"It is said that orchids are gentlemen among flowers, with the most elegant and elegant posture. Therefore, they are also known as Clivia. Raising a few pots at home can cultivate sentiment." Sun Fangfang pointed to a pot of orchids and said to Wei Qingqing and Zheng Baoer.

"Sister is so good at seeing..." The flower seller was an old man in his sixties. After hearing Sun Fangfang's words, he couldn't help but pick up Brother Big Thumbs up with admiration on his face.

"..." He also called Big Sister, am I so young? Sun Fangfang felt a fire in her heart, but seeing that the old man was so old, he didn't say much and went to another stall.

"This chrysanthemum is the most vulgar. Others have all faded, but they are just showing off their abilities. If you admire yourself, you will learn from other people's plum blossoms and bloom in winter..." I don't know what happened, but Sun Fangfang just looked down on chrysanthemums, especially when she looked at the petals of chrysanthemums, she gritted her teeth.

"I said, "Girl, our chrysanthemums are quite famous. Tao Yuanming, a great poet from the Northern Wei Dynasty, said, "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains." This chrysanthemums can not only be seen, but also used as medicine." The stall owner who sold chrysanthemums was a middle-aged woman in her forties. After listening to Sun Fangfang's words, he refuted unhappily.

"Sister, is Tao Yuanming from the Eastern Jin Dynasty okay?" Sun Fangfang said.

"I don't care whether he goes east or west, or south or north, he has written poems for my chrysanthemums." The chrysanthemum stall owner rolled his eyes and said.

"Hehe." Wei Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed. This stall owner was so interesting.

"Yes, yes, your chrysanthemum is the most famous." Sun Fangfang responded twice and flashed directly.

Wei Qingqing pulled Zheng Baoer, laughed, followed closely behind, and followed him.

"Young people today are really uneducated. Even Tao Yuanming doesn't know that they are great poets from the Tang Dynasty." The owner of the chrysanthemum stall looked at the backs of the three of them with contempt and curled his lips.

"This is an imitation, also called henna, which dyes fingernails. I planted them at home when I was a child." Wei Qingqing couldn't help but squat down when she saw the short plant with small purple, pink or red flowers, looking carefully, stretched out her fingers, pulled down two petals, and gently crushed them. A trace of red juice was stained on her fingers.

"Does sister want henna?" The man who sells henna is a little girl with a schoolbag on her back. She is about fifteen or sixteen years old. She looks a little timid. She is also holding a junior high school English textbook in her hand.

"Aunt Qingqing, our family also has henna, but they are all red, not purple or pink. I still have a lot of flower seeds. I will give it to you after I go back." Zheng Baoer also squatted beside Wei Qingqing.

"Well, thank you Baoer," Wei Qingqing pinched Zheng Baoer's little face and looked at the little girl selling flowers: "Little sister, how do you sell henna?"

"Two dollars per plant." The little girl said timidly.

"Get two of these purple and pink ones for me. By the way, are you selling seeds?"

"Yes, it costs 50 cents per pack." The little girl took out a small paper bag from her small schoolbag, "This bag is twenty seeds."

"Give me two packs of purple and pink..." Wei Qingqing said.

"Sister, wait." The little girl quickly picked two plants from each of the purple and pink henna, then wrapped them in a plastic bag, picked them up in her schoolbag, and picked them out four small paper bags, "It costs 10 yuan in total."

"Give it." Wei Qingqing handed the money to the little girl. The little girl hurriedly thanked her with a smile, and she was a little shy in her smile.

"I said, how do you sell these bamboos?" When Wei Qingqing bought henna, Sun Fangfang was in front of a small stall selling bamboos, with a large cluster of green bamboos. These green bamboos are indeed beautiful, but when you look closely, they always feel that they are missing something. They always feel that they are too tender.

"50 per plant." The person selling bamboo was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked a little bookish, wearing a plastic framed myopia mirror, holding a collection of poems in his hand. He didn't even raise his head when he heard Sun Fangfang's question.

"Is it a little expensive?"

"Su Shi, a great writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, said that it is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Without meat, it is exhausting and without bamboo. It is very cheap to sell only 50 per plant."

"How much do you plan to sell it to you?"

"priceless……"

Sun Fangfang was used to being a leader in the company and still had a good hand. She felt that this person was a little crazy, or she was a nerd, and she had a bad idea when her eyes turned, and said, "Old Bai of the Tang Dynasty said that bamboo is solid, and it is solid to build virtue; bamboo nature is straight, and it is straight to establish one's body; bamboo heart is empty, and it is empty to embody the Tao; bamboo joints are chaste, and it is chaste to set one's ambition. I think these bamboos themselves are not valuable, but what is valuable is the qualities of bamboo. No, these qualities are by no means measured by money."

"I didn't expect to be a fellow fellow…" The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise and looked at Sun Fangfang, "The big girl is also a bamboo lover?"

