Zhang Taiping entered the room and first took out the golden cinnamon with three-pronged roots, put it on the table, and people who knew the goods immediately surrounded him.

"Huh?" Xing Weiping saw Jin Gui placed on the table by Zhang Taiping, and immediately made a startled sound, and after he came in, he had been sitting without moving or speaking, and he stood up and climbed to the table where the flower pots were placed. The trigeminal root of this golden cinnamon is too conspicuous and easy to identify, although the changes are a bit big, but it has been getting along for a few years, and some changes can still be recognized. Besides, the flower pot has not been changed, and it is still the one in my own house.

Xing Weiping's surprise in his heart is actually not small, at that time, this golden cinnamon was sentenced to death, and he was unable to save it after several times to find someone to treat him, and in the end the leaves have basically fallen away, and everyone has been sure that they are not saved, and finally they can't go to the doctor to sell it in the flower market in a hurry, to see if there is a master who can buy it and save it, how much money is not a problem, the main thing is that I don't want this golden cinnamon to die.

But after selling it for 2,000 yuan, I really didn't have hope, but I didn't see it die in my hands, but I already defaulted in my heart that it was a dead thing.

However, a few months later, the big man gave himself a surprise, the mortal thing was actually saved, and it seemed that the vitality was even more vigorous than before, which was really a big surprise. Those who can come here are people who like flowers and trees, just like people who like dogs and cats have feelings for these animals for a long time, and people who love flowers and trees will also have feelings for flowers and trees that have been cared for for a long time. Xing Weiping's golden cinnamon has been raised at home for some years, and he used to take time to take a look at it every day, watering and pruning or something, and after getting sick, it really made people feel depressed for a few days, and he couldn't see this golden cinnamon for a long time.

Except for the host, Mr. Song, who had seen it before, and now there were not many mood swings, the other old people were very surprised, even shocked.

Old man Tian Zhendong pointed to the golden cinnamon on the table in surprise, and said to Xing Weiping in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Wei Ping, is this your old golden cinnamon?" ”

Xing Weiping said: "Although the change is a bit big, but it is indeed that plant, I didn't expect it to really be saved, and now it's not mine, hehe." ”

"At that time, there was obviously no salvation, a miracle, a miracle, it can only be described as a miracle."

Another old man next to him said, "But I don't know who saved this?" ”

Xing Weiping frowned and replied, "This golden cinnamon was sold to this gentleman for two thousand yuan at that time, but from time to time this gentleman himself rescued it. ”

Tian Zhendong also frowned and said, "Is that the big man named Zhang Taiping?" ”

Another old man beside him said, "Zhang Taiping? I've never heard of such a person before. ”

This old man's name is Zhao Jingui, and like the old man Tian Zhendong of Teacher Song, he is a well-deserved leader in the flower and bonsai industry in Xi'an and even Guanzhong. Although there is no famous flower and tree association and bonsai association or anything in Guanzhong, but these old people are very prestigious among them, and some famous flower and tree bonsai connoisseurs or grafting experts have a number in his heart, but there is no such person as Zhang Taiping who can even save the terminally ill laurel tree.

Those who knew the story of this golden cinnamon plant before were a little surprised.

Zhao Jingui asked in disbelief: "Little brother, who saved this?" ”

Zhang Taiping said calmly: "No, it's really down." ”

Zhao Jingui then asked, "Tell me how you saved it." ”

In fact, Zhao Jingui's words are a little out of bounds, as the host Song Huiming Song teacher did not come out to relieve Zhang Taiping, he learned from Yang Wanli's mouth that this golden cinnamon was rescued by the big man named Zhang Taiping in front of him, although he believes that Yang Wanli will not lie to himself, but out of sight is false, without seeing with his own eyes, he has no right to speak, he is not sure whether this golden cinnamon was saved by Zhang Taiping, and there is still a little bit of disbelief in his heart, and he also wants to hear what Zhang Taiping said.

Yang Wanli and Niu Junfeng, who didn't understand what kind of plant Zhang Taiping had saved, didn't feel anything before, but now they are really shocked when they hear the story of this golden cinnamon. After getting along with Zhang Taiping in the past few months, Yang Wanli also understands what kind of person Zhang Taiping is, he has no hobby of false names, since he can say that he saved himself, he must have saved himself, Yang Wanli has no doubt about this. It's just that I didn't expect Zhang Taiping to have this kind of ability, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was a matter of course, as if anything happened to him was not strange and acceptable.

