To Ren Zi'an, the excitement outside was quite novel.
There were sugar painting vendors, and people weaving bamboo.
Even Meng Yao saw a ring toss game.
Unexpectedly, such entertainment already existed in ancient times.
Naturally, it attracted some young children.
For ten wen, you could get thirty rings, with an array of items that kids liked.
Most were ordinary, but a few looked quite exquisite, displayed at the farthest end, of course.
Ren Zi'an's eyes were filled with eager anticipation, and Meng Yao, noticing this, bought some rings worth twenty wen. Perhaps because of her generosity, the vendor gave her seventy bamboo rings.
The bamboo rings were light and seemed easy to toss, but getting them to land around something was not so simple.
One by one, the rings were thrown, but none landed on any items.
Seventy rings and nothing was hit, the vendor's smile was almost out of place.
Ren Zi'an's small face fell.
