She seemed very angry, her eyes also revealed dissatisfaction and rage, as though she had received a substandard dirty item and it nearly contaminated the other quality goods.
The old grandma turned around, carrying her harvest of the night, and walked back.
The noises of "the children" and the cries of adults gradually dissipated.
By the time her figure returned behind the white tent, everything fell silent again, as if nothing had ever happened.
Li Zhiyuan knew clearly that he had just witnessed a ritual, to be precise, a harvest.
He suddenly understood why the circus people cared so much about those parents who brought their children to play.
Because harvesting, requires efficiency.
Due to objective reality, many parents' love for their children is no less than others', but they can't always stay by their children's side and watch them grow.
But from the circus's perspective, their harvest also has costs, so they must choose the "raw materials" with the highest yield.
