Too high to reach

Chapter 8 Locusts crossing the border
The reason Mo Yi didn't give it to Mo Yuan...

That's because: she definitely can't be satisfied with just one pot.

After some haggling, they took it, and Auntie San arrived in the blink of an eye. Then, Mo Qing certainly wouldn't be left empty-handed either.

Her head was throbbing badly. As soon as Mo Yuan left, she immediately instructed her two maids: one to go find her aunt, and the other to go with her and hide the chores they had done in the inner room.

really……

Not long after, footsteps sounded:
"Mo Yi! Come out here!" Her voice was sharp and angry...

I opened the door and... well...

Liu stared intently, her expression menacing.

Mo Yuan followed behind her, wiping away tears. And she was really crying! Her eyes and nose were red!

"Third Aunt is here, please come in..." Mo Yi tried her best to remain calm.

He thought helplessly: This is truly a once-in-a-century event; the flames of war have reached my little dilapidated courtyard.

Liu glanced at Mo Yi out of the corner of her eye, angrily entered the house while brandishing her handkerchief, but then froze.

She never expected that Mo Yi's room was so dilapidated, small and messy... It didn't look like a young lady's boudoir at all!
The courtyard of the third house was the most spacious, as only Liu Shi and Mo Yuan lived there.

At least two of the small courtyards are empty.

On the main branch of the family, ever since the two daughters got married, Madam Zhuang has been preparing to build a new house for Mo Fan.

The second wife had the most members, with five children alone. Moda had even gotten married.

A few years ago, Wang and Zhuang wanted Mo Yi and Mo Qing to move to the third courtyard.

As soon as I mentioned it to Liu, before I even explained the benefits I was going to offer, Liu got furious.

They couldn't continue.

Looking into the room now, even the light was dimmer than outside. Liu's mockery was no longer concealed.

"Oh my! I say, Fifth Sister, how come you live in such a place!" She clicked her tongue and walked around the room.

"Your mother is so biased. To be honest, the maids in Third Aunt's yard live in more spacious quarters than you do. What kind of behavior is this for a young lady like you... Ouch!" Before she could finish speaking, she stumbled and almost tripped over a flowerpot.

Startled, he plopped down on the kang (heated brick bed). He glanced at the narcissus first, then looked sideways at Mo Yi.

"Little Five, I heard that the daffodils you planted were delivered to your Third Sister's door. Your Fourth Sister came in person wanting a pot, but you refused to give it to her?"

Mo Yi hoped her aunt would arrive soon, and stood respectfully to reply, "Third Aunt, I've already explained to Fourth Sister. Although the daffodils are with Yi Yi and she's taking care of them, she can't make the decision herself. The flowers and the red clay pot were bought by Uncle. They're for giving away as New Year's gifts last year. If Fourth Sister wants some, she can only wait until Uncle has given them all away and there's some left over..."

Liu sneered, "Oh dear! Mo Yuan just told me that she could shut you up for ages with just one word. I didn't believe her!"

She crossed her legs and glared at Mo Yi, saying, "You're always so quiet, I thought you were an honest kid. Now I realize I just hadn't messed with you! Look at all that, so impressive!"

Mo Yi lowered his head and remained silent.

"No matter what, why were you able to give it to Mo Wen? Isn't it because of your family ties?!" Liu asked, as if she had finally found a reason.

Mo Yi was exasperated again. What kind of logic was this?

Besides, she's my own sister. Can't we be close friends?

I'm happy to give it to you! Is that not allowed?

What business is it of yours, as a third wife's aunt, to interfere in the affairs of the second wife's family? Did I say anything when you gave Mo Yuan things?

But she only dared to grumble inwardly, not out loud, and just stood there silently.

"Hmph! I'm always the one who shouts the loudest, acting like I'm the one in charge. But behind your backs, your second wife gets all the benefits. Your mother went out by car yesterday, and she went out again today! So the car now belongs to your second wife?"

Liu had been making a scene about the carriage all day, but Zhuang ignored her!

She had just returned to her room in a huff when Mo Yuan came back crying. Upon hearing this, she immediately flew into a rage!
All his anger was vented on Mo Yi.

Mo Yi lowered her head and remained silent. Liu Shi's lips moved incessantly. But Mo Yuan had stopped crying and was pacing back and forth in Mo Yi's room.

He looked relaxed, full of curiosity, looking at this and touching that...

He even picked up the needlework he was making and looked at it. He also casually lifted the chest on the kang (heated brick bed)...

"..." Where did she really flip it?!

Mo Yi felt incredibly pleased with himself: thank goodness he had packed everything away. It seemed he would have to be extra careful in the future…

As Liu spoke, she became more and more agitated, stood up, and insisted on taking away the four pots of flowers.

"No!" Before she could even take it, she changed her mind.

"There are about twenty pots of flowers. Eight pots for one family." Mrs. Liu decided to take eight pots with her.

She planned to place two pots in her room and two in her daughter's room, and then send four more back to her parents' home to flatter her elder brother.

Mo Yi was speechless. She tugged at Mo Yuan's sleeve and said, "Fourth Sister, please persuade Third Aunt. These are Uncle's things; they're not so easy to take."

Mo Yuan, who was looking at the phoenix-tail clasp, acted as if she hadn't heard anything. She was intently examining it, gesturing at it. "Oh my, this purple satin phoenix-tail clasp is so beautiful!"

The clothes I just made will definitely look great with this.

I must say, this quiet girl has incredibly skillful hands! It's amazing that she could make such a beautiful and intricate Chinese knot button!

What else?

She looked around again, at the paintings on the wall, the books on the shelf. She even opened the jar and smelled it, completely ignoring Mo Yi.

As they were arguing, Mrs. Zhuang entered the house with a frown on her face.

When Liu saw her sister-in-law arrive, she became even more agitated, pointing at the daffodils, "Sister-in-law, there are so many pots! Mo Yi clearly gave them to Mo Wen! Why won't she give one to our Mo Yuan when she asked for it?! I came here myself, and I've talked myself hoarse, but she still won't give it to me! This girl has no respect for me, her elder, at all! Mo Yuan is her sister too, isn't she? Have we been spoiling her for nothing all these years?"

Mo Yi almost burst out laughing: Third Aunt, it's already good enough if you can recognize me on the street.

love me?

When did it happen? How come I don't know?
Zhuang frowned: "Alright! Your eldest brother brought this up again yesterday. He wants sixteen pots to give away. We'll be having guests coming over for the New Year in the front study, so we need to put a few pots there too. And this is..."

She counted them one by one.

Mo Yi didn't want to talk anymore.

My uncle bought fifty daffodils. My father bought her twenty.

My second brother swiped some money from a friend...

That's how we planted about twenty trays.

So, it's all counted as public funds?
She was furious, but if she were to say anything... she'd probably be the target of everyone's anger.

It's really a thankless task!

After arguing for a long time, the final outcome was that Liu and Mo Yuan each took a pot.

The mother and daughter left, not entirely happy.

Zhuang turned her head and scolded her in an annoyed tone: "Really, your uncle hasn't even said anything yet, why did you give it to Mowen first? If you hadn't given it to her, none of this would have happened!"

After saying that, he immediately ordered the maid to move all the remaining flowers away.

In other words, Mo Yi was strong-willed and didn't burst into tears on the spot. But looking at the empty place, she was still very sad.

Xiangzhi had no say inside; she had been standing outside the whole time.

She came in to tidy up, and after rummaging around for a while, she said angrily, "Miss, the buttons we made were also taken by the Fourth Miss."

At this point, Mo Yi finally couldn't hold back her tears.

(End of this chapter)