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

"If you or the elderly people in your village see these ads for one-cent toilet paper or anything else, try not to believe them or click on them casually. Aside from the first new user you can buy it for one cent through official channels, most of these are third-party referrals that hide traps like card binding, installment payments, exorbitant shipping fees, and goods not matching the description..."

Zhao Junchen felt something was off halfway through his sentence. It seemed like the little sprouts couldn't understand him. He looked up and met the sprouts' bewildered eyes.

He slapped his forehead and put it in the simplest and most straightforward way: "In short, don't click on this. Just close it or swipe away when you see it. If you click on it, it's very easy to get your bank card linked and enable automatic deductions. Before you know it, the money in your pocket will mysteriously disappear."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Ya Ya realized it was a lie, and they would even take money out of her pocket! Her little face immediately hardened, she clutched her watch tightly, and nodded vigorously: "I remember, Brother Zhao, it's a lie, I can't listen to it."

Zhao Junchen didn't explain much. It was better to give him a good beating, so that the little guy wouldn't accidentally click on something and buy some service membership if he actually linked his card.

After confirming that everything was alright, Zhao Junchen drove away. Ya Ya glanced at the time displayed on her phone and returned to Lotus Village.

Today was another very rewarding day!

"Grandma!" Back in the familiar courtyard, Ya Ya immediately saw Grandma Liu standing guard beside her.

Every time I come back, my mother-in-law is the closest to me.

Ya Ya snuggled into her mother-in-law's arms: "Grandma, I bought milk powder! Sister He Miao said it will be a few days before I can pick it up. She also told me some good news: our hats have been sold too!"

"That's wonderful news! Are you tired, little girl? Grandpa Fang and the village chief are still in your Grandpa Chen's house. Why don't you go back inside and rest for a while?" Grandma Liu tidied up Ya Ya's messy hair. The black roots had grown a bit longer, and when they grew even longer, she would cut off the yellow ends of Ya Ya's hair.

And then there's Gouya, that little girl who's usually quiet, but she's always thinking about things. She always feels she can't just sit around doing nothing, so she'll volunteer for any chores she can get her hands on. Every morning she goes to the field where the bok choy and radishes are planted to weed and water them, and during the day her hands are never still, either helping Grandpa Wang weave straw sandals or twist ropes, or assisting Chun Tao.

Recently, I've been spending my afternoons learning to read and figuring out that thing called solar energy with Old Man Fang.

The straw hats didn't sell, and she didn't continue making more, afraid of wasting fodder—that look in her eyes! She wanted to say a few words of comfort, but she was afraid of adding to Gouya's burden.

"No more resting, Grandma, I'm going to find Sister Gouya and Sister Xinghua! We'll have a meeting to discuss things when Grandpa Village Chief and the others come over!" Ya Ya straightened up, her eyes sweeping across the yard, and she quickly spotted Wang Xinghua sitting next to Grandma Wang and Grandpa Wang.

"Sister Xinghua!"

Ya Ya ran over quickly, her eyes sparkling: "I have good news to tell you all! Eh? Where's Sister Gou Ya? Why isn't she here?"

Xinghua gestured towards the stove on the other side of the courtyard: "Look, it's over there by the stove. We're helping Aunt Chuntao with some work. We're going to cook something called hot pot for lunch, right? We just picked some mushrooms and wild vegetables, and everyone's helping to wash them. We also need to make sauce and stew soup."

Aunt Chuntao said that fires shouldn't be lit on Cold Food Day, but we can't let the shop's profits be delayed. She plans to stew a few extra pots today for you to store in that space where the food can stay fresh, so that we won't run out of business and can sell hot soup every day.

Ya Ya suddenly realized that Aunt Chun Tao had thought things through very thoroughly; she hadn't even considered that if the fire wasn't lit, Hua Ya's shop wouldn't be able to sell soup.

"What good news, little girl?" Grandma Wang asked with a smile.

Xinghua, however, remained certain, "It must be about the hat, right?"

Otherwise, I wouldn't have specifically asked Gou Ya.

Ya Ya opened her eyes wide in surprise; without even saying a word, her expression had already given her the answer.

"Looks like I guessed right. I'll call Gou Ya." Xinghua cupped her hands around her mouth. "Gou Ya, come here for a second, I need to tell you something!"

When Gou Ya heard Xinghua call her name, she paused in her work, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

This is the first time she's been specifically called upon. The only thing she has to do is make the straw hat by herself. Could it be that the people from that divine realm are not satisfied with her work, that her hat is still too rough, or that the flowers weren't sewn on properly and she needs to redo it?

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the wet wild vegetables in her hand, but she quickly let go when she realized what she was doing.

"Gouya, Nannan and Xinghua are calling you. Wipe your hands and go over. Your auntie can manage." Chuntao gently patted Gouya's shoulder.

"Then I'm off, Aunt Chuntao. I'll be right back."

Gou Ya clutched the hem of her clothes and quickly walked up to Ya Ya and the others. Her heart was pounding, and she didn't dare to speak first, as if she had done something wrong and was waiting for judgment.

"Sit here, don't be nervous." Grandma Wang pulled over a small stool and helped Gou Ya sit down.

Gou Ya sat upright.

When Ya Ya saw that everyone had arrived, she put her little hands behind her back, straightened her chest, and announced, "I have some great news! Sister Gou Ya and Sister Xing Hua's hats have been sold! Four of them!"

Gou Ya's tense back relaxed.

"Sister Gouya sold three straw hats, and Sister Xinghua sold one cat hat. Sister He Miao said that when I go to pick up the milk powder in a few days, she will settle the payment with me."

Ya Ya's cheerful voice sounded like celestial music to Gou Ya's ears, and her tightly pursed lips curled up uncontrollably.

She knew the villagers were very kind to her, that they were all good people, but she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.

She learned to weave straw hats on her own, without ever formally apprenticing with a master. Ever since she started taking these orders, she's been wondering every night before bed: will anyone actually buy my straw hats? Will anyone truly appreciate what I make?

Will what I make not only be disliked by others, but also cause trouble for the village?

Hearing that three hats had been sold, and that three customers liked the hats she had made and appreciated her skills, Gou Ya felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Her fingers, hanging by her sides, gently twisted the hem of her clothes. She dared not show her emotions loudly, but secretly looked up at Ya Ya, her eyes curving up in sync with the corners of her mouth.