The Little Days of the Great Landlord
Chapter 36 Cui Bamboo
Chapter 36 Cui Bamboo
"It is said that orchids are the gentlemen of flowers, with the most unrestrained posture and known for their tranquility and elegance, so they are also known as Clivia. Having a few pots at home can cultivate their sentiments." Sun Fangfang pointed to a pot of orchids, and said to Wei Qingqing and Zheng Baoer said.
"Elder Sister is really knowledgeable..." The flower seller was an old man in his sixties. Hearing Sun Fangfang's words, he couldn't help but provoke Big Brother, with a look of admiration on his face.
"..." Also called eldest sister, how old am I?Sun Fangfang felt a fire burning in her heart, but seeing that the old man was so old, she didn't say much, and wandered to another booth.
"This chrysanthemum is the most insignificant. The other flowers have all faded away, so it's the only one that can show its strength. If you want to be lonely, you can learn from other people's plum blossoms and bloom in winter..." I don't know why, but Sun Fangfang just doesn't like chrysanthemums. , especially looking at the petals of the chrysanthemum, I gritted my teeth.
"My sister, our chrysanthemum is quite famous. Tao Yuanming, the great poet of the Northern Wei Dynasty, also said, 'Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and see Nanshan leisurely'. This chrysanthemum can not only be seen, but also used as medicine. "The owner of the chrysanthemum stall was a middle-aged woman in her forties, and when she heard Sun Fangfang's words, she directly refuted unwillingly.
"Sister, Tao Yuanming is from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, okay?" Sun Fangfang said.
"I don't care if he goes east or west, goes south or goes north, he just wrote poems for my chrysanthemums." The chrysanthemum stall owner rolled his eyes and said.
"Hehe." Wei Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed, this stall owner is so interesting.
"Yes, yes, your chrysanthemums are the most famous." Sun Fangfang responded twice and walked away.
Wei Qingqing pulled Zheng Bao'er, smiled, followed closely behind, and followed suit.
"Young people nowadays are really uneducated. Even Tao Yuanming doesn't know that he was a great poet in the Tang Dynasty." The chrysanthemum stall owner looked at the backs of the three of them with contempt, and curled his lips.
"This is Impatiens, also called henna, which is used to dye fingernails. I planted it at home when I was a child." Wei Qingqing squatted down when she saw the small plants with small purple, pink or red flowers. , looked carefully, and stretched out his fingers, grabbed two petals, crushed them lightly, and a trace of red juice stained his fingers.
"Sister, do you want henna?" The henna seller is a little girl carrying a schoolbag. She is about fifteen or sixteen years old. She looks a little timid. She is holding a junior high school English textbook .
"Aunt Qingqing, we also have henna at home, but they are all red, not purple or pink. I still have a lot of flower seeds, and I will bring them to you when I go back." Zheng Baoer also squatted in the wei By Qingqing's side.
"Well, thank you Bao'er." Wei Qingqing pinched Zheng Baoer's little cheek, then looked at the little flower seller: "little sister, how do you sell this henna?"
"Two yuan per plant." The little girl said timidly.
"Give me two plants, the purple one and the pink one. By the way, do you sell seeds?"
"Yes, fifty cents a bag." The little girl took out a small paper bag from her small schoolbag, "This bag contains twenty seeds."
"Give me two packs of purple and pink..." Wei Qingqing said.
"Sister, wait a moment." The little girl quickly picked out two plants from the purple and pink henna, then wrapped them in plastic bags, picked them up in her schoolbag, and picked out four small paper bags, " It's 10 dollars in total."
"Here." Wei Qingqing handed the money to the little girl, and the little girl thanked her quickly with a shy smile.
"I said, how do you sell this bamboo?" When Wei Qingqing was buying henna, Sun Fangfang was standing in front of a small bamboo stall, and there were a lot of green bamboos up and down. These green bamboos are indeed beautiful, but they are thin. Looking at it, it always makes people feel that they seem to be missing something, and they always feel that they are too tender.
"50 plants a piece." The bamboo seller was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked a little bookish. He was wearing a plastic framed myopia and was holding a collection of poems in his hand. Hearing Sun Fangfang's question, his head turned Did not lift.
"Is it a little expensive?"
"Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, said that it is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Without meat, people are tired, and without bamboo, they are vulgar. Only 50 plants are sold, which is already very cheap."
"Then what do you mean by that, how much do you plan to sell it for?"
