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

"Oh, what is this? Why are you being so mysterious?" Cao Xiulian felt two hard little stones suddenly appear in her palm, still carrying the little guy's warm body temperature.

She smiled and opened her palm.

Two exquisite gold chrysanthemum earrings lay quietly in my palm, the petals and patterns clearly visible, with a warm luster.

Cao Xiulian's fingertips trembled suddenly. She subconsciously glanced around before lowering her voice, "Ya Ya, where did this come from? Does your mother-in-law know? This is very valuable; it's made of gold!"

Cao Xiulian was over thirty years old and this was the first time she had ever received gold jewelry. Although her husband paid for the three gold pieces for her wedding, she chose them herself and didn't feel any sudden surprise.

Zhao Yu wasn't very romantic, but he was genuinely good to her, and he continued to send her gold coins every year.

She likes to take out her small jar and count things whenever she has free time.

Therefore, you can tell at a glance that it is pure gold and not plastic or gold-plated.

Cao Xiulian didn't think that Ya Ya had secretly taken it from somewhere. She was just afraid that it was a treasured item given to Ya Ya by an elder, and the little girl didn't know its value, so she brought it over thinking of giving it to her.

Ya Ya didn't understand why her aunt suddenly lowered her voice, making it seem like the two of them were discussing some secret operation. But she subconsciously followed suit, lowering her voice as well, and nodded earnestly, saying, "I know, Auntie, it's made of gold. I thought it would suit you, and you'd look beautiful wearing it, so I brought it for you! Grandma Duck picked it out for you!"

Grandma Duck?

Cao Xiulian was taken aback. Wasn't Ya Ya's mother-in-law surnamed Liu? Are there people in the village with the surname Ya?

But since it was chosen by an elder, the sentiment behind it...

She looked down at the delicate golden chrysanthemum earrings in her palm, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Auntie, don't you like it?" Ya Ya tilted her head, trying to observe Cao Xiulian's expression.

Cao Xiulian sniffed lightly, "Oh, I love it, Auntie loves it."

As she spoke, she picked up the earrings and put them on her ears. Her hands trembled slightly, and it took her several attempts to get them through her ear piercings. Her earlobes even turned a little red.

She bent down, reached out and pulled Ya Ya into her arms, holding the little one steadily in her arms: "Quickly help Auntie take a look, isn't it pretty? This thing is valuable, but Auntie still accepted it, don't laugh at Auntie for being shameless."

Nestled in her aunt's warm, soft embrace, Ya Ya gently touched the still-swaying gold flower earrings with her little hands: "Auntie, you look so pretty in them! They're so sparkly, they make you look radiant! And, Auntie, I won't laugh at you. Ya Ya's skin is even thicker than yours! I've collected so many beautiful clothes from you, Auntie, cotton clothes, they're so precious!"

Ya Ya is always very happy to receive something from her aunt, so she wants to make her aunt happy too.

Cao Xiulian tightened her arms and hugged the child in her arms. Her nose tingled slightly, and her heart melted.

"Auntie is happy. As long as it's a gift from Ya Ya, Auntie is happy. But please don't send such expensive gifts in the future."

Ya Ya silently buried her head in Cao Xiulian's neck.

My aunt didn't have the sweet fragrance of Sister He Miao. Instead, what hit me was a faint smell of oily smoke mixed with the aroma of dry flour, the lingering smoky and smoky scent of the morning market.

This flavor made Ya Ya feel inexplicably at ease.

She gently nodded her chin and whispered, "Okay, Ya Ya knows, Auntie."

But secretly she added in her heart, "Next time I'll send silver. Silver isn't as valuable as gold, and I still have plenty of silver coins in my space!"

The Boundary Dragon silently rolled its eyes. This little brat hadn't learned any of its excellent quality of only taking in and not giving out. It was too lenient as soon as it had a little extra money.

……

Inside Dr. Chen's room.

Fang Tiesheng was struggling to free his arm, but Xiong Bo clung to it like a giant koala.

"Brother Xiong, let go of me first. I have something to do. I need to go to Granny Liu's courtyard."

"Brother Fang, don't rush, wait a moment. How do you pronounce this character? What does it mean? Please explain it to me clearly. And what does this winding symbol mean?"

What exactly is Ohm's Law mentioned in the book?

A flashlight shines because of electricity, but since this electricity is invisible and intangible, how do we know that it is flowing inside?

What is this small, flat silver piece called? Why does the flashlight stop working when I take it out?

I heard from Dr. Chen that you've experienced electric shocks before. What did it feel like, and how strong were they?

Fang Tiesheng looked at the table with a headache. A flashlight had been dismantled to pieces by Xiong Bo. This guy was still obsessed with what electricity felt like, and was single-mindedly trying to experience that tingling sensation.

Dr. Chen, who was standing nearby, had long been annoyed. He stuffed two scraps of cloth that Gou Ya had left over into his ears and went into the next room to quietly bury himself in his book.

It was clear he wouldn't get involved in this mess.

Fang Tiesheng, mindful of Xiong Bo's injuries, dared not pull too hard. He could only sigh with a pained expression, "My goodness, I won't call you 'brother' anymore, can I call you 'ancestor' instead? Just let me go, I really have an urgent matter!"

Xiong Bo grabbed Fang Tiesheng's arm and wouldn't let go: "Why don't you take me with you? You can talk to me more on the way and learn a few more words. Besides, it's dark at night, and it's not safe for you, with your old arms and legs, to go out alone. It'll be good for me to help you."

"No way," Fang Tiesheng refused outright.

"Then tell me more about the words and symbols I underlined in pencil on this page..."

Xiong Bo was about to throw a tantrum and roll on the ground.

Who would understand? A door to a new world was pushed open. When they reached the door, Old Fang took the key and even peeked through the crack a few times, looking at it with curiosity. Then, he turned the key halfway and was about to leave!

unacceptable!

Fang Tiesheng was filled with remorse. If he had known this person was like this, he would have brought him over to learn tomorrow morning. Letting him see and understand these things at night was a huge mistake.

His flashlight was torn apart by five horses.

If I hadn't stopped it, that solar-powered clip-on lamp would probably have suffered the same fate of being torn apart by chariots.

"Let go of my hand right now, or I'll shock you with the stun gun!" Fang Tiesheng threatened, his face stern.

Xiong Bo's eyes lit up instantly. He wasn't afraid at all and instead leaned forward: "Shock me! Hurry up! But Brother Fang, go easy on me. Didn't you say the wattage of the stun gun is...? Is that the right term? Can it be adjusted? Turn it down a bit. My brain still works. Don't shock me into stupidity."

Fang Tiesheng slumped back into his chair, completely helpless against this bearskin plaster.

"What are you two doing here? You're both grown men, almost a hundred years old combined, and you're still arguing like this! Old Fang, why don't you hurry up and go over there? Nannan will be back soon." The village chief walked in from outside and frowned as he saw the two of them arguing.

Fang Tiesheng looked helpless: "I wanted to get there, but I couldn't shake him off, and I didn't dare to push him too hard, since he was injured."