Rebirth to the Eighties to Get Rich

Aunt Hu, who grows flowers, is rare to come over to do it this day. The main thing is to bring a bag of flower seeds to Sudan Red. For the rose flowers in her backyard, she said: "Dan Hong, do you want to sell these rose flowers? what?"

Having raised flowers for a lifetime, Aunt Hu has never seen anyone who can grow flowers so well.

Her family makes a living by growing flowers, and every flowering season there will be trucks to transport them to big cities for sale.

Business is excellent.

And her family also regards raising flowers as the foundation of their foothold, and regards flowers as more important than their own children.

Nothing is like Sudan Red. Look at what she raises. She just keeps all kinds of things, and waters it in her spare time, but she can grow so well!

Just like this rose, her family also raised them, but there was only one color, red.

Although festive, it is a bit monotonous in the end.

But for the rose flowers cultivated in Sudan, one rose can produce two or even three kinds of flowers.

This is definitely a skill.

But when she asked her if she had any way, Sudan Red didn’t know, so she probably used some chicken manure from her own. She also uses a little sheep dung.

To grow flowers is to fertilize. If you don’t fertilize, the flowers will definitely not grow well.

But for this kind of work, she usually assigns them all to do it, picking up some chicken dung and sheep dung, and then going to bury it under the flower.

There is a lot of manure on the mountain. Ji Jianyun has used all of his tens of acres of land, as well as fertilizer for the orchard, so even if there is a lot of manure, there is a place to go and it will not be wasted.

The people in the village knew that the manure on the hills of his orchard was very good for nourishing land, and sometimes they would pick some unnecessary ones, which could be fed up with pig feed, and then replaced with some fertilizer.

Aunt Hu also doesn't like to owe favors, so she usually takes some flower seeds and flower seedlings to give Sudan Red, and then chooses fertilizer.

Regarding Aunt Hu’s question, Sultan Hong refused with a smile: “On this point, it’s not worth the money to sell it. Just keep it at home for a look. The children like it.”

Aunt Hu is a bit regretful, but she also knows her temperament. As long as she likes it, even if a pot of three-color rose can be sold for more than 200 yuan, she will not sell it.

After all, her family doesn't lack money. She doesn't need to make money by selling flowers. She usually sells them specifically. For example, she will sell chrysanthemums, but she is not willing to sell other flowers.

Aunt Hu talked with her for a while, and when she returned, Sudan Red also gave her a small basket of cherries: "Auntie, take it back and give it to your grandson."

"Okay." I was familiar with Sudan Red, so Aunt Hu didn't refuse, so she took it back, and soon asked her grandson to send the basket back.

"Sanyuzi, why don't you make a lot of money if you don't sell the flowers," Yuanyuan said when she looked at her.

Although she is still young and doesn't have that big concept of money, she also knows that money can buy things. For example, she and her brother Xiangxiang will take the money to the canteen to buy some mouse **** and sour plum powder to eat.

"Our family is not short of money, so we won't sell it, and keep it for her own appreciation. Does Yuanyuan like flowers?" Sudan Hong asked.

"I like it, the flowers are very beautiful." Yuanyuan said.

Sudan Red nodded and gave her a small shower head: "Go and water the flowers. Now that the sun is getting bigger and bigger, you have to water them."

"Good." Yuanyuan nodded.

Sultan Red likes this soft and cute little girl very much. Everyone says that she looks old when she is three years old. Now Yuanyuan is four years old. You can see all her qualities. Fortunately, the little girl did not inherit her mother.

Her temperament is very gentle, and she is also very well-behaved.

However, it is also clever, especially when it comes to painting. Although the people are small, the things drawn are very formal.

It’s been a long time since Lao Zhang came to eat as a chef. Tangerines have grown up a lot this year. Ji Jianyun let her take charge of the three meals a day. Those who buy vegetables and meat are those who are in charge of Lao Zhang. He buys them and sends them to the oranges. Just do it.

In addition to cooking, oranges also do other things. They are very diligent and not lazy at all.

Because I have already cooked on the mountain, I naturally started to eat on the mountain. I don’t need to go home to eat. The food on the mountain is excellent. I was a little unaccustomed to eating on the mountain at first, but I gradually got used to it.

The little girl is also diligent and hardworking. Basically, the housework is all covered, and she also helps pick eggs and feed chickens.

With the oranges doing it for him, Lao Zhang naturally freed his hands, so he also noticed that Yuanyuan's little hand-drawn painting has great potential.

She is still young, but when she draws sheep and horses, it is very obvious what they are painting, not four hooves and one head, there is a kind of soul.

It's just because I'm still young, I can't draw much.

But after Lao Zhang saw it, he liked it a lot, and he even drew Yuanyuan a horse racing picture, which was vivid and vivid.

The three brothers Jiang Renren were impressed.

Ji Jianyun and Sudan Red also admire them. They are indeed old professors at Peking University. There is simply no such thing as him!

But Lao Zhang took it and asked Yuanyuan: "Do you think Grandpa painted well?"

"Okay." Yuanyuan was silly. She blinked her eyes and looked at the painting, obviously admiring her.

"Then do you want to learn to paint with Grandpa?" Old Zhang smiled.

"Can you?" Yuanyuan looked at him and said.

She knew that this old grandfather had always been teaching Renren.

"As long as you want to learn, you can." Lao Zhang nodded.

Yuanyuan came back to ask about Sudan Red. Naturally, Sudan Red had no objection, but when Lao Zhang came down to eat, she asked: "Will the foster father teach the two children to be too tired?"

"What is this tiring? I used to teach several classes." Lao Zhang said.

This is the truth. Sultan Hong smiled and ignored it.

So Yuanyuan started to learn to paint with Lao Zhang. Yuanyuan’s talent in painting, even Renren, was surprised. The three of their brothers would not know how to do this, but she did not expect that the four-year-old Yuanyuan will!

So Yuanyuan didn't go with Xiangxiang anymore. She liked drawing very much. After being pointed out by Lao Zhang, she made rapid progress.

"Grandpa, what do you think I should learn?" Xiangxiang felt that he could not be too idle, so he came over and asked.

"Can you learn calligraphy from your elder brother?" Lao Zhang asked.

Xiangxiang felt good, so he persisted for two days, he threw the pen and chose to play, Lao Zhang didn't say anything, it's weird that this kid can sit still, he is very skinny.

Li Zhi came over this week and brought some snacks from the county town.

"Dad, look at what I painted." Yuanyuan knew that this was his father, and she had a concept. When she saw him coming, she went to take her painting and show it to her father.