Some things, simple to think, may not be so easy to do when they are really done, even the most unskilled popsicles.

Guan Xiaojun, who was sitting listless at home, was in a relative daze with his sister Guan Yang, both of them were tired yesterday, and they were still sore at this time, and the family saw that the two children were tired like this, so they simply didn't let them work, and asked Guan Yang to watch his younger brother not run around, and both of them were resting at home.

Guan Xiaojun had already realized at this time that he was thinking about things too simply, and lacked a clear understanding of his identity, age, physical strength and other factors, so he was tired like this yesterday.

Guan Yang is okay, although there is no work at home, but she still has the homework assigned by the school, and she is free to do her homework today, but Guan Xiaojun is really a little bored, let him sit at home, it is more uncomfortable than killing his head, he wandered around the yard of the house for a long time, and when he was thinking about doing something, there was a knock on the door, and Guan Zizai, who had a cigarette pouch pinned to his waist, swaggered into the yard from outside the gate, "Xiaojun, your family is not here?"

Guan Xiaojun looked curious, "Master, are you in trouble? Mom and Dad have gone to the ground." ”

Guan Zizai said, "Where is the little kettle for watering the flowers in your house? The flowers in my yard need to be watered properly, you help me find the kettle, my kettle is broken!"

Guan Zizai loves to raise flowers, this hobby has not changed until death, and Guan Hongda is influenced by Guan Zizai, and he also planted a lot of flowers in his backyard, many varieties are sent by Guan Zizai.

Now seeing Guan Zizai coming to borrow the kettle, Guan Xiaojun hurriedly ran to the backyard and brought the kettle to Guan Zizai, "Master, give me more of your flowers in the future, I also want to raise flowers to play." ”

Guan Zizai's face was straight, "You stinky boy, raising flowers is raising flowers, how can you call it playing? If you raise flowers with a playful attitude, you will not be able to raise them well!"

Guan Xiaojun smiled and said, "Then will I learn to raise flowers from you in the future?"

Guan Zizai was overjoyed, "Hey, good boy, I'm thinking about finding someone to learn my flower raising skills, if you want to learn, I'll teach you now!"

Guan Zi's hobby of raising flowers in this area is considered an alternative in the entire Guandi Temple Village, and even within a radius of more than ten miles.

Zhuanghu, at this time, can barely take care of food and clothing, raise a cat or dog or something, that is a little practical, raising chickens, ducks and pigs or something, its essence is also to develop a side business, sell more money, this is all to live a living.

And planting flowers and raising flowers, this kind of piggyback on the elegant atmosphere of literature and art, ordinary Zhuang people do not have the energy and no heart to do it, in the entire Guandimiao Village, it is only about the freedom to have this leisure and elegance in their own yard to grow grass and raise flowers for fun.

This old man is an old revolutionary, his retirement salary is high and scary, he has no relatives at home, and he usually has nothing to do, so he can't spend money at all on weekdays, so the rest of the money is either used to buy wine or flowers, and after a long time, the whole courtyard is full of all kinds of varieties.

A flower farmer like Guan Zizai, in the generally poor farmer's house, is like a sanitary ball popping out of the sewer, revealing such an anachronism, Ping Suli wants to talk to people about the knowledge of flower raising, but he can't find someone to talk about, even if he wants to teach his flower raising skills, there will be no villagers who are full of food to learn this from him.

Now the villagers are busy, all year round, there are three seasons are very busy, there is no time to do anything else, and when it comes to winter, the flowers wither, people just want to learn, Guan Zizi can't teach.

The so-called high and low, bosom friends are hard to find, which is the situation of Guan Zizai at this time.

Now seeing Guan Xiaojun say that he wants to learn to grow flowers with himself, Guan Zizi is naturally very happy, although Guan Xiaojun is just a child, it is a little unbeautiful, but after all, it is better than nothing, it is better than not even one.

At the moment, he led Guan Xiaojun to his own courtyard with great interest, pointed to the pots of flowers in the yard and explained to Guan Xiaojun, what is the name of that pot of flowers, what is the name of this pot, how to water it, how much is it good to water, how to fertilize, what kind of fertilizer should be applied, how often to fertilize, and so on, all of which were told to Guan Xiaojun to listen, regardless of whether Guan Xiaojun could understand it or not.

It can be seen that there has been no one to communicate with for such a long time, which suffocates the old man.

