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

The pet business is indeed a good business. More and more people are keeping pets now. Many of her classmates also keep pets abroad, and it costs a lot of money to bring them back to China each time.

Most pet owners are quite willing to spend money on their pets.

Ya Ya's village has found this kind of business channel, and it doesn't seem as bad as she imagined.

Unfortunately, her family doesn't have any pets, and her father has mild rhinitis.

Grandpa has a dark brown Golden Retriever, though. I wonder if Ya Ya has any puppy hats in her bamboo basket. If she does, she might buy a few to support him.

A cat hat would also work; I have many friends who own cats.

Thinking this, after Ya Ya hung up the phone, Cheng You asked her, "Ya Ya, can I see the hats in your bamboo basket?"

"Of course, Sister Chengyou! These are all woven by Sister Xinghua. They're very sturdy and sell very well. Sister He Miao said they sold out in no time. Take a look for yourself first, I need to make another call."

Ya Ya patted the small bamboo basket, her face full of pride in the craftsmanship of the people in her village.

Cheng You watched as the little girl finished speaking and then took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her fluffy bag to make a phone call. She couldn't help but find it a little funny. Her little bag was full of all sorts of things, just like Doraemon's pocket.

"Brother Zhao! I want to buy six of those big white jars that look like giant bugs from last time!"

Zhao Junchen, who was eating, almost choked when Ya Ya asked him the first question: Six?! Six more jars that cost more than 20,000 yuan each?

Before he could reply, Ya Ya's voice continued on the other end of the phone.

"There's so much more." Ya Ya spread out the paper, pointing to each word with her finger to carefully identify them, stammering, "There's also white pipes, yellow pipes... and Juejuezi, lots of threads, and insecticide... and a cell phone with a big screen, the same kind that Uncle Cheng has."

Zhao Junchen: (ㅎ.ㅎ)

Cheng Jianguo, who was eavesdropping nearby: What about my business?

So this is supposed to be a fill-in-the-blank exercise for him? This little guy doesn't know many words; he'll just guess and fill in the blanks, ignoring the ones that are left blank. How am I supposed to buy anything? What kind of phone has such a big screen? Who is Uncle Cheng? Which phone has a small screen these days? Is it an iPad?

"Ahem, Ya Ya, listen to your brother, you know how to take pictures, right? Why don't you take a picture of the paper in your hand with your phone and send it to your brother? That way, your brother won't have to make two trips back and forth, and can buy everything for you as quickly as possible."

Ya Ya was immediately stumped, her little face scrunched up: "I know how to take pictures, but how can I send them to you, Brother Zhao? Do I need to use that blue tooth?"

"I know how to do this, little Ya Ya, Uncle Cheng will teach you." Cheng Jianguo immediately seized the opportunity.

Zhao Junchen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard adults talking on the other end of the phone. It was Uncle Cheng, the one Ya Ya had specifically asked for the same phone. That was great.

"Ya Ya, Uncle Cheng is next to you, right? You can ask Uncle Cheng to take a picture for you and send it to me. Tell me your phone model too. Or you can have Uncle Cheng talk to me?"

"Okay, by the way, Brother Zhao, there's one more thing. Grandpa Fang asked me to find out how much it costs to rent a toolbox?"

Zhao Junchen was taken aback. "Rent a toolbox? What toolbox?"

"It's the toolbox you lent us to disassemble the water heater. We've been using it for a long time. Uncle Xiong said we'll need to use it for a while longer, and we can only return it to you when you help us buy a new toolbox. Grandpa Fang said it's not good to keep Brother Zhao's things, and we have to pay for them," Ya Ya explained earnestly.

Zhao Junchen chuckled, "Hey, this toolbox has been gathering dust at my house. No need to rent it; I'll buy you a more complete one later. Here's the phone number for your Uncle Cheng; it'll be too late and many shops will close soon!"

Upon hearing that the shop was about to close, Ya Ya stopped worrying about paying and quickly handed her phone to Cheng Jianguo: "Uncle Cheng, could you please take a picture of Brother Zhao and send it to him? Also..."

"And you know my phone model, right? Uncle knows it. Let Uncle tell you." Cheng Jianguo took the phone with a smile. He didn't know if the little guy had the idea of ​​buying the same phone as him as soon as he saw it, or if his elders had specifically asked for it.

Their taste is quite good.

While Cheng Jianguo was helping to handle things, Cheng You had already taken countless photos with the little hat.

The durability of these handmade hats is simply amazing; they're definitely not the kind of disposable items you see online that fall apart after just one wear and a photo. The designs also surprised her; they weren't the typical, tacky straw hats she'd imagined, but rather designs and aesthetics comparable to high-end brands.

The hats range in style from pastoral to French and English, and even the embellishments are exquisite, featuring lace, ribbons, pointed ears, bamboo dragonflies, and small yellow flowers. At the very bottom, there's a crocheted version with red and yellow stripes and coin-shaped protrusions on both sides, resembling a little God of Wealth hat.

Not to mention pet owners, even someone like her who doesn't have pets couldn't resist the urge to buy it as a decorative item.

I'd only sent a few photos to my cat-owning friends when that woman started spamming a whole page of emojis and frantically asking for the link, saying she'd buy it directly if there wasn't one.

However, I just heard Ya Ya call, and these seem to be other people's orders, so Cheng You hasn't replied yet, she's just been sending pictures.

"President Cheng, Little President Cheng, and little Ya Ya!" Yu Wenbin stood at the door carrying a black toolbox and greeted the people in the warehouse.

"Um."

Cheng Jianguo gave a cold, dismissive sound through his nose.

"Uncle Yu!" Ya Ya's eyes lit up. She could see the sofa now!

"Let me take the sofa apart for you first," Yu Wenbin said, putting his toolbox against the wall and rolling up his sleeves. "Should we take this apart outside or drag it in?"

"It must be heavy, can we drag it in?" Ya Ya hesitated, looking at the box which was even bigger than her own kang (heated brick bed).

Yu Wenbin hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's alright, we can put it inside the house. Let's drag it inside to dismantle it; it'll get dirty if we leave it outside."

"I'll go with you." Cheng You and Cheng Jianguo also rolled up their sleeves.

The three of them worked together to move the three sofa boxes little by little into the warehouse.