"Haha, brother, you think about it." Lin Dongqing felt that Master Yang's mentality was quite young.

"In life, don't you want to open up! If you can't think about it, it's uncomfortable! Sometimes, don't get too caught up in the nitty-gritty. Master Yang's expression did not change.

He has figured it out over the years, he has experienced a lot of things in his life, and his mentality has long become peaceful.

So now when I talk to others about this, there is no mood swing at all, but I may be caught off guard and feed someone a mouthful of chicken soup.

Old Man Lin and Master Yang fertilized the honeysuckle vines, and they were ready to plant the horned plums he had just bought in the yard.

A few days ago, Mr. Lin saw a photo of Jiaomei on the Internet.

The horned plum was planted for more than ten years, growing from the bottom of the building all the way up, and finally climbed to the top of the building.

The whole height is more than 20 meters, the bloom is extraordinarily luxuriant, the diameter is about 25 centimeters, the main trunk is more than one meter above the place to scatter a lot of dense branches, the vine branches are many and thick, grow vertically upward, and the flowers grow very densely.

The old man was immediately fascinated, thinking that he would also raise such a lush horned plum.

So he went to the flower garden with Master Yang, and Meng Fangzhi told him a lot of knowledge about raising horned plums.

The nutrient soil of this planting horn plum is the old man's own matching, loam, cow dung, humus, sand and other accumulation and rotting, and then add an appropriate amount of bone meal, according to Meng Fangzhi, this formula is most suitable for the growth of horn plum.

While the two were talking, they saw a man in his teens walking over.

Seeing the two old men planting flowers, he also came to join in the fun.

"Old man, can I ask you something?" The man looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but ask Lin Dongqing.

Lin Dongqing raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?" ”

"Ahem, that's right, I planted a pot of horned plum during the Chinese New Year this year, and it was fine when I first bought it, but recently its leaves have rolled up, and it has fallen a lot, and even the flowers have not bloomed. Do you know what's going on, old man? The man organized the language, then asked.

Old Man Lin was not shocked, and his brainstorming continued, thinking about what Xiao Meng had told him at the beginning.

"Well, this is simple, your horned plum is sick, there should be insects in it, so the leaves are curled and closed, this disease is quite serious, if you don't solve it as soon as possible, you may not be able to save it." As for the reason for the leaves falling off, it should be the reason why the temperature has risen recently and you haven't watered it often. Lin Dongqing thought back to Meng Fangzhi's words while organizing the language.

"Ahh So what to do? The man asked impatiently.

"Open the leaves, there should be a lot of larvae and pupae in them, you squeeze them to death, and then cut off all the leaves around you. Remember to water and bask them in the sun, horned plums like moisture and light, water more and bask in the sun, there will be no major problems. ”

The man understood, and nodded.

He straightened up and looked around, and saw that a kind of flower in the flower bed was very beautiful, and the color was gorgeous, and the yellow stamens and yellow and white petals were like fairies among the flowers, giving people the feeling of a small jasper, and blooming in large areas, attracting many bees to come to collect honey.

The man thought that the old man had helped him solve a problem just now, and he was grateful in his heart, so he wanted to make a sycophant to express his admiration.

Then he pointed to the brilliant flowers blooming over there, and began the rainbow fart offensive.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^