Portable space

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

"Huh?" Xing Weiping saw Zhang Taiping's Jingui on the table, and immediately let out a voice. After calling in, he had been sitting there without moving or speaking. He stood up and climbed to the place where the flowerpot was placed. next to the table.The three-pronged root of this golden osmanthus is too conspicuous and easy to identify. Although it has changed a bit, it has been together for a few years anyway, and some changes can still be recognized.Besides, the flowerpot has never been changed, it is still the one in my own home.

Xing Weiping's surprise is not small now. At that time, this golden osmanthus plant was sentenced to death. He tried to find someone to treat him, but he couldn't save it. In the end, almost all the leaves had fallen, and everyone was dead. I was sure I couldn't be saved, and in the end I had no choice but to go to the doctor in a hurry and sell it in the flower market to see if there is an expert who can buy it and save it. The money is not a problem, the main reason is that I don't want this golden osmanthus to die.

But after the 2000 yuan was sold, I really didn't have any hope, but I didn't see it die in my hands, but I already agreed in my heart that it was a dead thing.

However, a few months later, this big man gave himself a surprise. The mortal thing was actually saved, and it seemed that its vitality was stronger than before. It was really a big surprise.People who can come here are those who like flowers and trees. Just like people who like dogs and cats have grown feelings for these animals for a long time, people who love flowers and trees will also grow in love with flowers and trees that have been cared for for a long time.Xing Weiping has been growing this golden osmanthus at home for several years, and used to take time to look at it every day, watering, pruning, pruning, etc. After getting sick, it really made people feel depressed for a few days, for a long time I feel empty when I can't see this golden osmanthus.

Except for the host, Mr. Song, who had seen it before and didn't have much mood swings, the other old people were surprised, even shocked.

Mr. Tian Zhendong pointed to the golden osmanthus on the table in surprise and said to Xing Weiping with some uncertainty: "Weiping, is this your old golden osmanthus?"

Xing Weiping said: "Although the change is a bit big, it is indeed that plant. I didn't expect it to be saved. Now it is not mine, ha ha."

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

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

Xing Weiping frowned and replied: "This golden osmanthus plant was sold to this gentleman for 2000 yuan at that time, but the gentleman himself saved it from time to time."

Tian Zhendong also frowned and said, "That big guy named Zhang Taiping?"

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

The old man's name is Zhao Jingui, and like Mr. Song Tian Zhendong, he is a well-deserved leader in the field of flower and tree bonsai in Xi'an and even Guanzhong.Although there is no famous flower and tree bonsai association in the Guanzhong area, these old people are very prestigious among them. Some famous flower and tree bonsai connoisseurs or grafting experts have a number in his heart, but But there is no one like Zhang Taiping who can even save the dying osmanthus tree.

Those who knew the previous story of this golden osmanthus were a little surprised.

Zhao Jingui asked in disbelief: "Brother, who saved this life?"

Zhang Taiping said calmly, "I'm not talented, I'm really my servant."

Zhao Jingui asked immediately, "Tell me how you saved your life."

In fact, what Zhao Jingui asked in these few words was a bit out of line. As the host, Song Huiming, Mr. Song, did not come out to rescue Zhang Taiping. He learned from Yang Wanli that this Jingui plant was the big man named Zhang Taiping Although he believed that Yang Wanli would not lie to him, he did not have the right to speak if he did not see it with his own eyes. He was not sure whether Zhang Taiping saved this golden osmanthus, and he still had some doubts in his heart. I couldn't believe it, and wanted to hear what Zhang Taiping had to say.

Yang Wanli and Niu Junfeng, who didn't know what kind of plant Zhang Taiping saved before, didn't feel anything, but now they are really shocked when they hear the story of this golden osmanthus.After getting along with Zhang Taiping in the past few months, Yang Wanli also understood what kind of person Zhang Taiping was, and he didn't have any preference for fame. There is no doubt about it.It's just that I didn't think that Zhang Taiping still had this kind of ability, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was a matter of course, as if what happened to him was not strange and could be accepted.

