Mo Yi walked along the cobblestone path. Rows of ginkgo trees lined both sides of the road. The autumn ginkgo trees had turned golden yellow. Looking out, the entire avenue seemed to be paved with gold.
Countless servants climbed up the trees using ladders to pick the white fruit. The fruit of the ginkgo tree can be used as medicine, boiled or fried, and has the effects of clearing phlegm, stopping coughs, moisturizing the lungs, and calming asthma. However, eating large amounts can cause poisoning. The physicians in Yi Kingdom judge drugs based on an ancient medical canon written by Shen Nong, who tasted hundreds of herbs and died successfully. The canon shines brightly in Yi Kingdom, and doctors who haven't read the canon are embarrassed to go out.
The servants all bowed frantically when they saw Mo Yi. One or two clumsy fellows even fell off the ladders, creating a lively scene.
“Why would Young Master Mo have the leisure to come here to enjoy the scenery?” A slightly chubby fellow in blue clothing approached with a flattering smile. Mo Yi kept a distance from him, avoiding the dirt on his clothes. This garment was made of a mixture of silk and gold thread, imported from the great silk country. In short, it was very expensive, every thread worth its weight in gold.
Mo Yi muttered a silent “Good, the pillow arrived just as I was about to sleep.” He pretended to cough a few times and said, "The weather has turned cold recently. I want to visit my sister... Do you know how to get to her manor?"
The chubby fellow in the steward's uniform was taken aback and instinctively replied, "Go all the way down this golden avenue, then turn left to Xi He Garden, then walk over the Sighing Bridge to the other side, then turn right to the Ding Dong Well, and walk northwest for three hundred meters. That's about it."
Mo Yi thought, "Damn, is this a map of a city bypass highway? You have to take the second ring road highway to find a house," but he had no other choice. Mo Yi simply memorized it.
“Okay, I understand. Work hard. I'll give you a promotion and a raise afterwards!" Mo Yi patted the chubby fellow's shoulder with a "I believe in you" expression, then turned and left without hesitation. A ginkgo leaf floating down from the magnificent scenery landed on his shoulder, but it was all in vain.
The chubby fellow was stunned for a moment, but Mo Yi had disappeared. “Young Master... did he memorize the map?”
Even if a long list of directions were written down, it would be difficult for someone to follow, but Mo Yi actually remembered it after hearing it just once. This was incomprehensible.
The chubby fellow pondered for a moment, then gave up thinking. He also dismissed Mo Yi's promise of a promotion and raise. He had heard that the eldest son of the Mo family was a scoundrel. Compared to his father, he was slightly worse, but in short, he was still a scoundrel. Could a scoundrel's promise be trusted?
Mo Yi hurried along, reciting the map the chubby fellow had given him. He turned left and right, passed through a garden, went straight onto a bridge, then took a break to whistle at the maidservant feeding fish in a boat on the lake, then quickly crossed the bridge, turned right, and continued on his way.
Mo Yi rubbed his thighs and thought, "This Mo family is really big. He had walked for at least ten minutes, and he still couldn't see his sister's manor. This also indirectly shows how vast the Mo family manor was. Mo Yi unconsciously thought of “The Story of the Stone” (Dream of the Red Chamber). Back then, his teacher had praised the Jia family's mansion, vividly portraying the luxury and decadence of feudalism. A single building complex could be built as grand as a kingdom.
Mo Yi had scoffed at the time, thinking Cao Xueqin was using the Jia family's mansion to highlight his own wealth at the time, a highly sophisticated means of showing off, but now Mo Yi was convinced. He felt like he was in the Jia family's mansion. This place was not just big, it was practically a small kingdom!
As Mo Yi was panting from exhaustion, things finally took a turn for the better. He found a shortcut, directly crossing a garden and a small river, effectively reducing the journey that would have taken a large circle to a straight line. After all, even a dog knows that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. He didn't want to take the long way around.
Finally, Mo Yi saw the last obstacle in front of him… a two-meter high wall. Behind it should be the courtyard of his sister's manor. As a brother, it shouldn't be a problem to climb over a wall, right?
Mo Yi wiped his nose and snorted disdainfully. Such a wall could never hold back someone who had skipped class so many times in his past life!
Step back, take a running start, accelerate, run, jump, climb!
A perfect wall-climbing move that could be used as a textbook example. Mo Yi was feeling proud when his foot slipped and his whole body fell straight down, as if he had fallen off a cliff.
‘Damn it! Who would build a well in their courtyard for no reason!’ Mo Yi cursed internally.
With a splash, Mo Yi landed in the water.
“Miss, it seems like there's a noise coming from the Wishing Well in the backyard!" A maid wearing a green silk skirt respectfully reported to a room door.
A long silence filled the room. A cold and aloof female voice sounded, "Go and see. If it's nothing important, don't bother me.”
“Yes, yes.” The maid answered timidly, backing away, as if the room was not holding her young mistress, but a tiger.
Mo Yi didn't know how long he had been soaking in this hellish cold well. He only felt his whole body getting cold. Jumping into the water in autumn wasn't a pleasant experience.
A wooden bucket was thrown down from the well, almost hitting Mo Yi's head. He was stunned, then looked up and asked, "Who's there!"
“Ah!” A scream came from above the well, followed by the sound of something falling with a thud.
“?” Mo Yi was at a loss for words, but the wooden bucket in front of him seemed to be his only hope. If he stayed in this cold well any longer, he wouldn't need to worry about saving the world. He would go straight to the hospital bed and have a serious illness.
Mo Yi grabbed the rope and climbed with all his might.
When Mo Yi's head stuck out of the well, a stunningly beautiful face appeared in front of him. Because the owner of this beautiful face was facing the sun, Mo Yi couldn't see her very clearly. But he just felt that this beauty was unreal, like an artist's sculpture had come to life.
Most striking was this beauty's curvaceous figure. Her long legs would be a shame if she didn't become a model, coupled with her disregard for all the icy temperament and clear hazel eyes. Mo Yi would have to give her 99 points.
Why not 100 points? Because this was his sister, and he couldn't hit on her. If he did, his old man would send him to the orthopedic department.
“Give me a hand?" Mo Yi's first words were not flirtation or greetings, but a plea for help, mainly because he had consumed too much energy climbing up. If he kept talking nonsense, he would fall back down.
“...” The answer was a fist, a soft punch that hit Mo Yi in the face, sending him back to the bottom of the well. It was a real back-and-forth.
As he fell into the pool, Mo Yi lost consciousness.
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