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

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With these tools, he was more confident he could assemble the pile of things on the ground. He couldn't wait to try it out, to see how sunlight could be converted into electricity through boards and wiring, and how it could be used in everyday life.

He couldn't wait to bring this amazing idea to fruition.

Da Niu was a little overwhelmed by Xiong Bo's enthusiasm, and could only silently pat Xiong Bo on the back, "Yeah, good brother."

While Xiong and Niu were still arguing, Fang Tiesheng, Zhao Hu, and the village chief had already opened the cardboard box on the ground. At first glance, they found a huge white cylindrical object, a pile of shiny vinegar jars, some iron sheets and rods, a large bag of iron blocks, nails, and other parts, and a roll of hose.

"This should be a component of a frame." Xiong Bo came over again at some point, picked up an iron rod and looked at it. There were holes for nails on the iron rod.

Fang Tiesheng then took out the instruction manual, which was tightly wrapped in a transparent plastic bag at the bottom of the box, opened the bag, and carefully looked through it.

The village chief, Zhao Hu, and Doctor Chen, who had come out after hearing the news, gathered around, peering at the opened box on the ground with expressions of astonishment: "Is this the thing that can use the sun to heat water?"

"It's just a round pillar and a few sticks, and there's no way to light a fire. How can you boil water like that?"

Seeing that there was nothing she could do to help, Ya Ya stood quietly to the side, silently counted, and took out four more entrenching tools from her space and placed them on the ground.

"Uncle Zhao, I brought back the entrenching tools too. You and Brother Da Niu each have one, so I won't share any more with you. Here are four: one for Grandpa Fang, one for the village chief, one for Grandpa Chen, and one for Uncle Xiong. Keep them safe!"

"What? I have one too?" Xiong Bo's eyes widened. He quickly grabbed a camouflage bag and tucked it under his armpit, while the support rod of a solar water heater was tucked under his other armpit. He tightly gripped a pair of pliers in his left hand.

Dingling stood up abruptly and bowed deeply to Yaya: "Yaya, no, little fairy, thank you so much! Uncle Xiong, thank you! And there's a share for me too!"

Ya Ya shrank back, her little face looking confused.

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This Uncle Bear looks so much like Uncle Sausage! They're both so loud and enthusiastic, I can't stand it!

She hurriedly waved her hands to avoid them, "Grandpa Fang, Grandpa Village Chief, I'm going to Grandma's yard to distribute shovels to everyone. Don't forget to come over for hot pot later!"

After saying that, he turned around and quickly slipped out of Grandpa Chen's yard.

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"Everyone come over here, time to hand out entrenching tools!"

As soon as Ya Ya returned to the yard, she climbed onto the chair, sat down, clapped her little hands, and called out to everyone.

"Shovel!" Xiao Shuanzi was the first to react, and he ran to Ya Ya's feet in a flash. Xiao Douzi's eyes also lit up.

The people who were busy in the courtyard gradually gathered around.

Seeing the crowd gathering around, Ya Ya poked the little bean on her right: "Little bean, I have a very important task for you."

"Sister Ya Ya, just give me instructions, and I'll definitely be able to do it!" Little Bean immediately puffed out his chest and patted it hard.

"Count how many people are in the yard now, so I can get the engineers to mop them up."

"Okay, one, two, three... twenty. One, two..." Little Bean counted on her fingers once, but not entirely sure, afraid she'd miscounted, she counted again before solemnly telling Ya Ya, "Sister Ya Ya, there are twenty people in the yard, including ourselves. I counted twice!"

"I believe you!" Ya Ya patted Xiao Douzi on the shoulder, and with a wave of her hand, twenty camouflage bags appeared out of thin air on the table.

"There are twenty here, one for everyone, please help yourselves!"

Ya Ya slapped the table with great enthusiasm.

Xinghua held two camouflage bags in one hand and handed one to Gouya beside her.

She touched the rough cloth, her face beaming with joy: "Finally, I can have an entrenching tool too! This shovel is so beautiful! There were only two in the whole village before, and Tiger and Da Niu carried them with them every day, even to bed. I was so envious of them."

"I'm envious too. This shovel is both impressive and practical, and there's so much to it." Gou Ya stroked the black shovel handle repeatedly, admiring its cool and hard texture.

"I saw Da Niu assemble the shovel in no time, and I secretly learned how to do it. Now I can finally try it." Grandma Li took out the parts from the bag and slowly began to assemble it according to the assembly method she remembered.

Everyone in the courtyard was incredibly excited about it. As soon as they got their hands on it, they gathered around and tried to assemble and disassemble it. Some people were clumsy and couldn't get the clips on after fiddling around for a long time, while others fumbled around for a while and finally managed to put together a complete shovel, which they held up in the air and waved around, finding it all very novel.

After a lot of stumbling and bumping around, everyone finally managed to fully assemble their entrenching tools.

The yard is now covered with the compacted soil that Zhao Hu had tamped earlier. Everyone wanted to try shoveling and digging, but they didn't want to damage the ground, so they all rushed to the backyard to loosen the soil, dig holes, and saw wood with their new shovels.

After tinkering with it enough, I carefully tamped the messy soil back into a smooth shape, rinsed the mud off the shovel with the leftover water from washing vegetables, and finally wiped it shiny with a coarse cloth before reluctantly disassembling the shovel into small pieces.

As if they had planned it together, everyone neatly packed the disassembled entrenching tools into their camouflage waist packs and hung them on their waists. Even though the heavy metal tools were dragging their waistbands down and they had to lift their hands to pull up their pants every few steps, they couldn't bear to take them off.

As the sun gradually climbed over the mountain, a few wisps of soft clouds drifted across the sky, filtering out the glare. The entire mountain and valley were bathed in a soft, warm sunlight, neither too hot nor too cold. Only the occasional mountain breeze brought a touch of coolness from the mountains.

Everyone put aside their initial excitement and rolled up their sleeves to start preparing the dishes.

Today we're going to eat that novel dish called hot pot!

According to the new craftsman named Xiong Bo, this pot was originally a favorite of wealthy merchants and nobles in the city. All they had to do was chop the various ingredients, throw them in, and cook them until just done. The broth was made by simmering bone broth or fresh fish broth, and it was served with dipping sauces such as fermented bean curd, minced garlic, and chili oil.

The wealthier a family is, the more types of dipping sauces they can use.

Does that mean the emperor would need ninety-nine different dipping sauces for a single hot pot meal?! I can't even imagine!

"This must be beef. It smells so good, and the fat is amazing."

"That's right. I heard that a pound of beef is equivalent to four or five pounds of pork, and mutton is even more expensive."

"They're still allowing the slaughter of cattle over there, and they can even sell them. Do they have a lot of cattle? Don't they need to plow the fields? How can they bear to slaughter so many cattle?"

"I'm not quite used to the smell of this mutton!"

Everyone huddled together, washing and slicing food, chatting occasionally over the ingredients. Before long, the small table that had been temporarily moved to the stove was piled high with the prepared food.

Plates of bright red beef and mutton, pork belly, thick and delicious mushrooms, and various wild vegetables cut into even lengths were neatly arranged.

The small stove and uniquely shaped hot pot that Ya Ya brought back were set up on the large round table. One side was a rich and glossy red beef tallow soup, and the other side was a clear and delicious mushroom soup. They were clearly separated and did not mix. The alcohol block under the pot emitted a faint blue flame, and the soup in the pot slowly began to rise along the pot wall with fine bubbles.

A rich aroma filled the entire courtyard as the boiler temperature rose.