"a black pearl appeared on the trunk, and the neighbours thought you painted it." - don't laugh. Someone's been raising garbogo for three years。
To turn it from a "green background board" to a "caller machine", to throw away the fantasy of "sweet grapes = mere long." this is a tropical native who is afraid to stay cold and loses 10°c and leaves become rags; when the water is flooded, the whole body is “on strike”. So number one: don't worry about the flower pot, how big the drain hole is, throw the soil into half a bag of corrugated coconut shells, then mix it with decomposed goat dung, simulate its home brazil's rainforest sandbag, and breathe well before the results come out。
Number two, tough. The spring has just sprouts, so don't rush to cuddle up the top two buds — yes, the “tops”. The wound tells the plant that "i've been eaten and i have to have a baby," and then the sprouts come out, and the place that blooms next year is squeezed out. You don't want to? Then you keep looking at the trunk as a dryer。
Number three, eccentric. Nitrogen was given four months ago to make it long; only potassium phosphorus was fed after may, and a spoon of potassium phosphate was poured into the water for ten days, on time, as a debt. Seeing the edges of the leaves slightly awry, the pulverized leaves indicate that the “sugar pump” has been activated and that in two weeks' time, the trunks will produce small grains of rice — that is, flowers。
The last step is the most anti-human: one third is enough. Put on a one-time glove to wipe out all the fruits that are too tight and long on the ground and concentrate their nutrients on “seed players”. When you're done with that moment, you feel like you're losing, but by july, the surviving black fruit jumped to three centimetres in diameter, bursting into a curd of sweetness, and you know that it's worth a lot of money。
Oh, yeah, someone locked the temperature at 25°c and produced two kilos of acre a year, and someone raised it in the open, fed it in the sky and harvested only bird food. The difference is not technology, but whether or not to be a partner in the tree: it glows, you take the bottom. Do so, and when you pick up the fruit next year, and throw the first one into your mouth, and don't let your neighbour taste it first, and come back and say, “just like that”。
