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

Next, the wooden platform was installed. Ji Chuntao and Qiao Chuan stepped forward to lend a hand, while Xiong Bo held the frame, and together they steadily placed the wooden platform above the cast iron frame.

The tabletop had pre-drilled holes for fixing it. Xiong Bo took a long screw and threaded it through the wooden board one by one into the threads of the iron frame underneath. Once he confirmed that the wooden tabletop was firmly locked and wouldn't wobble, the sewing table was beginning to take shape.

Everyone looked down and examined it closely. A square groove had been carved out in the center of the wooden board, and the edges still had hinged hinges that could be flipped open.

"Next, install the machine head." Xiong Bo carefully picked up the cast iron machine head. The machine was heavy and had fine patterns and golden designs cast on its surface, making it look mysterious and luxurious.

Following the instructions in the drawings, he aligned the machine head with the groove on the wooden table, and the two sides with the hinge clips, then inserted the pins to lock it in place.

With a "click," the machine head was firmly embedded in the slot of the wooden table. With a downward press, the machine head folded down along the hinge and sank steadily under the wooden board. With a lift, it stood upright on the table again, opening and closing freely.

"Wow, amazing!" Ji Chuntao exclaimed in amazement. "A table can be used in two ways without taking up much space. If you don't need the machine, you can use it as a table base. I didn't see it clearly when I was in the store. I didn't know the machine head could be hidden inside."

The next step is the drive belt.

The thick rubber belt was meant to be threaded onto the flywheel groove of the pedal machine frame at one end, and looped around the handwheel on the side of the machine at the other. Xiong Bo held the belt up for comparison; initially, he was looping it in the wrong direction, so while the flywheel spun, the handwheel on the machine's front remained completely still.

"No, the belt is wrapped backwards." Qiao Chuan stared at the diagram on the paper. "It needs to be wrapped in a crisscross pattern."

Xiong Bo removed the belt again, adjusted its direction, and tightened it securely.

He crouched down, reached out and pressed the pedal. With a push, the flywheel slowly turned, and the belt drove the handwheel of the engine head to hum and turn. The internal parts of the engine head also clicked and clattered in unison.

"It's done! The transmission is working." Xiong Bo's face lit up with joy.

Go all out.

He then went to retrieve the accessory bag that had previously contained presser feet, needles, and various colored spools.

Ya Ya squatted down curiously, supporting herself on the pedals with both hands, and swayed up and down with the pedals. The wheels also turned slowly, the gentle undulations like being on ripples in water.

"Nannan, you must not touch the wheel, or you'll get your hands caught." Grandma Liu looked down at Yaya under the table with concern.

Ya Ya, who had just freed one hand to pull off the belt, quickly pulled it back.

"Okay, Grandma!"

Xiong Bo carefully dripped lubricating oil into each of the rotating gaps of the machine head, then installed the presser foot, screwed the thin needle into the needle bar, and placed the spool on top of the machine.

The entire foot-operated sewing machine was now fully assembled.

The lights fell, illuminating this brand-new iron machine. The wooden table was flat, the footrest was sturdy, and the black cast iron head stood quietly on the tabletop; everything was assembled perfectly according to the blueprints.

"Brother Xiong, you truly deserve to be called the master craftsman. If we were to figure out this mechanism on our own, it would probably take us at least a day and a night." The village chief patted Xiong Bo on the shoulder.

"Not bad, not bad. It's just that I've been dealing with machines for decades." Xiong Bo chuckled, rubbing the smooth, cool exterior of the machine with his palm. Assembling such a precision machine was a very rewarding experience for him.

"Nannan, let Auntie try this machine." Ji Chuntao reached out and gently poked Yaya's back. The little one seemed to love the foot pedal and was sitting on it, rocking back and forth.

"Okay." Ya Ya got up from under the sewing machine table, and Ji Chun Tao quickly used her hand to block the edge of the table so that she would bump her head. "Slow down, don't bump your head."

"Would you like to try on some fabric?" Ya Ya asked, staring at Aunt Chun Tao, who was sitting very upright.

Ji Chuntao thought for a moment and nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Nannan, to get me a small piece of cloth. Auntie, take a look at these pressers. Is this the right name? See if there's any difference."

While Xiong Bo was installing it, she and Chuan Yatou were looking at these parts and asking Uncle Fang a lot of questions. They heard that many presser feet have different uses and can be replaced by just screwing in a small nail. Since everyone was here, they quickly tried it out.

In case there's anything you don't understand, you can ask along the way.

Ji Chuntao had just tried out the second zipper foot, thinking that once she finished figuring it out, she could find some time to make a duvet cover for her daughter. Last time, she bought a lot of fabric, but with not enough manpower, hand-sewing was too slow, so all those soft and beautiful fabrics were just sitting there.

Outside, one could hear hurried footsteps and the faint sound of a baby crying.

"Dr. Chen, Dr. Chen!"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to look outside the courtyard.

Liu Mancang rushed into the courtyard, holding Xiao Shuanzi tightly in his arms. Xiao Shuanzi was curled up in his arms, his little hands clutching his stomach, his face contorted in pain, and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What happened?" Dr. Chen quickly stepped forward.

"After taking the deworming pills, Shuanzi fell asleep. Suddenly, his stomach started gurgling in his sleep. A while later, he turned pale, clutched his stomach, and rolled around in pain. When asked, he said his stomach hurt." Liu Mancang looked at little Shuanzi in his arms with great heartache.

Dr. Chen reached out and pressed on Xiao Shuanzi's abdomen, then touched his forehead, and carefully asked about other symptoms. His expression relaxed considerably.

"Don't panic too much. This is a normal reaction after taking the medicine because of intestinal worms. The medicine is disturbing the worms in your stomach, which is why you're experiencing this. Going to the toilet to defecate will relieve the symptoms."

You need to keep a close eye on Xiao Shuanzi. Make sure he follows the hygiene precautions I mentioned last night. Absolutely do not let him play in the pigsty or stable anymore. Feces have the most worm eggs and are the most unhygienic place.

Xiao Shuanzi's sobbing stopped abruptly.

He hasn't played with poop for two days, he's been very hygienic. And he hasn't eaten poop either, so how could he have worms in his stomach?

Upon hearing this, Liu Mancang felt half relieved. "Then I'll take Shuanzi to the bathroom right now."

As they were talking, several more villagers came over looking uneasy. They had just heard Xiao Shuanzi crying and many of them seemed to be affected by it. They felt their stomachs rumbling and their intestines were churning, and they felt a little panicked.

"These are all normal pharmacological reactions, there's no need to panic excessively. Go to the toilet as soon as you feel the urge, and you'll usually be fine after one or two bowel movements," Dr. Chen reassured everyone loudly, then led Liu Mancang and his grandson toward the bathroom. Little Shuanzi was too young, so it would be convenient for him to keep an eye on things while he stayed by his side.

Fang Tiesheng touched his stomach. He hadn't felt anything before, but after all this commotion, he felt something was off.