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The half-old people come to the shop every time according to a fixed frequency, once every seven days.

Every time I came over, I always pulled a heavy wooden cart. The wooden cart was also worn-out, and the wheels creaked worn.

The wooden cart was huge, and it carried a large barrel in the shape of a barrel, but he had never seen it struggling.

Every time he came to the shop, he had to spend a lot of silver taels, and he had to bring back a cart full of flowers and plants. I don't know what he's going to do with so many flowers.

And the guys cheekily cheated on him every time, selling him for more than double the price of the other lords.

He didn't seem to understand the market price, he was a little stupid, every time the guys were treacherous and smiling, he couldn't see it, his head kept shaking, and before the guys could say a few more words, he took out the silver from his arms.

Minsa asked the men in the shop about the half-old man, and the reply was: he is elusive, no one knows where he lives or what he comes from, and the people who follow him are dumped by him every time they follow him halfway, and it is said that he is a fool with strong martial arts.

His attire does not look like an official, but like a slave of a rich and noble family, but he is the master of all his own affairs, and he has endless money, which seems that he cannot be a slave.

He once said that these flowers were bought for his daughter-in-law, so as long as the man said that the flowers were liked by women, he would buy them.

It sounds like something is wrong with your brain, either crazy or stupid.

But Minsa somehow couldn't bear it. Maybe it's because although he's stupid, he's so devout about love, and he's a saint of love.

Finally, again, the guys in the flower shop went to the backyard to help carry the flowers and plants, and the half-old man came a day earlier than usual, and it happened that Minsa was the only one in front of the hall.

"Uncle, you're here!" In the past, Minsa was afraid that he would lose his job because of many things, but this time he finally had the opportunity to talk to him.

Minsa greeted her warmly, and the half-old man glanced up at her, a little surprised. He was stunned for a moment, and his mouth opened wide.

Or Mingsa, who was dressed as a man in Qingcheng, didn't know what was wrong with him, so he hurriedly asked, "Why did you come a day earlier this time?" ”

The half-old man glanced at Minsa again, shook his head as if he understood something, and shook himself towards the new flowers.

He is an absolute customer, he has long been accustomed to the furnishings here, and he doesn't need to introduce anything more from the guys, as long as he looks at the flowers that are not ugly, he almost buys them.

It's a shame that there are really such stupid people, and the boss of this shop is really rich.

"Uncle, every time you buy so many flowers back, can you put it in the yard?" Minsa still didn't miss any opportunity and wanted him to speak.

The half-old man turned his eyes from the flowers and plants on the ground, glanced at her quickly and almost disdainfully, and then quickly shook his head and continued to look down at the flowers.

What a strange old fellow, Minsa was a little baffled in his heart. But looking at the occasional composure between his eyes and expression, he doesn't look like a completely stupid person.

"Then your wife should be a flower expert." Minsa thought, don't you just love your daughter-in-law, then I'll change the topic to see if you can talk to you.

Sure enough, the half-old man instantly raised his head, looked at her eyes, his head swayed from side to side, his eyes turned up and down, some provocative and some stubborn, and then quickly said: "All dead." The speed of his speech was so fast that Minsa didn't have time to prepare at all, and he didn't even react to what he said for a while.

All dead? Dead in everything?

Madam? Wouldn't it, or are the flowers dead?

Seeing that the half-old man continued to choose flowers, he was busy taking the flowers he liked to the side, which meant that he was ready to settle the bill for a while.

"This flower is called hyacinth, it takes root in autumn, sprouts in early spring, and blooms in March, and has eight colors: blue, pink, white, and goose yellow...... "Minsa wants to wait for you to check out and leave, and next time I don't know if there will be a chance to tell you not to be deceived again." So he introduced himself, hoping to attract the attention of the half-old man.

But just when Minsa didn't have much hope, the half-old man suddenly raised his head and stopped his hand that had been busy moving flowers. His eyes widened as he looked at Minza, as if he were looking at some rare treasure, staring at it without moving.

When he looked at it, Minsa couldn't say any more, where was the wisdom and indifference of the old man in his eyes, it was as clear as an innocent child, and his expression of curiosity made people feel pity.

Seeing that Minsa didn't say anything, the half-old man became impatient, shook his head again, and a few of the white hairs on his forehead stood up because of his impatience: "You said it! His voice was high-pitched and hoarse, and he spoke as fast as the wind.

Minsa shook his senses, he really liked to listen to these cultivation techniques, so it seems that the sentence he just said "all dead" should mean that the flowers he bought back are dead.

These flowers are rare varieties, and he doesn't know anything about planting like this, so it's no wonder that he won't die when he pulls them back.

"Hyacinths bloom naturally from March to April, bear fruit in May, and begin to wither and go dormant ......in June," Minsa recounts.

"Can it still bear fruit?" The half-old man interrupted Minsa and asked categorically.

Obviously, this theory is beyond his knowledge of flowers. The flowers he pulled back should have died in less than seven days, and he had to come and buy another batch in seven days.

"Of course, it depends on how you grow it."

"How?" The half-old man was interested, anxious, and eager to figure it out immediately.

"This flower is hardy, and it should be cultivated in a cool environment and sandy soil, without standing water, and the soil should be loose."

The half-old man let out a sigh when he heard this, and there was a hint of regret in his voice, and sure enough, he had planted the flower to death.

Then he looked at Minsa with a very admiring look, hesitated to look at the flowers he had chosen on the ground, pointed to a pot of pale pink flowers in the shape of a lotus seat, and asked, "What is this called?" ”

"This flower is a little red coat." Minsa replied.

"How do you plant that?" He half-bowed, looked at the flowers and at Minsa, and did not stand up straight. Originally, he was not tall, but when he bowed like this, he looked more like a naughty boy.

"Sand too, good ventilation and sunlight. If you plant well, the flower color will be bright and pink, and if you don't plant well, the flower will not even produce pink. Don't water too much, once in ten days or so is enough, watering should be thorough. ”

The half-old man opened his mouth again and did not close it for a long time.

"That..."The half-old man lowered his head and searched for other flowers: "This ......"

"Uncle, don't worry," Minsa grabbed his hand that was about to point to Hua'er, interrupting his non-stop question, thinking that it would be better to say something useful.

I'll have to explain to you how long you keep asking, and you can't remember.

"Uncle, let me ask you, are all the flowers you bought back dead before?"

The half-old man's eyes were hooked, and he nodded quickly by default.

After nodding his head, he seemed to notice that something was wrong, and then raised his voice and said, "Why didn't you say this before, if you don't say it, I won't, they will die." After speaking, he looked at Minza, and suddenly said, "No, I haven't seen you before." ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】