Murong Jiu actually guessed correctly.
Kai Xuan had really purposefully brought her to a small farmhouse.
There were only a few households here, and it was only upon getting closer that it became evident, the thatched mud houses had long been dilapidated, seemingly uninhabited for who knows how long.
There's a saying that goes well, people are the stay of rice, and houses are the stay of people. An old house with residents stands a hundred years without falling, but without inhabitants, five years will see it collapse. In these big mountains, it's probably too inconvenient to travel, so everyone has moved away, and with no one living in them, the houses naturally fell apart.
But the one Kai Xuan brought her to had been repaired, its surroundings were clean of wild grass, and many common flowers and plants were grown. Green vines climbed the fence, blooming with small purple flowers, and beneath the fence wall was a neatly planted vegetable ridge.
