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

"It's eighty-one in total, but let's round it down to eighty. This isn't a rip-off; it's a normal rounding down." Chen Lei quickly calculated the total and explained to Ya Ya with a smile.

"I understand, Uncle Manager! Thank you!" Ya Ya quickly scanned the code to pay.

Chen Lei helped Ya Ya move the bucket and thermos into her little cart. "Do you need Uncle to help you down the stairs?"

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Shopkeeper." Ya Ya weighed the trolley in her hand; it wasn't too light. There was also a thermos inside that couldn't be bumped. It would be even better if Uncle Shopkeeper could help her move it to a flat area outside.

"I'm leaving now, Uncle Shopkeeper! I'll bring you more good stuff next time!" Ya Ya waved to Uncle Shopkeeper while holding onto the little cart.

"Okay! Be careful!"

Ya Ya, supporting herself on her stroller, stood in the open space next to the two-dollar store. She glanced back in the direction of the commercial city, then looked towards the direction of her rented warehouse. Silently planning her route, she thought for a moment and decided to go back to the warehouse to make a phone call instead of taking the detour to find Uncle Yu.

When I came over this morning, my mother-in-law and Aunt Chuntao gave me several small boxes, saying that things were different here than at my aunt's shop, so they specially made several small boxes to make it more formal and presentable for everyone to pick up.

After thinking it over, Ya Ya pushed her little cart to the stall area to find Uncle Double Chin, Uncle Wonton, and Sister Bo Bo Chicken. She gave each of them a small box of single-serving Shan Hai Dou (a type of steamed bun), and even gave one to the sister at the milk tea stall.

After delivering the packages, Ya Ya took out her phone and called each person one by one.

Ya Ya didn't expect that the first people to arrive would not be Sister He Miao, who lived the closest, but Brother Xiao Zhao and the brother in black clothes whose hair looked like a nest of grass.

Zhao Junchen and Wang Yifan were strolling around nearby, planning to order some barbecue seafood, when they unexpectedly received a call from Ya Ya. So, they decided to skip ordering and come over right away.

When Ya Ya saw two people come in through the door, she quietly pushed out a larger wooden box containing four items: "Brother Xiao Zhao, this is for you and your friends. This is some food we made ourselves. I don't think I've ever seen anyone selling it around here. It's really delicious."

Zhao Junchen took the box. "Thank you, little sister Ya Ya. We haven't eaten yet."

Haven't eaten?

Ya Ya looked up at her two tall, thin brothers, then at the boxes on her desk. After hesitating for a second, she pushed out another box: "Brother Zhao, take another one, don't go hungry!"

Wang Yifan felt a little embarrassed, as if he had come to freeload. It was obvious that the little boy had only intended to give Zhao Junchen one box at first, but he had given him an extra box after hearing that they hadn't eaten.

He's not some gluttonous kid; there are so many places to eat outside, he can go out and eat in just a few minutes.

Zhao Junchen neither refused nor accepted, but simply smiled and opened the box: "It's still warm, brother, have a taste. Oh my, what kind of pastry is this? It looks so good! I've never seen this shape before, it's triangular, a bit like a steamed bun!"

As she spoke, she pinched a small dumpling with her fingertips. The filling inside sagged at the bottom as the outer skin was pinched up, mixed with the soup, and looked like a bouncy, transparent little beanbag.

"This is called a 'mountain and sea bag,' where we put small fish, shrimp, wild vegetables, and bamboo shoots that we catch ourselves from the mountain stream," Ya Ya explained earnestly to Zhao Junchen.

"Ouch~ It's so hot~"

Zhao Junchen had already swallowed one whole. The scalding soup burst in his mouth, burning him so much that he grimaced and made faces before finally swallowing it.

"Is it delicious, Brother Zhao? The soup is very hot, you have to sip it first."

"I'll have another one, I ate too fast just now." This time Zhao Junchen was more experienced, and he ate the soup first and then the outer skin and filling, just like when eating crab roe soup dumplings.

"Delicious, so delicious, so fresh!"

"This is so delicious... I've never had anything like this before, it's heavenly! What are the vegetables inside? The flavor is so unique..."

Simultaneously, a series of loud chewing sounds came from the side, and Wang Yifan's indistinct praise drifted out intermittently.

Zhao Junchen was taken aback. He turned to look at his friend and saw that Wang Yifan's cheeks were bulging as he ate with gusto. Looking down at the small wooden box in his hand, he saw that it was completely empty.

"No, wait, Wang Yifan!"

Wang Yifan's mouth hadn't even had room to open yet, so he could only chuckle incoherently.

Seeing that they enjoyed the food, Ya Ya's eyes, like black grapes, sparkled, revealing her small, delicate tiger teeth: "It's good that it's delicious! Aunt Chun Tao loves it when everyone enjoys her cooking. She'd be so happy to know that everyone is praising her!"

As she spoke, Ya Ya reached out and pushed the small wooden box towards the two of them. "Brother Zhao, you can take this box too. We made a lot this time, enough to eat."

Zhao Junchen looked at the box, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Alright then, I won't stand on ceremony, I'll accept it."

"Yes, you're welcome."

Seeing this, Wang Yifan instinctively reached for the box again, but Zhao Junchen slapped his hand away and held the small wooden box protectively in his arms. Then he looked at Ya Ya and said, "Little Ya Ya, do you want your brothers to stay here with you and wait for your sisters to come? Or is there anything else that your brothers can help with? Just tell us."

Ya Ya slapped her forehead: "Oh right! There's something I need to trouble Brother Zhao with."

Zhao Junchen was secretly pleased. He had just been worried that it wasn't right for him to eat and take things, but now that there was something for him to do, that was great.

"Tell me, whatever it is, just say it."

"I want to buy a few wheels, like the ones under tricycles, the ones covered in black shells."

Zhao Junchen frowned slightly: "Buy wheels? Tricycle wheels? Did the wheels on the village tricycle break? What model is it?"

Ya Ya shook her head: "Our tricycle isn't broken. It belongs to Uncle Xiong. Uncle Xiong plans to make a few wooden carts and put wheels on them to haul things. The roads in our village are all dirt roads, with only one section paved with small stones and no cement road yet. Uncle Zhao and Brother Da Niu carry stones on shoulder poles."

Uncle Xiong said that making a few small carts would be more practical; the wheels of tricycles looked sturdy and wouldn't easily get punctured by small stones, and they wouldn't shake much when riding. They'd definitely be more stable than wooden wheels for making carts.

Zhao Junchen thought to himself, "Isn't this just a human-powered wheelbarrow used on construction sites? It's perfect for short-distance hauling of stones, bricks, and cement. Many farms also have a few of these for hauling feed and manure."

Instead of going through the trouble of making a wooden frame, it's easier to just buy a ready-made wheelbarrow. Wooden wheels are heavy, not waterproof, and troublesome to make.

We still need to confirm this first.

"Are your wooden carts ready yet?"

Ya Ya shook her head again: "It hasn't started yet. Uncle Xiong has been busy building houses lately."

That makes things much easier.

Zhao Junchen breathed a sigh of relief, immediately took out his phone, found some pictures, and handed them to Ya Ya: "Look at this one, we can buy it ready-made. It has a small cargo bed, and when you need it, you can fold up the support and push it forward. When you stop, you can lower the support and it will hold steadily. Unloading is also convenient; the cargo bed can be tilted forward to pour the goods out directly."