In Pulan City, everyone knows that the bonsai of the Zhao family cloud flower shop is famous for its exquisite beauty, but all the rich families who come to buy it praise each other, and even the flowers in the flower shop are in short supply during the New Year's holidays.

Potted plants have no soul and no spiritual words, Zhao Jizhong heard it for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel unhappy in his heart.

"This girl, may I ask why you say this, what point of this golden cinnamon has no spirituality? If you say it well, I will sell you this golden cinnamon at half price today, but if you don't say it well, then don't blame the old man for being polite," Zhao Jizhong got up and walked slowly to him, his slender eyes narrowed into a slit and kept looking at the landing dream, completely disbelieving that this childish little girl could have any attainments in bonsai.

Lu Mengjian smiled slightly, "This bonsai has to make the flowers and trees have aura, and there are things in the pot, so that they can be appreciated." Flowers and trees are like people, before they are not trimmed, but they are just plain roots and branches, only after creativity, design, combination, and trimming, they have become a piece of bonsai artwork with both form and spirit. Take this pot of golden cinnamon as an example, although the shape does give people a sense of grandeur, however, carefully look at it but always feel a little far-fetched, the boss deliberately distorted the branch shape according to his own wishes, but he did not know that the development of the tree shape was restricted, so that the shape of the whole plant appeared sluggish, as if a person had lost his soul, and there was no aura at all. "

Zhao Jizhong listened, took a closer look, and found that what Lu Mengjian said was indeed reasonable, but he had planted flowers for so many years and had never been questioned, but today he was picked out by a mere woman, and it was inevitable that he was unhappy. So he glanced at Lu Mengjian noncommittally, "Then what remedy do you have?" "

"Although the tree has grown roughly now, it is not irreversible. You can take advantage of the spring when the branches become green and flexible, press this branch down slightly, let the other parts grow, and then trim it slightly when the branches and leaves are luxuriant. As for the appearance of the tiger's head, I have to say that the boss is indeed first-class, but if you try to do as little as possible, it will be more natural if you focus on pulling and pressing. Lu Mengjian said, and gestured to the golden cinnamon branch with his hand, the technique was very old-fashioned, Zhao Jizhong stood aside and frowned and listened carefully and nodded continuously.

"I can't imagine that the girl has such an understanding of this potted plant at such a young age, disrespectful and disrespectful!" Zhao Jizhong smiled on his face at this time, and looked at Lu Mengjian, "I don't know which pot the girl wants to take away when she comes to Zhao's store today?" "

Lu Mengjian heard the change in the boss's tone, and couldn't help but admire Boss Zhao's face-changing skills, but as the saying goes, you don't want to hit a smiling person, not to mention that Lu Mengjian came to buy flowers today.

"I don't know if there are unpruned flower seedlings in Boss Zhao's shop, the slave family heard that the flower seedlings in Zhao's cloud flower shop are famous for being easy to survive, so I want to buy some back today, so I can plant them and play with them."

"There are flower seedlings, but since there are ready-made potted plants, why do girls have to spend all this effort to plant them themselves, not to mention the time-consuming, just the daily watering and fertilization and shaping, it is not easy, this is all manual work," Boss Zhao tried his best to persuade, after all, the flower seedlings have not yet taken shape, and now they can only earn back the capital by selling them, so it is better to sell beautiful bonsai directly.

"Ready-made bonsai is good, but unfortunately now it has been determined, the cultivation process is inevitably less fun, it is better to plant flower seedlings directly to be practical," Lu Mengjian insisted, but retained the most important point, that is, it can be shaped according to the situation, most of the bonsai shapes sold in flower shops are specific, there is nothing new, since the seedlings are raised, but can have more time and ideas to create a work of art.

Although Zhao Jizhong was not happy in his heart, he still took Lu Mengjian to the backyard to select several types of flower seedlings, and selected more than 20 strong flower seedlings, including several kinds of potted plants such as laurel, dragon cypress, pomegranate, etc., and carefully bundled and wrapped the roots. He also took a lot of daffodils, lilies, hyacinths, and several kinds of moon flowers and put them in Lu Mengjian's hands.

For these alone, it cost nearly twenty taels of silver, and Lu Mengjian stuffed the flower seeds directly into his pocket, but the flower seedlings and bulbs were inconvenient to carry on his body, so he thought about calling a carriage directly to transport them home.

Suddenly thinking of the lack of many ingredients at home, Lu Mengjian touched the purse on the cuffs, and asked Boss Zhao about the location of the grain store, entrusted Zhao Jizhong to take care of it, and temporarily stored those flower seedlings in the store, the time was afternoon, and Lu Mengjian hurriedly ran to the market next to it.

Along the way, I bought a complete set of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, bought two bags of fine noodles and a bag of coarse cornmeal, and thought that Lin Daimo was poisoned and weak, so he cut two catties of meat for him to use to replenish his body. When he saw the fried dumplings sold on the side of the road, he weighed a pound and carried it in his hand. By the way, he hired a carriage at the price of 80 wen, took the flower seedlings from the cloud flower shop, and sent them directly to Shita Village.

Aunt Li didn't worry about Lu Mengjian going out alone, and she had to go to the entrance of the village every once in a while to have a look. After noon, there was still no trace of Lu Mengjian, so he sent Zhong'er to guard at the entrance of the village.