"priceless……"
Sun Fangfang was used to being a leader in the company, and seeing that he had a lot of skills, he felt that this person was a little crazy, or he was a nerd, and he had bad ideas as soon as he rolled his eyes, and said: "Old Bai from the Tang Dynasty said that Takemoto Solid, solid to build virtue; bamboo is straight, straight to stand upright; bamboo heart is empty, empty to show body; bamboo knot, chaste to establish aspirations. I think these bamboos are not valuable in themselves, but these qualities of bamboo are valuable, no, These qualities cannot be measured by money.”
"I didn't expect to be a fellow..." The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, and looked at Sun Fangfang, "The eldest sister also loves bamboo?"
"I don't like bamboo, I'm just talking casually," Sun Fangfang said with a faint smile, "I don't know if my elder brother has any difficulties at home? Otherwise, why would you be willing to sell these bamboos?"
"I am ashamed to say that I am a member of the Ancient Literature Society of Yungu County. I love the three friends of Suihan all my life. Every time I see them, I will buy them and plant them at home. As a result, my life savings are running out. Now my eldest son is admitted to Peking University for the college entrance examination. But the tuition fee is quite huge, so I can only reluctantly part with it and sell the green bamboo to raise tuition." The middle-aged man shook his head in distress.
"Life is so helpless! Back then, Tang Bohu, a romantic talent, with peerless poetry and unparalleled painting skills, was also bowed down by the hardships of life? The so-called "qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops" later became "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea" So, it's a pity that a generation of romantic talents has become ordinary people in the market..." Sun Fangfang shook her head and sighed pretendingly.
"Alas!" The middle-aged man also had a distressed look on his face, it was obvious that Sun Fangfang hit the pain point in his heart, how similar is he today to that flamboyant Tang Yin back then?
"Hey! That's how life is. There are a lot of things about bending your waist for five buckets of rice. Think about it." Sun Fangfang said.
"Alas..." The face of the middle-aged man changed from sorrow to misery, and when he looked at his beloved green bamboo, water rippled in his eyes.
"Bamboo is so strong that it cannot be broken or humiliated. It is the greatest insult to bamboo if it is sold like a commodity. However, if you have to sell it, you will sell it. Bamboo is still bamboo after all. If you insult it, it will It’s still growing.” Sun Fangfang is too bad, this sentence is like adding fuel to the flames, the middle-aged man showed shame, suddenly covered his face, squatted on the ground, and started to cry, attracting countless people’s attention .
"Hey, hey, it has nothing to do with me, I didn't bully you..." Sun Fangfang would never have thought that a big man would cry whenever he said he wanted to, so her scalp exploded, and she quickly separated the relationship.
"I heard it all. You just intentionally provoked him. Why are you doing this?" Wei Qingqing pulled Sun Fangfang aside and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Who made him pretend to be noble..." Sun Fangfang muttered in a low voice: "Besides, he is too unmanly, he will cry when he says he wants to cry."
"Do you think everyone is flamboyant like your family?" Wei Qingqing gave her a blank look.
"Hello Yang Ming..." Sun Fangfang wrinkled her nose at Wei Qingqing.
"Big brother, don't cry, what's there to cry about? I heard what the girl said just now, and what she said makes sense. What we have to learn is the quality of bamboo. You insulted bamboo, and bamboo is not good. Is it still how to grow? When did you understand this truth, you will truly understand bamboo." An old man carrying a birdcage walked over and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.
"Old Huang is right. The bamboo in the pot is an ornamental plant. Only when it is swaying in the wind and rain can it grow into a real bamboo. Brother, you really should get out of your own circle and get along with everyone, you can understand It makes a lot of sense." An old man holding a white cat stood beside Lao Huang.
"Old Li, stay away from me, you bastard, you just sold your dead black cat a few days ago, why did you buy a white one today?" Lao Huang immediately put the bird cage in his arms, Watching the white cat in Lao Li's arms warily.
"Well, this old Huang, after our family sold Miaomiao, my granddaughter quit and she has been arguing with me for several days..." Lao Li smiled bitterly.
"You...you stay away from me..." Lao Huang noticed that the white cat's eyes had never left his cage, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back in fright.
"Meow..." With a meow, the big white cat jumped out of Lao Li's arms and rushed towards Lao Huang's birdcage. Then, like lightning, it stretched its claws into the birdcage and grabbed the yellow bird inside. He put it in his mouth and killed him with one bite, then rushed back to Lao Li's arms like lightning with the yellow bird in his mouth.
