"The rules you all have agreed upon, did they ever state that if someone not participating catches the embroidered ball, it doesn't count?" Wen Rou turned her head and asked the little beggar behind her, "I ask you, how old are you, and have you been married?"
The little beggar, under the encouraging gaze of Wen Rou squared his shoulders, forcing himself to look directly at the crowd, and then spoke loudly, "I am eighteen this year, unmarried, and I have an old mother at home. I've also studied for several years, but had to abandon my studies to care for my bedridden mother."
Wen Rou nodded her head, "Hmm, not bad, a filial son."
