After bidding farewell to Lady Tushan, Xiao Mo returned to the woodshed and opened the copy of *Great Dream of Yellow Millet* she had given him.
'I'm only five years old,' Xiao Mo thought at first. 'Lady Tushan gave me this book, but she has no idea I can even read. How could a servant who can't read possibly teach himself the *Great Dream of Yellow Millet*?'
But when Xiao Mo opened it, he discovered the book was incredibly strange.
Even though Xiao Mo could read, it wouldn't have mattered if he couldn't.
The moment one looked at the pages, the characters seemed to transform into the flowers and grass, mountains and rivers of the natural world, becoming instantly understandable.
Yet the moment one looked away, any memory of them vanished.
