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"I don’t have ti to chat with you, I’m asking if, apart from that pot of Shen Zhou Red Snow, did i Nian leave anything else behind?" i Nian had already probed, and Zhuo Feng was clearly a greenhorn in horticulture. That pot of Shenzhou Red Snow was undoubtedly grown by Bai Ju Yi. She didn’t have the ti to dawdle with Zhuo Feng; she needed to quickly find out about the whereabouts of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.
"There’s nothing else," Zhuo Feng flatly denied, then after a while, changed her story, "There are also so potted plants."
"I’m not asking about potted plants, other than potted plants and Shen Zhou Red Plum, is there anything else?" i Nian persisted relentlessly.
"There really isn’t anything else, oh, there’s so land left in the Beijing Suburb," Zhuo Feng tried to downplay the scale of the farm, hoping that soone like i Nian, who didn’t seem the type to covet a few barren plots, wouldn’t be interested. Besides, that farm was essentially co-owned by the old Mr. Bai Ju Yi and i Xiang; the i family had no claim to it.
"I’m asking you one more ti, is there anything else?" i Nian was completely out of patience now. Back then, i Xiang had stubbornly broken away from the entire family just to be with Bai Ju Yi. The most important thing of the i family was also taken away by her in secret.
"There really is nothing left, I swear it’s truly all gone," Zhuo Feng had completely forgotten about the nondescript pair of scissors.
Zhuo Feng and her husband, Feng Xing, returned ho one after the other.
No sooner had they touched the ho sofa than both heaved a deep sigh.
"Husband, I feel like I’ve attracted trouble," the appearance of i Nian once again reminded Zhuo Feng of Bai Ju Yi’s lonely and desolate state on his deathbed, and i Nian’s words intensified Zhuo Feng’s guilt over her past few years of cynical taunting towards the elderly man.
Ever since Zhuo Feng had considered transitioning to farming, she had been managing the rooftop garden for half a year, growing peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, taking turns planting a variety of crops. The fresh produce harvested from the rooftop was much better than what was sold in the markets (unknown to Zhuo Feng, the fruits on the rooftop had been tampered with by Xiao Xian).
This had naturally led Zhuo Feng to consider herself a farr whether it was growing vegetables or flowers, the difficulty shouldn’t be too great.
But today, after encountering i Nian and her expert-level classmates, Zhuo Feng finally realized, she hadn’t even completed the most basic level of training.
Due to i Nian’s repeated verbal disrespect towards Bai Ju Yi, Zhuo Feng blurted out in annoyance that she was Bai Ju Yi’s disciple.
Without comnting it would have been alright, but once she said it, i Nian directly threw out a challenge, "Since you’re that old man’s disciple, then bring your work next ti. If it gains the admiration of a majority of the students in the classroom, I will retract my previous criticism."
Since i Nian openly claid that Shen Zhou Red Snow was cultivated by their ijia Village, it implied that she intended to take the Daffodil back.
Before sending the Daffodil to participate in the exhibition, Zhuo Feng had promised Xiao Xian that after the competition, Xiao Xian would personally transplant the Daffodil in front of Bai Ju Yi’s grave as a commoration.
To get the Daffodil back, Zhuo Feng had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
"What? You agreed to bring a potted plant for exhibition in class? We don’t have any suitable potted plants at ho, and as you said, Teacher i should be quite familiar with Mr. Bai’s craft, so those potted plants on the rooftop can’t be taken there," Feng Xing, who had also had an unsuccessful outing today, felt the slump in the real estate market, with prices being pushed down low. The recomndation from the real estate agent was to take advantage of the industry’s saying about the golden September and silver October, to act during September or October.
But it would be more than half a year before September and October arrived; both husband and wife had resigned, and waiting idly for half a year wasn’t an option. They had to gather funds for the renovation of the farm before spring planting.
"It’s not just about potted plants, I can also just cut so flowers or grass to bring over," Zhuo Feng still tried to talk her way out, her husband has thought of it, how could she not know, It was the frustration of ’fighting for a breath while Buddhas demand a stick of incense’ gnawing at her.
Feng Xing didn’t dare to answer, for soone who couldn’t even pick a bunch of celery without leaving a stalk of leaves, the delicacy of flower arranging seed completely out of the question.
"How about we just take that pot of Begonia there? It looks pretty healthy, and you could say that you’ve been taking care of it," Feng Xing suggested, moving the pot of Begonia into view.
The flower was bought the year before last, and it was Zhuo Feng herself who bought it. She potted and divided the soil, creating two pots. One of them died last sumr due to too much water. The remaining one was also almost dying last winter.
However, this spring, whether it was just the right room temperature or the strong vitality of the flower itself, it suddenly sprouted branches and leaves, thriving impressively.
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