Various prizes were placed a meter away from the white line: sewing kits, tinderboxes, and small turtles. Further away were silver coins and gold ingots. The more valuable the item, the further away it was placed. All these items were contained in bamboo tubes. The bamboo rings used for the ring toss were almost the same size as the bamboo tubes, making it difficult to win valuable prizes.
"Let's go take a look."
"Uh-huh."
Hua Ying understood perfectly.
Qin Luo approached Li Nian'an and saw the little girl holding the last ring in her hand.
The little girl looked up at Li Nian'an, pursed her lips, and said weakly, "Mother, you should do it."
Li Nian'an said softly, "Baby, you can do it. Mommy believes you can definitely succeed."
Shen Hanlin said with a smile, "Yes, if you can't get the rings, Dad will buy you ten more."
The little girl mustered her courage and threw the bamboo hoop. The hoop didn't even touch the bamboo tube. Just as everyone was laughing, the hoop bounced up after hitting the ground and hopped all the way to the bamboo tubes in the last row.
The surrounding people stared wide-eyed as they saw gold ingots inside the bamboo tubes in the last row of bamboo rings. The middle-aged stall owner stared wide-eyed, while the surrounding people looked at each other in disbelief.
"Baby, you're amazing."
Shen Hanlin laughed heartily, and the little girl pointed to the bamboo tube in the front row, "But I want that little turtle."
Li Nian'an said softly, "Brother stall owner, can we exchange this little turtle?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The middle-aged stall owner nodded repeatedly.
"Those are gold ingots! Are they crazy to trade gold ingots for a little turtle?"
"You don't know, that's Young Master Shen. The Shen family is very rich, what are gold ingots?"
"Money talks."
“Little sister, here’s your little turtle. This bamboo tube is a gift for you.” The middle-aged stall owner continued, “Who was it that said you couldn’t win the grand prize? This little girl managed to win it. You old men are just making excuses.”
"cut."
"It was just good luck."
Qin Luo looked at Hua Ying, and the two smiled at each other. They knew why the bamboo circle was the last bamboo tube in the circle.
The little girl carried the bamboo tube to the riverbank, poured the little turtle into the river, and said with a sweet smile, "Little turtle, go back to your mother."
Qin Luo and Hua Ying stood not far away watching them.
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