On this day, Han Chuxue and Han Yuyan, brother and sister, under the leadership of Mrs. Luo, took a carriage to a small mountain village more than ten miles away from Huaiji Town. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The carriage followed the village path until it stopped in front of a small courtyard near the foot of the mountain.

After getting out of the carriage, Han Chuxue quickly took a look at the environment around the small courtyard.

The small courtyard is built according to the foot of the mountain, and this mountain is actually a small hill derived from the Yuanbao Mountain Range, and the majestic Yuanbao Mountain can be seen in the distance, but because it is not the main body of the Yuanbao Mountain, there is no need to worry about any fierce beasts running down, which is also the reason why this small courtyard dares to be built at the foot of the mountain.

A small waterway on the mountain wall behind the small courtyard winds down and goes straight into the courtyard, releasing a sense of consciousness to know, this is leading the clear spring in the mountain down, and the courtyard is a three-room bamboo house, Xu is to avoid the tide, the whole bamboo house is based on several large pillars, half a meter from the ground, the area is not large, but a large courtyard is circled, a lot of flowers are planted, the courtyard wall is surrounded by a bamboo fence, and occasionally there are two chrysanthemums poking their heads out of the gap.

Looking at the small courtyard in front of him, Han Chuxue couldn't help but think of Tao Yuanming's poems.

"The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to argue. ”

The environment here and the identity of the people who live here are really compatible with Tao Yuanming's poem.

Yu Yan looked at his little sister with a look of amazement, he has been in school for almost half a year, and he has always worked hard, and he is smart, he can understand the meaning of the poem Han Chuxue, in this situation, his little sister is really a goddess prodigy.

Old Madam Luo was also full of emotion when she heard it, she was worthy of being a disciple of the Immortal Family, and her talent alone was not comparable to ordinary secular women.

The two of them were about to praise Han Chuxue for a few words, when a burst of laughter came from the bamboo house in the courtyard, "Good poetry, settled in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses." Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away. Well, that's a good point. ”

With these words, an old servant walked briskly from the bamboo house, opened the courtyard door, made a gesture of invitation to Mrs. Luo and her party, and said with a smile, "The master has a few invites." ”

Although Mrs. Luo took advantage of the reputation of the Luo family in Huaiji to get the consent of the master here and was willing to see her, but this time she brought outsiders here, and she thought that she needed to explain it with her lips and tongues, but she didn't want Han Chuxue's poem to move the master so easily, and took the initiative to invite her, she couldn't help but be surprised and happy, and thanked the old servant and walked in with Han Chuxue's brothers and sisters.

The group followed the old servant into the bamboo house step by step, only to see that there were no superfluous furnishings in the house, a small low table, a small stove on the table, a small kettle on the stove, a few cups on the side, a few futons around the table, an old man was leaning sideways on a small table, sitting at the table with his legs stretched.

His gray hair was tied at the top of his head with a wooden flute, a knee-length linen shirt was tied around his waist with a long wide cloth belt of the same color, and his lower body was actually wearing a pair of shorts that Grandpa Han wore most often when they worked, and he was barefoot.

This dress is really no different from that of a normal farmer.

This is what Mrs. Luo said about the old Hongru who was born in Jinshi?

I only felt that the disillusioned jade was a little dumbfounded.

Han Chuxue was a little surprised for a moment, and then smiled, it seems that Mrs. Luo's introduction this time is a little reliable, such an unruly Hongru should not be like those previous pedants who stick to the identity of a literati and dislike the "alternative" village school in Xiatang Village.

Old Madam Luo had already seen each other once, so she would not be surprised, and took the lead in introducing the old man with a smile, "Old Yao, these two little friends are the two sons and young ladies of the Han family, the funders of the Xiatang Village Township School, who told you before. ”

This old Hongru surnamed Yao, is not a native of Huaiji, but whether it is in the capital or in his hometown, he is burdened by fame, and he always can't avoid those visitors, so he hides in this quiet place to live in seclusion.

Confirming that the person in front of him was the main owner of his brother and sister's trip, Yu Yan hurriedly put away the surprise in his heart, and together with Han Chuxue, he respectfully saluted Yao Lao.

Yao Lao, as Han Chuxue thought, was indeed not a person who was bound by small sections, and waved his hand with a smile, "No need to be polite, a few people, please take a seat." ”

As he spoke, he didn't care about the guest's reaction, but after he finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, but made the tea very seriously.

Mrs. Luo seemed to have experience, a wry smile flashed on her face, and after nodding to the two of them, she found a futon to kneel on it, she came prepared this time, so she was still wearing trousers under the long skirt, and she didn't have to worry about being rude if she knelt down.

Han Chuxue, who has been a monk for ten years, is very familiar with sitting on the futon, and casually flicked his robe, and sat down cross-legged like this, but Yu Yan was a little dazed.

looked at the sitting posture of Mrs. Luo and the little sister, it seemed that they were not very comfortable, and in the end, this baby actually stretched out her legs and sat down like Yao Lao.

Sure enough, this is still the most comfortable, Yu Yan smiled with satisfaction, but when he looked up, he met a pair of old eyes that Yao Lao looked at.

In front of the elderly, it seems a bit rude to sit in such a position.

Yu Yan was shocked, and was about to get up and change his sitting posture, but Yao Lao suddenly laughed, "What do you think of sitting like this?" ”

Yu Yan was a little apprehensive, but before she came, Mrs. Luo had already roughly explained Yao Lao's personality, coupled with the "alternative literati" dress of the person in front of her......

After thinking about it, he dared to respond, "It's more comfortable than theirs." ”

"Haha, well said, well said, the son can be taught."

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Yu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the bet was right.

Mrs. Luo also heard it with a happy face, "Old Yao, although these students in Xiatang Village are children of farmers, they are all simple-minded, not as exquisite as the students of the academy, but they are also honest and cute, if you are willing to teach them, you must be able to feel more sincerity and fun from them." ”

Obviously, Mrs. Luo didn't forget the purpose of her visit, and when she saw that the jade was in line with Yao Lao's eyes, she wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

Yao Lao understood her thoughts, but he just smiled and waved his hand at her, "Don't worry, don't worry." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and picked up the boiling pot, opened the lids of a few cups, and brewed tea seriously.

Not in a hurry? Does that mean there is a play?

Han Chuxue hurriedly glanced at her third brother, she didn't let the eldest brother come this time, but let the third brother come, just to let the third brother seduce people back with his clever brain and smart posture.

Yu Yan, who knew the task of her trip, understood her little sister's eyes, and quietly nodded at her, indicating that she was relieved.

At this time, Yao Lao had already made tea, and smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Mrs. Luo, "Come and taste the tea made by the old man's mountain spring water." (To be continued.) )