The sun was setting in the west, and Zhong'er saw a strange carriage coming towards the village, so he looked up and took a second look, and saw Lu Mengjian lifting the curtain to look out, and hurriedly ran home to report to Aunt Li.

While talking, the carriage had come to the door, Aunt Li heard the sound of the carriage and immediately ran to the door, and saw that Lu Mengjian was moving things out of the carriage, so she hurriedly took a hand and moved all the things on the carriage, and it was inevitable that she was a little puzzled when she saw dozens of saplings.

"Lin Niangzi, there are saplings on our mountain, why do you still buy them from the city, isn't this a waste of money, if you have that money, it is better to buy more food, what a waste!" Aunt Li complained a few words distressedly, but unexpectedly, Lu Mengjian heard that the flower seedlings were mentioned, so she hurriedly put down the things in her hand and ran to Aunt Li, and carefully placed those flower seedlings on the ground, for fear of breaking one branch and one leaf.

"Aunt Li, don't worry, didn't you buy food too, I will still count on these saplings to live in the future," Lu Mengjian smiled slyly, turned around and paid the fare, and then slowly moved the things to the yard.

It's a pity that I didn't buy a suitable pot this time, so I could only plant the flower seedlings in the open space in the yard first. Lu Mengjian thought that the next time he entered the city, he must draw a good drawing and burn some beautiful flower pots, otherwise although there is enough space for the flower seedlings to be planted on the ground, it will be extremely troublesome to take care of them in the future.

Putting the flower seedlings aside, Lu Mengjian remembered Lin Daimo who was lying on the bed, and after taking the steamed dumplings to Zhong'er to eat, he greeted Aunt Li again, and hurriedly walked to the room.

After two days of recuperation, Lin Daimo was gradually fine, and at this moment, he was leaning on the pillow and holding this poetry book to see it fascinatingly, and he didn't notice Lu Mengjian approaching at all, and he was startled when he heard the sound of talking.

"How are you?" Lu Mengjian stared at his face and took a closer look, and found that his face had returned to normal, so he was relieved, but Lin Daimo was furious by her.

"Hmm," Lin Dai replied, his eyes falling on the book again. Lu Mengjian didn't care, walked to the courtyard with peace of mind, found a shovel from Aunt Li, and dug a pit in the courtyard. But she had just watched others plant trees from afar with great ease, but when it was her turn to plant, she felt powerless, and it took a long time to dig a disc-sized pit, and she couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

When Aunt Li saw the way she took the shovel, she knew that she had never done farm work, so she took the shovel with a smile, and dug a big pit after dividing it by two, which made Lu Mengjian's mouth open wide. The two of them dug a pit and buried the seedlings, and in less than an hour, more than 20 seedlings were planted. Then he chose a piece of land in the courtyard, turned over the soil twice, planted the bulbs and flowers, and watered them all again, and the sky was already dark.

"Hey, I really didn't know that planting flowers would be so tiring before," After one afternoon, Lu Mengjian was already suffering from back pain, and Aunt Li had already been used to farm work on weekdays, so she didn't feel anything, just smiled and looked at Lu Mengjian grinning.

"Lin Niangzi, you have never been in the field before, of course you will feel tired, but why do you suddenly want to plant so many saplings, although they look good in the yard, but they are not good to eat...... Aunt Li asked puzzled.

"These flowers are not for seeing, but for selling, Aunt Li, don't look at these saplings now, they are inconspicuous, but after a while, they will become different," Lu Mengjian explained with a smile, thinking that a pot of golden cinnamon in the flower shop could be sold for as much as nine taels, and he couldn't help but be full of longing for the future.

"But no matter how I look at it, it's no different from the trees on the mountain, Mrs. Lin, you don't really plan to live on this in the future," Aunt Li was suspicious, looking at these saplings carefully, but she didn't find anything unusual at all. Looking at Lu Mengjian's excited expression, he couldn't help but shake his head regretfully.

Lu Mengjian understood Aunt Li's suspicions, but since she had already decided, there was no turning back, so she deliberately diverted the topic and talked about what she had seen and heard in the city, and a few words caused Aunt Li to laugh, and she didn't mention the sapling.

In the blink of an eye, the sun set, Aunt Li was about to leave with a shovel, Lu Mengjian hurriedly grabbed her and said, "Just have dinner here tonight, if it weren't for you these days, I'm afraid I wouldn't know where to bury my bones at this moment......"

"Lin Niangzi, don't say that, we have to thank Mr. for teaching us Zhong'er to read, and besides, everyone will be neighbors in the future, don't they all say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, why be so polite, Zhong'er and his father will come back later, I won't eat here......" Aunt Li shirked, Lu Mengjian was helpless, so she had to let her leave with Zhong'er.

Lu Mengjian returned to the kitchen and cut off a piece of meat, while the rest was still strung with rope and hung in a well in the corner of the courtyard. Chop the meat into a fine minced form, and take out a cabbage sent by Aunt Li yesterday, chop it into fine foam, chop it together with the minced meat, mix it well, and add some salt and oil to it. After living a small half pot of thin noodles, kneading them well, and cutting out small round cakes, I realized that there was no rolling pin at home.