Rebirth to the Eighties to Get Rich

Aunt Hu, who is a flower gardener, came to do it very rarely this day. The main reason was to bring a package of flower seeds to Sudan Hong, and she said to these well-raised roses in her backyard: "Dan Hong, do you want to sell these roses? what?"

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

Her family makes a living by growing flowers, and during the flowering season, trucks will be transported to big cities to sell.

Business is excellent.

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

Where is it like Sudan Hong? Look at her, she is just doing all kinds of things, and she has nothing to do to water her, but she can grow so well!

For example, this rose, her family also raised, but only one color, red.

Although it was festive, it was a little monotonous in the end.

However, the roses raised in Sudan can produce two or even three kinds of flowers on a single rose.

It's definitely a thing.

But when I asked her if she had any way to do it, Sultan Hong didn't know either, so she probably used a bit of her own chicken dung? She also uses a little sheep dung.

More flowers also need fertilization, if you don’t fertilize, the flowers will definitely not grow well.

However, she usually assigns Qi Qi to do this kind of work, pick up some chicken manure and sheep manure, and then bury them under the flowers.

There is a lot of excrement on the mountain. Ji Jianjun used it on his dozens of acres of land, as well as fertilizer in the orchard, so even if there is a lot of excrement, it has its own place and will not be wasted.

The people in the village know that the manure on the hills of his orchard is very nourishing, and sometimes they will choose some that are no longer needed, which can be fed to the pigs, and then replaced with some fertilizer.

Aunt Hu doesn't like to owe favors either, so she usually brings some flower seeds and seedlings to Sudan Red, and then picks up fertilizer.

As for Aunt Hu's question, Sultan Hong refused with a smile: "That's it, it's not worth the money to sell it, so let's keep it at home to see, the children like it very much."

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

After all, her family is not short of money, and she doesn't need to sell flowers to make money. What she can sell is usually what she specifically intends to sell, such as chrysanthemums, she will sell them, and she is not very willing to sell others.

Aunt Hu chatted with her for a while, and when she went back, Sultan Hong also gave her a small basket of cherries: "Auntie, take it back for my grandson to eat."

"Okay." She was very familiar with Sudan Hong, so Aunt Hu didn't refuse, so she took it back, and soon asked her grandson to bring the basket back.

"San Guzi, why don't you sell Huahua, you can make a lot of money." Yuanyuan looked at her and said.

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

"Our family is not short of money, so I won't sell it. I will keep it for myself. Does Yuanyuan like flowers?" Sultan Hong asked.

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

Sudan Hong nodded and gave her a small shower: "Go and water the flowers, now that the sun is getting bigger and bigger, you need to water them."

"Okay." Yuanyuan nodded.

Sultan Hong likes this soft and cute little girl very much. People say that she looks old at the age of three. Now Yuanyuan is four years old, and she can see all kinds of qualities. Fortunately, the little girl did not inherit her mother.

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

However, he is also clever, especially in painting, although the person is small, the things he draws are very shaped.

It's been a long time since Lao Zhang came down to eat because he was in charge of the chef. The oranges have grown a lot this year. Ji Jianyun let her be the chef. He was responsible for three meals a day, and Lao Zhang was in charge of buying vegetables and meat. He bought them and sent them over. be responsible for doing it.

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

Since I have already cooked on the mountain, I naturally started to eat on the mountain. I don't have to go home to eat. The food on the mountain is excellent. I was not used to eating on the mountain at first, but I got used to it gradually.

The little girl is also diligent and willing to work. Basically, she covers all the housework, and even helps to pick up eggs and feed the chickens.

With oranges to do the work, Lao Zhang naturally freed up his hands, so he noticed that the paintings drawn by Yuanyuan's little hands have great potential.

She is still young, but when she draws sheep and horses, you can clearly see what they are drawing, not the kind with four hooves and one head, there is a kind of soul.

Just because I was young, I couldn't draw much.

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

The three brothers Jiang Renren admired them too much.

Ji Jianyun and Sultan Hong also admired it. They are indeed old professors of Peking University.

But Lao Zhang brought it over and asked Yuanyuan, "Do you think grandpa is good at painting?"

"Okay." Yuanyuan was fascinated, she blinked at the painting, obviously admiring it.

"Then do you want to learn painting with grandpa?" Lao Zhang said with a smile.

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

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

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

Yuanyuan came back and asked Sultan Hong, who naturally had no objection, but asked when Lao Zhang came down to eat, "Will the foster father be too tired to teach the two children?"

"Why is this tiring, I used to teach a few classes." Lao Zhang said.

This is true, Sultan Hong smiled and didn't care.

So, Yuanyuan began to learn to paint with old Zhang. Even Renren was surprised by Yuanyuan's talent in painting. The three brothers would not be able to do this, but unexpectedly, the four-year-old boy Yuanyuan will!

Therefore, Yuanyuan stopped working with Xiangxiang. She liked painting very much. After being instructed by Lao Zhang, she made rapid progress.

"Grandpa, what do you think I can learn?" Xiangxiang felt that he couldn't be too idle, so he came over and asked.

"How about you learn calligraphy with your eldest brother?" Lao Zhang asked.

Xiangxiang thought it was good, so after two days, he threw his pen and chose to play. Lao Zhang didn't say anything. It's no wonder 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 drew." Yuanyuan knew that it was his father, and she already had a concept. When she saw him coming, she went and took her drawing and showed it to her father.