The one who was really shocked was the indifferent woman sitting at the corner and observing Zhang Taiping all the time.Now she can already confirm that this is the same person back then, and it has changed a lot.Not only the physical changes, but also the temperamental changes, which are completely different from the people I have occasionally heard of these years.

She can sit here, dare not say that she is proficient in flowers, plants and bonsai, there will always be understanding.Bonsai and antique stone gambling have something in common, they both require a wealth of experience, but these experiences cannot be taught by textbooks, and that one does not have to pay expensive tuition fees in exchange for a whole body of valuable experience.So this is often linked to age, and it is absolutely impossible to do without certain experience.

This is not something that you can just ask a few experts for advice, or look up information on the Internet to succeed in cultivation.You have to combine what you have learned with practice to find out. The knowledge in books is dead after all. After all, you have to experience the process of bringing a few plants from alive to dead and then from dead to alive.And Zhang Taiping is only in his twenties, what experience can he have?To put it bluntly, maybe the salt he ate was not as much as the flowers that the seniors in the industry had seen. He saved the old Jingui that the seniors couldn't save?No one will believe it.

Especially if a diseased plant wants to be cured, it is not enough to have experience alone, but also to have courage, the ability to time and the ability to adapt, all of which are sublimated from the accumulation of long-term experience.

Others must have been shocked by Zhang Taiping's ability to bring it back to life, but when she looked at the person in front of her whom she hadn't seen for many years, she felt inexplicably that this was a matter of course. This feeling came so suddenly that she didn't even know what it was. .

Perhaps among the people present, only Fan Ming and Cai Xiaomei felt nothing.Fan Ming worships Zhang Taiping a bit like Yaya, she will never think anything strange happens to a big man.And although Cai Xiaomei is no longer overwhelmed by the sky-high priced bonsai plants sold here, she doesn't understand the things in this industry, and she can't appreciate anything special. It can be seen that it is a little unusual, but there is no deep and true empathy.

Zhang Taiping smiled lightly, his originally rough face gave people a feeling of poetry and books, calm and indisputable, he pursed his lips and said: "There is no special method. I bought this plant from Mr. Xing at that time. Jingui only spent 2000 yuan, and it looked like it was hopeless, so the younger generation had the intention of picking up the loopholes, and if it couldn’t be saved, it was just a lesson, and it wasn’t expensive.”

"Then what did you do then?" Zhao Jingui asked impatiently.

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

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

"That's right!" Zhang Taiping stroked his palm and said, "At that time, I took this golden osmanthus plant home and inspected it carefully, but I still didn't find the problem. Naturally, it was impossible to treat it. Tianhou was a little disappointed, and it was about to be done. In the end, the younger generation turned a dead horse into a living horse doctor, and directly poured the plant, trunk and soil out of the flower pot. It can be regarded as another village, and finally found the problem gone."

"Is it the root of the problem?"

"Senior's eyes are like torches." Zhang Taiping sent an innocuous flattery, "Guess what you found in the soil?" Zhang Taiping made a fool of himself at a critical moment.

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

There were only a few people present who were not bewitched 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 beauty sitting in the corner who has been observing Zhang Taiping and naturally puts most of his attention on Zhang Taiping.

Seeing that Zhang Taiping played such a trick and made a group of old and young men go around, he couldn't help but chuckled.

Zhang Taiping's hearing is so sensitive, he immediately turned his head to see this woman who has been sitting low-key in the corner.Seeing Zhang Taiping looking over, the woman smiled brightly at him with her mouth parted, revealing a row of neat, white pearl teeth. The bright smile made Zhang Taiping feel dazed for a while, with an illusion of déjà vu.

Zhang Taiping came back to his senses, nodded to the beauty, and then turned his head to give the answer to everyone: "It's ants! There is still a faint milk smell in it. And the fibrous roots of the plant have been eaten by ants, leaving only More than half of the tap root has been lowered."

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

After hearing this, Xing Weiping felt both annoyed and regretful, and said with a wry smile: "The kid at home doesn't like to drink milk, and always messes with milk, but I didn't expect that a good pot of golden osmanthus was almost ruined by a cup of milk. "

The others had the same expression as before.