Iron nails were hard to find, and Thirty Mile Camp didn't produce bamboo either. Fortunately, the Lian Family's big broom was made of bamboo branches, and every year around this time, some of the branches and nodes of that broom would go missing, transformed into pinwheels by the children.
With the pinwheel completed, Xiao Qi puffed out his cheeks and blew hard; the pinwheel spun into motion. Xiao Qi then smiled so widely that his teeth showed but his eyes didn't.
"Sister, let's go out and play," said Xiao Qi, holding a pinwheel and speaking to Lian Manman.
The wind was strong outside, perfect for playing with pinwheels and, of course, having crafted a beautiful, smoothly spinning pinwheel, they wanted to show it off in front of their friends.
Lian Manman was also in a playful mood and took another pinwheel to go out and play with Xiao Qi.
