Chapter 138: Strolling through the Night Market(5)_1
Mu Zhongli couldn’t resist his little son’s foggy expressions, so he took out the purse Lady Du had given him, and counted out twenty copper coins to hand over.
The street vendor quickly counted up twenty hoops and handed them over, saying with enthusiasm, "Sir, please."
Mu Zhongli divided the hoops amongst the four children, telling them to toss at whatever they liked while he watched from the side.
As soon as Wu’er had the hoop in his hand, he couldn’t wait to throw it at the little turtle. However, due to his young age and limited strength, none of his five throws hit the mark. The furthest he was able to cast a hoop was still a bit off from the nearest prize.
Wu’er was disappointed, his mouth slightly pouted and his eyes red, looking like he was on the verge of crying.
Seeing this, Wen’er comforted him, saying, "Don’t worry, big brother will help you, just wait." He wanted to satisfy his role as the big brother by fulfilling his younger brother’s wish, so he concentrated all his strength into several throws. However, the end result was not much better than Wu’er’s attempts. He didn’t manage to snag the desired little turtle but unintentionally got a roughly crafted clay horse instead.
The street vendor earned ten copper coins with delight, his brows raised in a smile as he handed over the little clay horse he had crudely shaped himself.
"Oh, congratulations, young master. This is your prize. Please take it!"
Wen’er was a proud boy. He glanced at the creature that could be mistaken for either a dog or a donkey, his expression froze for a moment before he turned away.