"Old Li, I'm fighting with you...I'm fighting with you..." Uncle Huang's eyes were red, and he raised the empty birdcage above his head, and the grains of water poured out, pouring the water that filled Uncle Huang's eyes. His head was all over his face, but Uncle Huang didn't care at all, and threw the bird cage at Uncle Li.
Uncle Li quickly hid, with an apologetic smile all over his face: "Old Huang, I really didn't mean to..."
Uncle Huang was already in a state of berserk, groping around, looking for a weapon in his hand, when he glanced around, he saw green bamboos growing tall and straight, snapped one of them, raised his arm and hit.
"Old Huang, you're crazy, you're really beating..." Lao Li was so frightened that he hurried around, causing the whole flower market to become a little chaotic.
"Did you see it? This is the legendary cat of Lao Li, the black horror in Bird City."
"It's really weird. Why does Lao Li's cat only eat birds in cages? Isn't it so wretched?"
Some people in the know started pointing at the two old men who were chasing after them, and started discussing them interestingly.
"Your family's Meow Meow, you bought it from their family?" Sun Fangfang pointed to the escaped Uncle Li and said.
"Yang Ming said that the old man who sells cats is quite famous in the bird market. It seems to be something like 'Old Li's cat, which only eats birds in cages'." Wei Qingqing couldn't help being a little shocked when she witnessed the scene of the white cat 'predating'.
An old aunt who went to the market next to her heard the words and interjected: "That's right, the cat you bought belongs to their family. It's strange to say that no matter what kind of cat, as long as it passes through Lao Li's hands, it will fall in love with you." Catch birds in cages to eat."
After this scene, the two sisters also lost their minds about visiting the market, so they bought some flowers and seeds at random in the flower market. Anyway, they were all planted in the small valley, and they were not potted plants. It doesn't matter if they are rough.
Don't look at just buying two or three plants of each kind, but they can't stand the variety. In the end, when they got together, they found that there were so many flowers and plants. A transport vehicle pulls these flowers and plants back.
After hiring a transport vehicle and moving all the flowers and plants into the carriage, the three of them sat on the curb, waiting for Zhang Yang to come back.
When Zheng Baoer ate the fifth stick of candied haws, Zhang Yang finally came late...
ps: Ask for recommendation, ask for collection...
(End of this chapter)
"It is said that orchids are the gentlemen of flowers, with the most unrestrained posture and known for their tranquility and elegance, so they are also known as Clivia. Having a few pots at home can cultivate their sentiments." Sun Fangfang pointed to a pot of orchids, and said to Wei Qingqing and Zheng Baoer said.
"Elder Sister is really knowledgeable..." The flower seller was an old man in his sixties. Hearing Sun Fangfang's words, he couldn't help but provoke Big Brother, with a look of admiration on his face.
"..." Also called eldest sister, how old am I?Sun Fangfang felt a fire burning in her heart, but seeing that the old man was so old, she didn't say much, and wandered to another booth.
"This chrysanthemum is the most insignificant. The other flowers have all faded away, so it's the only one that can show its strength. If you want to be lonely, you can learn from other people's plum blossoms and bloom in winter..." I don't know why, but Sun Fangfang just doesn't like chrysanthemums. , especially looking at the petals of the chrysanthemum, I gritted my teeth.
"My sister, our chrysanthemum is quite famous. Tao Yuanming, the great poet of the Northern Wei Dynasty, also said, 'Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and see Nanshan leisurely'. This chrysanthemum can not only be seen, but also used as medicine. "The owner of the chrysanthemum stall was a middle-aged woman in her forties, and when she heard Sun Fangfang's words, she directly refuted unwillingly.
"Sister, Tao Yuanming is from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, okay?" Sun Fangfang said.
"I don't care if he goes east or west, goes south or goes north, he just wrote poems for my chrysanthemums." The chrysanthemum stall owner rolled his eyes and said.
"Hehe." Wei Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed, this stall owner is so interesting.
"Yes, yes, your chrysanthemums are the most famous." Sun Fangfang responded twice and walked away.
Wei Qingqing pulled Zheng Bao'er, smiled, followed closely behind, and followed suit.
"Young people nowadays are really uneducated. Even Tao Yuanming doesn't know that he was a great poet in the Tang Dynasty." The chrysanthemum stall owner looked at the backs of the three of them with contempt, and curled his lips.