What was really shocked was the tranquil woman who sat around the corner and kept observing Zhang Taiping. Now she can be sure that this is the same person she was back then, and it has changed a lot. is not only a physical change, but the most important thing is a change in temperament, which is completely different from the people I have occasionally heard about over the years.

She can sit here, and she doesn't dare to say that she is proficient in flowers, trees, and bonsai, and she will always know. Bonsai and antique gambling stones have something in common, both require a wealth of experience, and these experiences are not taught by textbooks, and one does not pay expensive tuition fees in exchange for a valuable experience. Therefore, this is often linked to age, and it is impossible to do it without a certain amount of experience.

It's not like you can just ask a master for a few words or look up information on the Internet to succeed in cultivating. You have to combine what you have learned with practice to find out, and the only thing in the books is dead after all, after all, you have to have the experience of getting a few plants from live to dead and then from dead to alive. And Zhang Taiping is only in his twenties, what experience can he have? To put it mildly, maybe the salt he eats is not as much as the flowers that the old-timers in the industry have seen, and the old-timers can't save the old Jin Gui, so he can save it? No one believed it.

In particular, if a diseased plant wants to be cured, it is not enough to have experience, but also to have courage, the ability to have time and the ability to adapt, all of which are sublimated by the accumulation of experience over a long period of time.

Others must have been shocked by Zhang Taiping's ability to save it, but she looked at the person she hadn't seen in front of her for many years, and she inexplicably felt that this was a matter of course.

Maybe among the people present, only Fan Ming and Cai Xiaomei felt nothing. Fan Ming is a bit of a Yaya worship of Zhang Taiping, and nothing will ever happen to a big man that would make her think it is strange. And although Cai Xiaomei is no longer as good as the sky-high plant bonsai sold here, she doesn't know anything about this industry, and she can't experience anything special.

Zhang Taiping smiled faintly, his originally rough face actually gave people a feeling of having poetry and books in his belly, and he pursed his lips and said, "There is no special method." At that time, when I bought this golden cinnamon from this Mr. Xing, it only cost 2,000 yuan, and it looked like it was not saved. ”

"And what did you do after that?" Zhao Jingui asked impatiently.

Zhang Taiping did not rush to answer this question, but asked Xiang Xingweiping: "Does Mr. Xing have children at home?" ”

Xing Weiping didn't know why Zhang Taiping suddenly asked such an inconsequential question, but he still answered in confusion: "But there is a child, my son, who is six years old this year." ”

"That's right!" Zhang Taiping stroked his palm and said, "At that time, I took this golden cinnamon home, carefully inspected it, and never found the problem, so naturally I couldn't talk about treatment, and I was a little disappointed a day later, and I was about to dry up." In the end, the younger generation became a live horse doctor, and directly poured out the plant with soil from the flower pot, which can be regarded as another village, and finally found the problem. ”

"Is the problem at the root?"

"Seniors are as wise as torches." Zhang Taiping sent an innocuous sycophant: "Guess what you found in the soil?" Zhang Taiping sold it at a critical time.

"What?" Most people were attracted by Zhang Taiping's words, and unconsciously followed his train of thought and asked.

There were only a few people present who were not deceived by his words. One of them is Xing Rushui, who has been focusing most of his attention on Fan Ming, and the other is the beautiful woman sitting in the corner who has been observing Zhang Taiping and naturally hangs most of his attention on Zhang Taiping.

Seeing that Zhang Taiping actually played this kind of trick, and also made a group of old and young masters around, he laughed lightly.

Zhang Taiping was so sensitive to hearing that he immediately turned his head and saw the woman who had been sitting in the corner of the wall in a low-key manner. The woman saw Zhang Taiping look over, opened her mouth and smiled at him with a row of neat white shell teeth like pearls, and the bright smiling face actually made Zhang Taiping in a trance, with an illusion of déjà vu.

Zhang Taiping came back to his senses, nodded to the beauty, and then turned his head to answer everyone: "It's ants!" There is also a faint milky smell in it. The fibrous roots of the plant have been eaten clean by ants, leaving only most of the taproot. ”

Everyone suddenly realized that someone must have poured milk into this pot of golden cinnamon and caused a group of ants, and even the roots of the tree also suffered, and of course they could not live without the roots. I also understood the reason why Zhang Taiping asked Xing Weiping if there were any children in his family just now, and only children can do this kind of thing.

Xing Weiping felt a little annoyed and regretful after hearing this, and said with a wry smile: "The kid at home doesn't like to drink milk, and he always messes with milk, but he didn't expect a pot of good golden cinnamon to be almost ruined on a cup of milk." ”

The others also had the same expressions as before.