Chapter 1998 Is it a hermit?

   I don't know what kind of owner lives in that house, and it definitely doesn't look like a poor family. Rather like a hermit first-class.

   Hermit? Lord Kangxi thought about it carefully in his mind. It seems that there are no famous hermits in this city of Hangzhou, right?

  Thinking about it, I'm even more interested.

   Lord Kangxi glanced at Mu Jin and laughed: "You have good eyesight, can you still walk? Let's go over there and see!"

   Mu Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Go back to Ama, the servant can still leave."

   "He is in good health," Lord Kangxi smiled, and the group searched for the mountain road and went there.

   From this mountain peak, there was no way to pass, and the two guards had to clear the way ahead.

  When you go around a mountainside, there are several tall and vigorous pine trees in front of you, standing tall and imposing.

   Lord Kangxi couldn't help but stop and look up, and praised in his heart, these pine trees are quite impressive, and if you can choose such a place to live, it can be seen that he must not be a laity.

  Behind the pine trees is a green bamboo forest.

  It is about one mu or so, and it should be taken care of from time to time. The bamboo forest is very clean and quiet. Thousands of poles are densely rising from the ground. The top branches are lush, covering the sky. The wind blows and the bamboo leaves rustle.

  There is a path in the bamboo forest. Orchids and orchids, which are common in the mountains and fields, are planted on both sides of the path. Occasionally, a few light-colored flowers bloom, which is more elegant.

   After passing through the bamboo forest and going around a bend, a low fence covered with various loofah vines and a wooden house in the fence yard can be seen impressively.

  Under the fence, there are a dozen or two chickens, big and small, clucking and chasing.

  The wooden house was built entirely from logs brushed with tung oil. Xu Shi is not young and looks rather bleak, returning to the basics.

  The wooden house is about half a meter above the ground and connected to the ground by a wooden ladder. The whole is a group of multi-faceted single-storey buildings, there should be a lot of rooms, and there are semi-circular and wide wooden terraces and wooden promenades.

   There are many flower pots randomly placed on the side of the promenade. There are no precious varieties of flowers and trees in the pots, but the green ones are very lush and lovely.

  Everyone can't help but be enlightened, Xindao is a very interesting master, and he knows how to live.

  The crowd stepped forward, and the fourth master said politely and loudly across the fence: "I dare to ask if the master of your place is here? Can you come into the house and ask for a glass of water while you are here in the mountains?"

The wooden door on the right creaked open, and a clean old woman with gray hair and a blue-gray cotton dress walked out of the room and stood on the wooden porch, half-squinting and looking at the group of people outside the fence. Wang, smiled, went down the steps to greet him.

The old woman was in her fifties, with a good-natured appearance and a tough body. As she walked away, she smiled and said, "It's rare for us to have guests here in the mountains, you don't think it's vulgar, just come in and have a rest. !"

   Fourth Master smiled and nodded politely: "Thank you auntie, auntie is very polite!"

  The old woman smiled and opened the fence gate and led everyone in.

   looks at ease and without fear.

  Kangxi Ye, Si Ye and his entourage are low-key, and they are not exposed by the nouveau riche and wealthy.

   But where is the identity, no matter how low-key the color and texture of the clothes are, the quality of the fabric and the cutting work are all excellent. The so-called low-key luxury has connotations.

   (end of this chapter)