Zhang lays in front of that pot with a yellow leaf on his finger: "oh, another one of those things that's going to die. "the king has come to look at it, and it's a terrible pot of leaves, like a dog, and the longest vine and vines are hanging around the flowerpot, and they're like a dirty drunk。
"it's true that 800 came back from the flower market for 50 years, and that's how it's grown?" the king scratched his head, and he looked so depressed. He followed the online curriculum, pouring water for three days, fertilizing for six months, and then he got more and more。
Old zhang with his teeth and flowers: "brother, you're a busy man. We need to learn to move scissors, and then talk about how to serve. "he's crouched down and his finger is pegged on the branch, "see, this is a long one, and it's a "head-cut."
It's strange. The plant looks weak and wild. If it doesn't matter, the vines can run around like thieves. The ancient people loved it, saying, "i'd rather eat it than live in it," but it was hard to find it。
The old wang has no doubt followed old zhang to learn to trim. The first scissors go down with their hands shaking, and i'm afraid i'll cut this baby to death. I didn't expect to see that in half a month's time, the trimmed branch had a bud, green and green, like the new teeth of a child. Old zhang's happy: "what, are you kidding me? We'll have to cut the bamboo, cut the spirit."
It's a good way to water it. Old wang thought it was all right to drink more, but almost drowned. Zhang taught him how to do that -- to put his finger in the dirt, and if it feels like it's dry as a pancake, it'll water. If the earth is still high, leave it alone, or the roots will rot. It's a lot more real than a professional "dry and wet"。
The most funny thing about fertilizer. Zhang said he'd be fattening the bamboo like a cat. It's the most powerful pot of bamboo. It's half a month to feed a small spoon of rotted soybeans. The old king's bowl was good, so the leaves were yellow like autumn leaves. Old chang smiles straight to his thighs: "what do you think you're raising a pig? He talks about chewing slowly!"
Slowly, wang's pot finally looks a little better. The vines no longer wandered, the newly grown leaves were green, the morning sun was shined through the windows, and the shadow was cast on the white wall as a painting ink. The old zhang nods at the end: "if it's like that, if it's a styling, it'll be a study."
It's funny, the swordboo thing was in ming dynasty. It is said that the first aided man of the year loves to lay bamboo in the study and to write a poem about its "silentness". It's a shame the man was looking for the view and didn't take care of it。
And now wang is finally touching the doorway. It's about "three-and-seven-crunch" and it's not enough to water and fertilize. It's got to be fixed, the cut, the stay. Those long branches have to be repaired before they get mad. As chang said, we're gonna have to be a little tough, "let's do it."。
One day mrs. King came to the door and saw the pot grow. The beauty of the old king's heart and his face is still calm: "hey, just take care of it. "the result was to turn around and cast more fat on takeh, and the leaves began to wobble the next day. Zhang knows he's got to get his back in the air: "what's that? Almost screwed up the good things!"
