"my milk cut off the old pomegranate in the yard and said, "show a ghost," and then my brother-in-law, kowloon, my dad broke his leg and his whole family planted the tree all night." - don't laugh, the real thing happened last year in king's house。
The old man said, “there are three trees in the courtyard, and the children are not suffering”, not superstition, but the “green asset allocation” of the early years. That's right, one = year in length, one wrong, one can't cry。
1 caucasian: don't put a window root on the northwest corner, where the "expensive" harmonics are spoiled, but no one tells you that the cinnamon is a "gold" and that the northwest is the root of gossip, the master. It's like a “business buff” for dad. Last year, the programmer next door went up to the p-8 and the stock was set at seven digits, and the guests moved directly to the two boxes。
2 silver almonds: living fossils = “long-life etf” white fruit is not eaten alive, 10 of them can drop one adult, but 4 of the slow chicken soup is thrown off, and cholesterol falls straight. What is even better is its “town house” logic — the leaves are like little fanes, with their own “dispersion” perspective, the wind is blowing, the lights of the cars coming through the door are cut to pieces, and neighbours say that sleep is steady at night. On the left side, don't close the door, leave a metre, make way for the treasure。
3 pomegranates: the most afraid of “single tree” = wood in the mouth, the most taboo for the rural elderly. Or you can plant three of them together and form a blunt horn, like a “grandchild slot” for the yard. The more they cut, the more they cut next year. Last year i tried, three soft-seed pomegranates collected 380 pounds, a small group bought a second of light, making a net of more than 4,000, more than the balance of the rosary。
1. Do not mix the three trees into a straight line, fight with the gold fire, and all the wind watermen shake their heads. The southern zone plantation party, which chose the pomegranate “thaishan red”, moved into the house in november and was able to watch the flower basin view at spring festival, full of red bags. 3. If the male apricot does not produce results, the female does not smell, and is afraid that the neighbour will choose the male。
This is the size of the courtyard, where a wrong tree is planted for 10 years; yes, the leaves fall not every fall, but “interest”. Can't do it? Take a cinnamon seedling home, dig a hole in the northwest corner. You'll come back next year to thank me。
