Outside the Funeral Shop, a paper-made Armored Horse was swaying, and on its back, an unknown child was riding happily, snot bubbling out of his nose.
As the Armored Horse shook, it even emitted a donkey's bray.
I have no idea how a paper horse could make a donkey sound, but anyway, the child was having a great time pulling on the rope hanging from the paper horse's neck.
Below that paper horse, two or three more kids were hopping around it, each shouting, "It's my turn now, my turn to ride!"
But before the child on the horse could get down, two women, fierce as tigresses, came charging with brooms and feather dusters.
"Xiao Huzi! I've only been away for a bit, and you run off to such an unlucky place again. How did I end up with such a troublesome child..."
As she spoke, the feather duster was about to greet the child's behind!
Guan Dazhuang, seeing the situation, couldn't help but chime in, "It's in a child's nature to be playful, why hit him for it?"