"This is Impatiens, also called henna, which is used to dye fingernails. I planted it at home when I was a child." Wei Qingqing squatted down when she saw the small plants with small purple, pink or red flowers. , looked carefully, and stretched out his fingers, grabbed two petals, crushed them lightly, and a trace of red juice stained his fingers.
"Sister, do you want henna?" The henna seller is a little girl carrying a schoolbag. She is about fifteen or sixteen years old. She looks a little timid. She is holding a junior high school English textbook .
"Aunt Qingqing, we also have henna at home, but they are all red, not purple or pink. I still have a lot of flower seeds, and I will bring them to you when I go back." Zheng Baoer also squatted in the wei By Qingqing's side.
"Well, thank you Bao'er." Wei Qingqing pinched Zheng Baoer's little cheek, then looked at the little flower seller: "little sister, how do you sell this henna?"
"Two yuan per plant." The little girl said timidly.
"Give me two plants, the purple one and the pink one. By the way, do you sell seeds?"
"Yes, fifty cents a bag." The little girl took out a small paper bag from her small schoolbag, "This bag contains twenty seeds."
"Give me two packs of purple and pink..." Wei Qingqing said.
"Sister, wait a moment." The little girl quickly picked out two plants from the purple and pink henna, then wrapped them in plastic bags, picked them up in her schoolbag, and picked out four small paper bags, " It's 10 dollars in total."
"Here." Wei Qingqing handed the money to the little girl, and the little girl thanked her quickly with a shy smile.
"I said, how do you sell this bamboo?" When Wei Qingqing was buying henna, Sun Fangfang was standing in front of a small bamboo stall, and there were a lot of green bamboos up and down. These green bamboos are indeed beautiful, but they are thin. Looking at it, it always makes people feel that they seem to be missing something, and they always feel that they are too tender.
"50 plants a piece." The bamboo seller was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked a little bookish. He was wearing a plastic framed myopia and was holding a collection of poems in his hand. Hearing Sun Fangfang's question, his head turned Did not lift.
"Is it a little expensive?"
"Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, said that it is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Without meat, people are tired, and without bamboo, they are vulgar. Only 50 plants are sold, which is already very cheap."
"Then what do you mean by that, how much do you plan to sell it for?"
"priceless……"
Sun Fangfang was used to being a leader in the company, and seeing that he had a lot of skills, he felt that this person was a little crazy, or he was a nerd, and he had bad ideas as soon as he rolled his eyes, and said: "Old Bai from the Tang Dynasty said that Takemoto Solid, solid to build virtue; bamboo is straight, straight to stand upright; bamboo heart is empty, empty to show body; bamboo knot, chaste to establish aspirations. I think these bamboos are not valuable in themselves, but these qualities of bamboo are valuable, no, These qualities cannot be measured by money.”
"I didn't expect to be a fellow..." The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise, and looked at Sun Fangfang, "The eldest sister also loves bamboo?"
"I don't like bamboo, I'm just talking casually," Sun Fangfang said with a faint smile, "I don't know if my elder brother has any difficulties at home? Otherwise, why would you be willing to sell these bamboos?"
"I am ashamed to say that I am a member of the Ancient Literature Society of Yungu County. I love the three friends of Suihan all my life. Every time I see them, I will buy them and plant them at home. As a result, my life savings are running out. Now my eldest son is admitted to Peking University for the college entrance examination. But the tuition fee is quite huge, so I can only reluctantly part with it and sell the green bamboo to raise tuition." The middle-aged man shook his head in distress.
"Life is so helpless! Back then, Tang Bohu, a romantic talent, with peerless poetry and unparalleled painting skills, was also bowed down by the hardships of life? The so-called "qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops" later became "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea" So, it's a pity that a generation of romantic talents has become ordinary people in the market..." Sun Fangfang shook her head and sighed pretendingly.
"Alas!" The middle-aged man also had a distressed look on his face, it was obvious that Sun Fangfang hit the pain point in his heart, how similar is he today to that flamboyant Tang Yin back then?
"Hey! That's how life is. There are a lot of things about bending your waist for five buckets of rice. Think about it." Sun Fangfang said.
"Alas..." The face of the middle-aged man changed from sorrow to misery, and when he looked at his beloved green bamboo, water rippled in his eyes.
"Bamboo is so strong that it cannot be broken or humiliated. It is the greatest insult to bamboo if it is sold like a commodity. However, if you have to sell it, you will sell it. Bamboo is still bamboo after all. If you insult it, it will It’s still growing.” Sun Fangfang is too bad, this sentence is like adding fuel to the flames, the middle-aged man showed shame, suddenly covered his face, squatted on the ground, and started to cry, attracting countless people’s attention .
