"Yes, indeed! The lantern is free, but shooting an arrow costs money!" the stallholder pointed inside the tent.
Lu Tong followed the direction of his pointing.
Sure enough, on the big red quiver filled with arrows in the lantern tent, a line of tiny characters, no bigger than ants, was written with light pink colored ink: "Thirty wen per arrow—"
Lu Tong was momentarily at a loss for words.
The characters were written so furtively; only a ghost could read them clearly.
There seemed to be a snicker from someone beside her. Lu Tong turned her head and saw Pei Yunmeng looking away, her shoulders slightly shaking.
Was she mocking her for being duped and at a loss?
Lu Tong felt suffocated.
When she left home, the silver coins were all with Yin Zheng, and she herself had no plans to buy anything. Little did she know that she would stumble here.
