Ye Wanying and her son were unaware of all this. After going outside, they hailed a pedicab: "Master, to the amusement park."
Having already wasted nearly forty minutes, I don't plan to waste another several tens of minutes looking for a place, otherwise the little one will really have nothing to play at the amusement park.
......
The tricycle ride took about ten minutes, but I was charged 1.2 yuan, which was more than twice as expensive as taking the bus.
However, that's a human-powered tricycle, pedaled by foot, while public buses are fueled by gasoline. A single trip can carry dozens of people, so by that calculation, public buses actually make more money.
Ye Wanying didn't dwell on it anymore. After paying the money, she took her son into the amusement park.
However, upon entering... a slight disappointment arose. Although it was called an amusement park, it was actually inferior to even a small park in later times. After entering the gate, there were several large bamboo groves, and in the middle was an asphalt road about two meters wide. The path was paved with gravel, and it took quite a while to find tables and chairs for rest, which were made from large trees.
After passing through two bamboo groves, there is a large bridge on the left, with a big river flowing under it. On the right is a row of newly built tiled houses, about five or six rooms in total, including several snack shops, a noodle shop, a stir-fry restaurant, and a teahouse at the very edge.
The teahouse was bustling with activity. People were sitting outside, and several hammocks were hanging under the trees nearby. People were sleeping in them, while children were swinging around in them like swings.
"Mommy, Mommy, there's a balloon!" the little dumpling exclaimed excitedly.
Ye Wanying looked over and naturally saw what was making her son so excited; it was actually a balloon popper.
Want to play?
The little guy grunted twice, "Yes!"
By the time the mother and son walked over, there were even more people gathered around the balloon-shooting stall. Inside, someone was sitting on a stool, aiming an air gun at the balloons stuck to the wall.
"Dad, I want that little car, you have to get it!" The little boy, about seven or eight years old, was shaking his head at the leg of the man with the aiming gun.
What if I can't get it?
The man's face immediately showed a miserable expression. He had already taken three rounds of taxis and hadn't even gotten a pencil. As for the toy car... he really had no choice but to give up!
Son, can you please stop pressuring your own father?
"Hmph, if you can't get it, it just means you're too stupid, Dad."
Okay, so it turns out that even kids can be arrogant and cocky!
Everyone around couldn't help but burst into laughter; they truly were father and son.
The little dumpling's eyes darted around several times before it reached out and tugged at Ye Wanying's sleeve: "Mommy, dumpling wants one too."
What do you want? A toy car?
"No, Tuanzi already has a lot of cars, she wants that little duck doll."
Ye Wanying's eyesight was perfectly fine, so she naturally saw the rules: one yuan for twelve bullets, hitting all of them would get you the toy car, hitting ten would get you the duck doll, eight bullets would get you a pencil, and six bullets would get you a hair tie.
Although Ye Wanying knew in her heart that the air gun had definitely been tampered with, it was a minor problem for her and she could easily solve it.
"Okay, then can the baby go and pay the money himself?"
Sure enough, the little man hesitated upon hearing this, but Ye Wanying pretended not to notice and continued, "If you're not going, then we won't play that game."
Basically, it's like this: you have to go, whether you want to or not!
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