At the foot of the mountain there is a small lake, and on the eastern shore of the lake is a clearing overgrown with weeds.

The vacant land was two hundred acres.

Looking at the topography, it is only about five feet higher than the lake, and it will be covered by the lake during the rainy season, but it is November, which is the dry season, so the ground is exposed.

If you just look at the topography, this is indeed a suitable place to set up camp.

Because there is enough flat space here, and there is a water source nearby.

The water of the lake seemed to be clear, and the water came from several trickling streams in the surrounding mountains, one of which came from the mountains where the old man lived in seclusion.

The closer it is to the source of water, the more convenient it is, after all, more than 100,000 people need a small amount of water.

There are few farmhouses in the area, and from a distance, only one or two families live at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Shikang stood in front of a large oval stone by the lake, and after looking around a few times, he said to a few Tang Bao cavalrymen behind him: "This is a suitable place to live in seclusion. ”

It's early winter, and the mountain is bare, but there are many peach trees planted in the mountains, so you can imagine the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

Here, you can enjoy the flowers in spring, escape the heat in summer, enjoy the leaves in autumn, and enjoy the moon in winter.

Living in the mountains, there is a lake overlooking it.

It is really a place where people can forget their worries and relieve their sorrows.

However, even if you don't live in seclusion in this mountain, you can enjoy a relaxing time for half a moment.

Therefore, Lu Shikang was waiting for the return of the Tangbao cavalry who went to buy fishing rods.

After waiting at the foot of the mountain for about half an hour, the Tangbao cavalry who went to buy a fishing rod came in a hurry, and he handed the fishing rod and fish food to Lu Shikang, and said: "There are too few people in the town, and there is no shop to sell fishing rods. ”

Lu Shikang took the fishing rod and fish food, put the fish food away, sat down in front of a large oval rock by the lake, and put the fishing rod into the lake.

"Guess you can catch a fish here?" Lu Shikang asked the Tangbao cavalry behind him.

"I guess so." One of the Tang newspaper cavalrymen behind him said.

"Wait and see." Lu Shikang said.

After the fishing rod was put in the water for half a day, it never moved, and a Tang Bao cavalry wondered: "Why, there are no fish in this lake?" ”

He looked at the lake with a clear bottom, and was confused.

He remembered that when he came that day, he had seen small fish jumping out of the lake in the lake.

As the Tangbao cavalry, they were extremely cautious about the choice of water sources, and whenever they came across a place where they thought they could set up camp, they would first observe the situation of the fish in the water, and if the fish swam freely in the water, they thought that the water source here could be used by people.

However, it's only been a day's work, how can the water be manipulated?

Could it be that the hermit did it?

He was about to say something when he saw an old man on horseback on a distant mountain road.

"Look, the hermit is back." The Tang Bao cavalry pointed to the old man riding a horse in the distance and said to Lu Shikang.

Lu Shikang put the fishing rod and said to a Tang newspaper cavalryman: "Put it away." I'm going to meet him. ”

"Shall we follow?"

"No, I don't." He said.

As he spoke, he walked up the mountain.

When he arrived on the mountain, the old man was drinking tea in his house.

Seeing Lu Shikang come in, the old man hurriedly got up and said, "I don't know which distinguished guest came to the cold house, and he missed the welcome." ”

Lu Shikang said: "I happened to pass by here today and wanted to come up and ask for water to drink. ”

The old man said: "Wait a minute, the old man will help the son make a cup of tea." ”

When he went out, Lu Shikang glanced around his room.

The house is very ordinary, and the things in the house are not much different from ordinary farmhouses, including hoes, farm tools, and all kinds of ordinary daily necessities. There are no pianos, chess, calligraphy and paintings in the house, and there are no pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other things.

If you hadn't heard from the cavalry of the Tang newspaper that this old man was a hermit, just looking at this house, you could easily classify him as an ordinary mountain dweller.

Then, the old man looked like a fairy, but he didn't look like an ordinary mountain person.

After looking around for a moment, he looked out the window, and from the window, a white cloud was gone.

When he was sitting upright, the old man returned, holding a white porcelain cup in his hand, the white porcelain cup looked like the kind of teacup used by ordinary farmers, he respectfully held the teacup on the table, and said: "The humble house does not often have distinguished guests come to the door, only the humble local tea, please taste the son." ”

Lu Shikang thanked him, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "I think Mr. has a peculiar style, must he not be an ordinary person?" ”

The old man stroked his gray beard and said, "The old man also had a beautiful day, but later due to changes in his family, he gradually returned to seclusion, so he found such a quiet place and lived for the rest of his life. ”

"Listening to Mr.'s accent, shouldn't he be a native of Lishan, I don't know where Mr. is?" Lu Shikang said with a teacup in his hand.

"The old man is from Yannan City."

"Yannan City is a good place, rich in silk and other things." Lu Shikang said.

The old man's face changed slightly, and he said, "Why has the son been to Yannan City?" ”

"No, but I read that the book says that silk and other things are abundant there."

The old man's face returned to normal, and he said, "The son must be a well-informed and knowledgeable person. ”

Lu Shikang said: "No, in the eyes of others, he is just a good-for-nothing kid." ”

"It doesn't matter what other people think. It was only when he was nearly fifty years old that he understood this truth. ”

Lu Shikang took a sip of tea and said, "Mr. has lived here for a long time, right?" ”

"Twenty years." The old man said.

"Alone all the time?" Lu Shikang asked.

"A person, so he has his own place." The old man also took a sip of tea and said.

"There is no concern or concern, it is really enviable, the style of the old life, like the reincarnation of Tao Gong." Lu Shikang said and took another sip of tea.

"The old man doesn't dare to compare himself to Tao Gong, the old man is just an ordinary person." The old man glanced at Lu Shikang silently as he spoke.

"I don't know if Mr. is here alone on weekdays, what is the way to relieve boredom?"

"It's nothing more than walking around in the mountains, fishing, reading books, drinking tea, so that the day will be easy."

"Days like this sound extremely enviable." Lu Shikang said, then stood up, and said: "It's not too early, I'm going to go back next, I disturbed Mr. today, please don't blame Mr." ”

The old man didn't get up, but said, "Son, go by yourself, and the old man won't send it." ”

After Lu Shikang got up, he walked to the door of the house.

When I walked on the mountain road a few feet away from the old man's mountain residence, I looked back and looked up at the old man's mountain residence.

A trickle of water slowly descended from his mountain dwelling, and the stream tinkled down.

From below, his stables can be seen on the edge of the stream. The stream by the stables is turbid, probably because the horse manure just happens to flow down the water, and when you look down, the water gradually becomes clear.

The stable is made of beech wood, and judging by the appearance of the material, it should have just been built.

After just looking up a few times, he walked down the mountain.