Children in ancient times were indeed precocious.
Xiaoguo asked Zhuang Zhuang about what he played when he was with Brother Xiaohu.
Zhuang Zhuang thought about it seriously and said, "Brother Xiaohu would bring me to the threshing ground to watch people fly kites."
"Huh?"
Xiaoguo knew where it was. It turned out that people used to go there to thresh and dry their harvested crops. But later on, when many families ran out of food, the place was abandoned.
It was a wide and flat space, so some children in the village would go there to play. They would ride bamboo horses or knead mud. They would also fly kites.
Xiaoguo had passed by the place before and had seen mostly girls playing there. In fact, there were more little girls than little boys in the entire village.
Out of ten children, there were eight girls and two boys.
"Who was flying the kite? Was it a little boy or a little girl?"