"Hey, hey, it has nothing to do with me, I didn't bully you..." Sun Fangfang would never have thought that a big man would cry whenever he said he wanted to, so her scalp exploded, and she quickly separated the relationship.
"I heard it all. You just intentionally provoked him. Why are you doing this?" Wei Qingqing pulled Sun Fangfang aside and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Who made him pretend to be noble..." Sun Fangfang muttered in a low voice: "Besides, he is too unmanly, he will cry when he says he wants to cry."
"Do you think everyone is flamboyant like your family?" Wei Qingqing gave her a blank look.
"Hello Yang Ming..." Sun Fangfang wrinkled her nose at Wei Qingqing.
"Big brother, don't cry, what's there to cry about? I heard what the girl said just now, and what she said makes sense. What we have to learn is the quality of bamboo. You insulted bamboo, and bamboo is not good. Is it still how to grow? When did you understand this truth, you will truly understand bamboo." An old man carrying a birdcage walked over and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.
"Old Huang is right. The bamboo in the pot is an ornamental plant. Only when it is swaying in the wind and rain can it grow into a real bamboo. Brother, you really should get out of your own circle and get along with everyone, you can understand It makes a lot of sense." An old man holding a white cat stood beside Lao Huang.
"Old Li, stay away from me, you bastard, you just sold your dead black cat a few days ago, why did you buy a white one today?" Lao Huang immediately put the bird cage in his arms, Watching the white cat in Lao Li's arms warily.
"Well, this old Huang, after our family sold Miaomiao, my granddaughter quit and she has been arguing with me for several days..." Lao Li smiled bitterly.
"You...you stay away from me..." Lao Huang noticed that the white cat's eyes had never left his cage, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back in fright.
"Meow..." With a meow, the big white cat jumped out of Lao Li's arms and rushed towards Lao Huang's birdcage. Then, like lightning, it stretched its claws into the birdcage and grabbed the yellow bird inside. He put it in his mouth and killed him with one bite, then rushed back to Lao Li's arms like lightning with the yellow bird in his mouth.
"Old Li, I'm fighting with you...I'm fighting with you..." Uncle Huang's eyes were red, and he raised the empty birdcage above his head, and the grains of water poured out, pouring the water that filled Uncle Huang's eyes. His head was all over his face, but Uncle Huang didn't care at all, and threw the bird cage at Uncle Li.
Uncle Li quickly hid, with an apologetic smile all over his face: "Old Huang, I really didn't mean to..."
Uncle Huang was already in a state of berserk, groping around, looking for a weapon in his hand, when he glanced around, he saw green bamboos growing tall and straight, snapped one of them, raised his arm and hit.
"Old Huang, you're crazy, you're really beating..." Lao Li was so frightened that he hurried around, causing the whole flower market to become a little chaotic.
"Did you see it? This is the legendary cat of Lao Li, the black horror in Bird City."
"It's really weird. Why does Lao Li's cat only eat birds in cages? Isn't it so wretched?"
Some people in the know started pointing at the two old men who were chasing after them, and started discussing them interestingly.
"Your family's Meow Meow, you bought it from their family?" Sun Fangfang pointed to the escaped Uncle Li and said.
"Yang Ming said that the old man who sells cats is quite famous in the bird market. It seems to be something like 'Old Li's cat, which only eats birds in cages'." Wei Qingqing couldn't help being a little shocked when she witnessed the scene of the white cat 'predating'.
An old aunt who went to the market next to her heard the words and interjected: "That's right, the cat you bought belongs to their family. It's strange to say that no matter what kind of cat, as long as it passes through Lao Li's hands, it will fall in love with you." Catch birds in cages to eat."
After this scene, the two sisters also lost their minds about visiting the market, so they bought some flowers and seeds at random in the flower market. Anyway, they were all planted in the small valley, and they were not potted plants. It doesn't matter if they are rough.
Don't look at just buying two or three plants of each kind, but they can't stand the variety. In the end, when they got together, they found that there were so many flowers and plants. A transport vehicle pulls these flowers and plants back.
After hiring a transport vehicle and moving all the flowers and plants into the carriage, the three of them sat on the curb, waiting for Zhang Yang to come back.
When Zheng Baoer ate the fifth stick of candied haws, Zhang Yang finally came late...
ps: Ask for recommendation, ask for collection...
(End of this chapter)
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