Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 232 Selling Clivia
In the early morning, He Chang was putting on his clothes, came out of Tian Yao's room, stretched his waist, took a breath of fresh air, and sighed:
"The technique in this room is really wonderful!"

Immediately afterwards, He Changzai walked to the door of his room, woke up Ren Yingying, and took her up the mountain to see the flowers planted outside the bamboo house.

On the way, He Changzai said to Ren Yingying:
"A person's life is very short, why indulge in the vortex of hatred, unable to extricate himself, I told you yesterday to let go, have you realized it?"

Ren Yingying said coldly: "If you don't take revenge, you won't be angry, you can't eat well, you can't sleep well... I'm sorry, brother, and I'm even more sorry for myself!"

He Changzai asked: "I don't know if you have watched Yitian Tulongji?"

Ren Yingying frowned slightly, and replied: "I saw it, what's the matter!"

He Changzai said in a deep voice: "Look at Zhang Wuji in it. His parents were forced to death by various sects. Isn't he still a kind-hearted person? This is the chivalrous spirit that a martial arts practitioner should have... Besides, Mu Zhigui is dead, why would you drag your grievances on a little girl!"

Ren Yingying smacked her lips, trying to say something, but couldn't say it.

Not long after, the two went up the mountain.

He Changzai glanced at Wang Min who was sweeping the bamboo forest.

Then, I used a homemade wooden shower to fetch mountain spring water and water the flowers in the bonsai outside the house, looking very comfortable.

When Murong heard the movement, he came out of the bamboo house, and after seeing Ren Yingying, he couldn't help but show timidity, and hid behind He Changzai.

Seeing Murong's ignorant and ignorant face, Ren Yingying remembered her childhood, and couldn't bear to do it.

He Changzai said to Murong: "Girl, go back to the bamboo house and find your sister Han Shuang!"

Murong Chong nodded at He Changzai, and ran back to the bamboo house.

He Changzai handed the shower in his hand to Ren Yingying and said:

"Come on, water these flowers and experience life!"

Ren Yingying curled her lips and said disdainfully:
"Although these flowers are very beautiful, they grow in the mountains and fields, and when they bloom and fall, no one cares about them... I don't have time to do worthless things!"

He Changzai smiled lightly, "Zhilan was born in the deep valley, and it is not because there are no people that it is not beautiful... Everything in this world is not judged by value. More often, whether to do something or not is more important Feeling!"

Ren Yingying snorted coldly, "You flowers grow in the deep mountains, and their fate is doomed... No matter how beautiful it blooms, it's useless if no one appreciates it. It's just a flower blooming and failing, and it's just an unknown life!"

He Changzai said:
"Then what if I can sell this flower for its due value!"

Ren Yingying frowned slightly, thinking: "I can promise you one condition!"

"Why don't you trouble Murong in the future!"

"Then what if you lose!"

"I let you go, and I will never intervene if you do something to Murong in the future!"

"Okay, but these flowers of yours must be sold at a price of 30 per pot!"

"A word is settled!"

After He Chang said something, he took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Youxian's poems that Han Shuang helped him pack into the bamboo house.

I picked two pots of good Clivia and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Ren Yingying scratched her head and said with a puzzled expression:

"Aren't you going to sell orchids? Why go up the mountain!"

He Changzai said calmly: "There are wooden kites on the top of Nanshan Mountain, and tourists go up to watch it every day. Although there are not many people, as far as these two pots of orchids are concerned, they can be easily sold!"

Ren Yingying curled her lips, obviously not optimistic about He Changzai.

Not long after, the two went up the mountain.

He Changzai put two simple, quiet, elegant and fresh pots of orchids, one white and one yellow, on the mountain to let them bask in the sun.

He spread the rice paper on the ground, put the ink into the inkstone, and grinded it with an ink stick.

Turning over the poems of Youxian, calmed down, picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, and started to copy.

Last night, although Ren Yingying was drunk.

But in a daze, she still heard some voices from the next door that made her feel flushed and disturbed in her heart.

Now, Ren Yingying looked at He Changzai's writing, not aggressive, gentle and elegant, with a kind of free and easy writing.

There was a look of surprise on his face, and he couldn't believe that this thing could be written by a dissolute person like him.

Just when He Chang was immersed in imitating Youxian's poems and couldn't extricate himself.

A burly man with an unshaven beard and a slender woman with a slim waist and a charming face went up the mountain.

The two saw He Changzai and Ren Yingying with a glance, and couldn't help but speak.

"Brother Wei, look at someone writing over there, let's go and have a look!"

"Xu Fan, let's go and see what this kid wrote!"

While talking, the two walked to He Changzai.

Wei Yue looked at the words written by He Changzai, with a smile on his face, and praised:
"Young man, the handwriting is not bad, do you sell calligraphy?"

He Chang stopped writing, put it on the inkstone, looked up at Wei Yue, and said calmly: "Writing is just a hobby, just for peace of mind, I don't sell it, I'm selling these two pots of Clivia in front of you...you buy it My Clivia, I can send you a picture!"

Xu Fan walked to Clivia, knelt down, sniffed, and exclaimed:
"Brother Wei, these flowers are so beautiful and fragrant, buy a pot!"

Although Wei Yue is an old man, he saw that the Clivia really bloomed beautifully, not only the flowers, but also the flower pots.

So, looking at He Changzai, he asked:

"You flowers, how much is a pot!"

He Chang said calmly, "30 per pot, no bargaining!"

Wei Yue showed a look of surprise, opened his mouth wide, couldn't help taking a breath, and said: "Boy, I heard it right, a pot of orchids costs 30 yuan, it's too dark, why don't you Go grab it!"

Xu Fan on the side agreed, "Yes, although your flower is beautiful, it is just a flower after all, and it is not made of golden branches and jade leaves. I think 31 pots are about the same!"

Seeing that two people finally came, Ren Yingying thought it was too expensive, so she was secretly happy.

At the same time, some worry about gains and losses.

I don't know if He Changzai loses, will he be able to deal with the little girl Murong.

He Changzai looked at Wei Yue and said sincerely:
"You get what you pay for, I'm already selling this thing at a low price just to bet with the girl next to me... There are not many opportunities, if you buy it, you will earn it!"

Wei Yue looked at He Changzai, with a look of contempt on his face, and said:
"Boy, don't you think you're crazy about money? In this day and age, which fool would spend 30 yuan to buy a pot of flowers!"

Xu Fan sarcastically said: "It is said that country people are dark-hearted and have never seen the world. I didn't expect you to be so dark. You dare to open your mouth like a lion for a pot of flowers and ask for a sky-high price of 30. What a fantasy!"

At this moment, a girl of medium build, wearing a floral skirt, exquisite appearance, giving people a sense of ice and snow intelligence, went up the mountain.

(End of this chapter)