This courtyard where Guan Zizai is located, is the ancestral home of the whole old Guan family in Guandi Temple Village, covers a vast area, three before and after, is a rare courtyard-like pattern, there are green willows in front of the door, there are rockery ponds in the back garden, it is very stylish, like it comes from the handwriting of a famous artist.

When the old Guan family was in the Ming Dynasty, there was a Zuodu Yushi in the village, and he was already a big official, and this house was built by him, which was preserved and has not been damaged, and now it has become the place where Guan Zizai lives.

Now this house is full of flowers and plants, although it is the height of summer, the yard is still purple and red, bees and butterflies dance, just like the scene of three springs.

Guan Xiaojun strolled through it, listening to Guan Zizi's explanation, smelling the strong or faint fragrance of flowers, even if he didn't know much about flowers, but wandering in the sea of flowers, he couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He also liked to plant flowers in his previous life, but the conditions at home were limited, and the space for planting flowers was pitiful, so he could only put two pots on the balcony, and the flowers in the flowers could not be too big and too high, otherwise he would delay his wife to dry his clothes, and he would definitely be complained, and he could not have thorns and hairs, so as not to hurt the children.

Now that he is living again, seeing such a big mansion and so many flowers, Guan Xiaojun is in a trance in front of him, and the memories of his previous life continue to appear in his mind, "Even if it is not for anything else, just to be able to do what you want to do, and not to do what you don't want to do, you have to work hard!"

Guan Zizai next to him was talking about it, and when he saw Guan Xiaojun's eyes showing a dazed look, he immediately reacted, "Xiaojun is so young, how can he understand me when I say this? It seems that he has to come step by step! But this kid has no longevity, so I have to find a way to keep him." ”

He stopped explaining the flowers, and smiled at Guan Xiaojun: "Xiaojun, in addition to raising flowers, grandpa can also do one thing, do you want to learn?"

Guan Xiaojun was curious: "What?"

Guan Zizai said in a mysterious and slightly tempting tone: "Kung Fu! Grandpa Tai is a person who has learned kung fu, and he is very powerful! When fighting, one person can fight several fights! Do you want to learn?"

Guan Xiaojun is not very interested in force, "Master, how bad it is to fight and kill, if you shoot hard and break people, you will have to lose money, besides, my parents will beat me, besides, I am very tired from practicing, I don't learn!"

Guan Zizi was a little dumbfounded.

Now the movie Shaolin Temple has spread to the countryside, sometimes the village whose children get married, will invite someone to play a few movies in the square of the village, and among these movies, the most popular among children is "Shaolin Temple", some children after watching the movie, noisy to go to Shaolin Temple to learn kung fu, there are many students in the country who skip class to Songshan, anxious teachers chase these children every day, the public security police also always pay attention to the children in the station, as far as possible to stop them.

At the local police station in Songshan, there are many children repatriated from Songshan every day.

Under the rendering of this atmosphere, many children like to play with wooden knives and guns, everyone is quite a kung fu master, and some time ago Guan Xiaojun was crying and shouting to go to Shaolin Temple.

Guan Zizai originally wanted to tempt Guan Xiaojun with the topic of "kung fu" at this time, as long as Guan Xiaojun wants to learn kung fu, it is not something that can be learned in a year and a half, and he may not be able to learn it well in ten or eight years, so that he will have time to teach his own skills in planting flowers and raising flowers.

In fact, Guan Zizi wants to teach Guan Xiaojun to raise flowers and plant flowers on the one hand, on the other hand, he is old, has no children under his knees, is old and lonely, and lacks playmates.

Who knew that Guan Xiaojun, who was still clamoring to go to Shaolin Temple a few days ago, didn't want to learn kung fu!

This greatly surprised Guan Zizi, and the old man glanced at Guan Xiaojun with a confused expression, "You doll, weren't you still learning kung fu two days ago?"

Guan Xiaojun smiled and said, "I don't want to study now, I'm too tired!"

No matter how Guan Zizai persuaded him, Guan Xiaojun didn't want to learn martial arts, he just wanted to learn to grow flowers, and he had to learn to grow Junzi Orchid first.

Guan Zizi couldn't, and finally said: "You, if you don't learn, don't learn, in fact, it's good to learn some kung fu, although it's a little tired, but you can fitness, the master has lived for so long, and it's not a ...... to practice."

Guan Xiaojun, who had always rejected martial arts practice at the beginning, suddenly opened his mouth when he heard this, "Isn't it kung fu, I'll learn!"

Guan Zizai: "...... You're so afraid of death!"