate. Last night, Uncle Fang said he found a few more books. He said that if I can understand these books thoroughly, I'll be able to pack up all the things I have. I hope Uncle Fang can finish reading them soon and get everything ready so that Nannan's fish feeding room can be used." Gou Ya got up and patted the dust off her hands.

Ignoring Xiong Bo outside, he went straight into the inner room.

I haven't done today's garment-making work yet.

Xiong Bo: What exactly is a fish feeding room?

He stood with his hands behind his back in the yard, looking at the strange objects on the ground for a while, then wandered to the gate to listen to Dr. Chen's explanation for a while. In this way, most of the afternoon passed.

"Brother, it's almost time for dinner in the courtyard. Why don't you pack up and come with us?" Ji Chuntao came out of the house with a smile on her face.

I learned a lot from the recipes Dr. Chen shared today.

"Brother Xiong, let's go eat." Doctor Chen also led Gou Ya out of the house.

As soon as he stepped through the gate, Xiong Bo caught a glimpse of the huge courtyard and the old, dilapidated mud house that seemed completely out of place in the large courtyard, as well as—a huge black square frame leaning against the wall under the eaves of the mud house.

The frame resembles a giant painted screen, quietly reflecting the sunlight. The background is pure white and translucent, making it impossible to tell whether the material is wood or stone.

He unconsciously turned his foot inward and stepped forward.

The previously still image slowly changed as he moved, and the distant figures in the painting became clear.

There stood a person inside, whose features and figure were exactly the same as his own.

Xiong Bo froze, his breath catching in his throat.

The person in the painting froze.

This...this isn't a painting at all, this...this is actually a mirror!

He had seen countless bronze mirrors in his life, but the best one was made by him. That mirror needed to be polished repeatedly, but even so, the reflection was still blurry and indistinct.

I have also seen glass brought from the Western Regions; it is thin, fragile, and its reflection is far less clear than that of a bronze mirror.

But the giant mirror in front of him was so smooth that not a single pattern could be found. It displayed every detail of light and shadow, from his hair bun to his cloth shoes, and even the dark yellow oil stain on his cuff was clearly reflected in the mirror.

Xiong Bo slowly extended his finger and gently poked the mirror surface.

My fingertips touched something cool, like the feel of glass.

How could such a miraculous object for divination exist in this world?!

"Brother Xiong, come and sit down. You can't stand for too long." Doctor Chen's voice pulled him back from his reverie.

Xiong Bo withdrew his hand, but still couldn't help looking back at the huge mirror frequently.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the stove. The girl named Chuntao, who had come to learn the recipes earlier, was bent over and busy, with three huge buckets standing beside her.

It is silvery and shiny all over, with a thick texture and a smooth, polished surface.

It resembles silver, yet it is not, and it is definitely not cast iron or bronze.

The metallic sheen—what unique material is it? And how can the chairs around that large round table be so vividly colored? This village looks like a place he could never have imagined in his dreams…

"Sit down," Doctor Chen said, gesturing to the chair beside him.

"Who is this young man?" Grandma Wang looked at Xiong Bo curiously. When did a new person come to the village?

"Hello, my name is Xiong Bo, from Suzhou. My family suffered a misfortune, but fortunately, Brother Da Niu saved us." Xiong Bo bowed to Grandma Wang.

"Oh dear, what a pitiful child. Now that you're in our village, you're one of us. Don't be shy, eat more. Look how skinny you are."

"Thank you." Xiong Bo pulled out a blue chair and sat down.

Even after sitting down, his eyes remained wide open.

Why is this large and comfortable chair so light and effortless to lift? He stroked the armrests; they were neither wood nor bamboo, with a strange texture, and he couldn't tell what they were made of.

Looking at the table in front of me, there is a sturdy round table on the bottom and a slightly smaller round plate on top.

"This is also a good thing. Look, you just pull it with your hand and the little disc on top can rotate. You can turn it over to get whatever dish you want to eat," Grandma Wang introduced enthusiastically.

Xiong Bo suddenly stood up and circled the table, occasionally bending down to peek into the gap between the two discs.

When the village chief and his group returned, they saw Xiong Bo pacing around as if the floor was burning his feet.