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It seems that everyone is under immense pressure every day. From the moment of conception, prenatal education is crucial. The education received during kindergarten is equally important. Each stage from elementary school to middle school and then to higher education is vital. Every promotion or turning point holds significant weight. After graduation, there’s an urgent need to find a job. Once employed, one must plan for marriage and starting a family. After raising children, life plunges into a new cycle once again. Tasks come one after another, like a machine that never stops running, operating according to a predetermined pattern until the last moment of life.
Life shouldn’t end there. Everyone should shine in their own way and add color to their existence. Yun Xiao Yi is particularly fond of the game "My World." In it, it feels like opening the door to another life. Chopping down trees, mining resources, building homes, and challenging monsters—all of this can be done without following a specific order. Everything can be done at will; there’s no such thing as a correct path. Even if you choose to ignore the established rules of the game and raid villages for their treasures, it’s perfectly fine. Alternatively, you can invite a few friends to revel in this vast open world.
Recalling the past, Yun Xiao Yi smiles knowingly. There were indeed many days spent going wild with friends.
They had once removed the abilities of the Creeper in the game, turning it into a pet that followed the player around. Or perhaps, they had set traps beneath their friend's little house, using Redstone technology to create automatically triggered mechanisms. They waited for the moment their friends opened the door, only to be met with a loud bang that sent them flying into the air.
Even more impressively, they had crafted a minecart cannon using command blocks, creating a track that could carry people and continuously accelerate them in a loop. In an instant, they would adjust the direction and launch themselves skyward along an ascending track.
Yun Xiao Yi could still faintly recall the boisterous laughter that echoed through their gaming channel, reminiscent of wild boars. Time indeed flies, urging people to grow old.
Shaking his head gently, he took out an Iron Sword from his backpack. With a few swift strokes, he sliced the Papaya on the table into four equal pieces. After removing the round, dark seeds from inside, he shared the fruit with others. The fruits of this era, mostly improved through cultivation, retained their original forms.
This Papaya wasn't particularly sweet, but it had a unique balance of sour and sweet flavors that was quite delightful. Next, Yun Xiao Yi handed a mango to Zhao Yun, Zhao Yu, and Zhao Niang, showing them how to peel it just as he did.
The mangoes had traveled from south to north and were perfectly ripe upon arrival; they were soft and fragrant when eaten. The trio savored the delicious fruit, holding onto the pits as they enjoyed every bite. By the time they finished, the mango pits were completely stripped clean and could be dried to make mango chips.
After satisfying their hunger, they sat on stone benches, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. However, not long after, Zhao Yun, Zhao Yu, and Zhao Niang began to rub their lips simultaneously.
"That's strange; why do my lips feel a bit itchy?" one of them asked.
"Do you feel it too? I think I do," another replied.
"I feel the same way! My throat feels like something is stuck in it; breathing feels tight and uncomfortable."
As their symptoms worsened, they became increasingly uneasy—itchy lips, obstructed breathing, flushed faces with fine red rashes appearing on their skin. It turned out that this was an allergic reaction caused by the mangoes.
Yun Xiao Yi quickly realized the issue at hand: in modern times, most people do not experience allergic reactions after eating mangoes, thanks to generations of Chinese people consuming them, which has led to a certain degree of immunity to mango allergens. However, this was during the late Eastern Han period, when mangoes were only found in places like Jiangzhou and their production was limited. Without the long-term and substantial consumption that would allow the body to gradually adapt, it was difficult for people to develop immunity to such tropical fruits.
Complicating matters further, he had previously given away the last remaining milk to the Chu Family. Now, in a time of milk shortage, even if he wanted to use milk to combat allergies, it was impossible.
Yun Xiao Yi immediately said to the three of them, "Please wait here for a moment; I will go find some milk. If you feel unwell, you can try eating some Cooked Fish."
Milk could quickly alleviate allergy symptoms, and consuming some nutritious Cooked Fish could temporarily ensure satiety and stamina. During this brief period, there would be no danger. Although their lips might feel itchy or even numb, and their breathing could be affected, once they had milk, those symptoms would dissipate immediately.
With that said, Yun Xiao Yi hurriedly left his villa and headed towards Zhao An's residence.
"Come on, hurry up! What are you taking so long for? Are you packing for a long stay? Why do you need to bring so much?" Zhao An urged as he watched Zhao Feng pack up.
"Besides," he continued, "the Immortal Sir said that as long as you build the waterwheel in Xinghua Village, we can go find him. At this rate, when will we ever see the Immortal Sir?"
Zhao Feng looked up with a hint of helplessness in his eyes as he gazed at the impatient Zhao An. He thought to himself: It's not that simple; just because someone says to build a waterwheel doesn't mean it can be done immediately. Do you think it can be accomplished just by talking?
In fact, just gathering all the parts for the waterwheel would take at least three days to complete.
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