Taking only a cursory look along the way, the group followed the village path and soon neared its end.
Clearly, this approach was doing very little good.
Just as Tide Sis and Ling An were growing anxious, the last stall came into view.
Ling An looked up. He had been here before-it was the Moon-Shooting Pot stall.
Chixia and Yangyang had already left. Only Qingxi, dressed in uniform, remained in front of the stall. She glanced over, and Ling An clearly noticed a subtle change in her expression.
"What is this?" Granny He Ying asked, looking at someone playing Moon-Shooting Pot nearby.
"This is Moon-Shooting Pot. If you hit enough targets, you can win a prize." As the person running the stall, Qingxi pointed to the painted fans laid out as prizes and explained.
"I see. This old woman doesn't have the skill for that. Would you two like to try?" Granny He Ying looked at Tide Sis and Ling An.
With their task still unfinished, neither Tide Sis nor Ling An was in the mood to play anything else. They shook their heads in unison.
"Never mind, then." Granny He Ying was just about to walk away when Qingxi spoke beside her.
"How about this, ma'am? Let me give you a painted fan. Here, take it."
"No, no, that wouldn't be right," Granny He Ying said, repeatedly refusing.
"I noticed you were interested in these painted fans. We're nearly ready to close for the day anyway, and otherwise they'll just sit here..." Qingxi persisted.
"Leave these for the people who win them." Granny He Ying waved a hand and prepared to leave.
"Wait, Granny He Ying." Qingxi hurriedly called her back.
"Young lady, you know my name?" Granny He Ying asked in surprise.
Qingxi nodded and said earnestly, "The