"I don't love bamboo, I just talk casually," Sun Fangfang smiled faintly on her face. "I wonder if there is any difficulty in my brother's family? Otherwise, how could I be willing to sell these bamboos?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I am a member of the Yungu County Ancient Literature Society. I have been obsessed with the three friends of the cold all my life. Whenever I see it, I have to buy it and plant it home, so I have very little savings left in my life. Now my eldest son is admitted to Peking University in the college entrance examination. Unfortunately, the tuition fee is huge, so I can only bear the pain of giving up and selling the green bamboo to raise the tuition." The middle-aged man shook his head in distress.

"Life is really helpless! Tang Bohu, a romantic talented man at that time, had a peerless poetic love and unparalleled painting skills, and was also bowed to the hardships of life? What is the "Piano, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, Poetry, Wind and Flowers"? Didn't he become a 'fucker rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea'? A generation of romantic talent became a civilian in the market, which is really regretful..." Sun Fangfang pretended to shake her head and sighed.

"Oh!" The middle-aged man also looked sad, and it was obvious that Sun Fangfang had hit the pain in his heart. How similar is he today and Tang Yin, the romantic talented man back then?

"Oh! This is how life is. There are so many things about begging for a five-dollar rice. Just think about it." Sun Fangfang said.

"Oh..." The middle-aged man's face changed from sorrow to misery. Looking at his beloved green bamboo, water waves rippled in his eyes.

"The steadfastness of bamboo can be broken or not humiliated. It is sold like goods. It is the biggest insult to bamboo. But if you are in a hurry, you will sell it. After all, the bamboo is still a bamboo. If you insult it, it will still grow." Sun Fangfang was too bad. This sentence was simply adding fuel to the fire. The middle-aged man showed shame on his face, suddenly covered his face, squatted on the ground, and started to cry, attracting countless people's attention.

"Hey, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't bully you..." Sun Fangfang didn't expect that a big man would cry as soon as he said he could not help but burst into tears, and he quickly cut off his relationship.

"I heard it all. You just deliberately stimulated others. Why are you like this?" Wei Qingqing pulled Sun Fangfang aside and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Who told him to be aloof..." Sun Fangfang muttered in a low voice: "Besides, he is too unmanly, he just cried."

"Do you think everyone is as arrogant as your family?" Wei Qingqing gave her a blank look.

"Your Yang Ming is good..." Sun Fangfang wrinkled his nose at Wei Qingqing.

"Brother, stop crying, what's there to cry? I heard what the girl said just now, and what people say makes sense. What we need to learn is the quality of bamboo. If you insult bamboo, how should the bamboo grow? When did you understand this truth, you can truly understand bamboo." An old man carrying a bird cage walked over and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

"Old Huang said it well. The bamboo in the potted plant is an ornamental plant. Only when it sways in the wind and rain can it grow into real bamboo. Big brother, you really should have gone out of your circle. Get along with everyone more, and you can understand a lot." An old man holding a white cat stood beside Lao Huang.

"Old Li, stay away from me. You bastard. You sold your dead black cat a few days ago. Why did you buy a white one today?" Old Huang immediately kept the bird cage in his arms and looked at the white cat in Old Li's arms vigilantly.

"This, this old Huang, after our Meow Meow sold it, my granddaughter refused to do it, and she had been making trouble with me for several days..." Old Li smiled bitterly.

"You... stay away from me..." Old Huang found that the white cat's eyes had never left his bird cage, and he couldn't help but frightened and took a few steps back.

"Meow..." With a cat's cry, the big white cat suddenly rushed out of Lao Li's arms and rushed towards Lao Huang's bird cage. Then his claws reached into the bird cage like lightning, grabbed the yellow bird inside, put it in his mouth and bit it to death, then held the yellow bird in his mouth and rushed back to Lao Li's arms like lightning.

"Old Li, I'm going to fight with you... I'm going to fight with you..." Uncle Huang's eyes turned red, and he raised the empty bird cage above his head, and the grains and water flowed out, pouring the head and face of Uncle Huang, but Uncle Huang ignored it and threw the bird cage towards Uncle Li.

Uncle Li hurriedly hid and smiled apologized: "Old Huang, I really didn't mean it..."

Uncle Huang was already in a state of rampage, stroking around, looking for a handy weapon. When he saw the green bamboos growing strong and straight, he broke one with a click, raised his arm and hit it.

"Old Huang, you're crazy, you're really fighting..." Old Li was so scared that he hurriedly got around, and the entire flower market became a little messy.

"Did you see it? This is the legendary Old Li's cat, the black horror in the bird market."

"It's really strange. Why does this old Li's cat specialize in eating birds in the cage? It's so despicable, right?"

Some insiders began to point out two old people who were chasing and started talking interestingly.

"Your Meow Meow bought their family?" Sun Fangfang pointed at the escaped Uncle Li and said.

"Yang Ming said that the old man who sells cats is quite famous in the bird market, and it seems that he is "Old Li's cat, specializing in cage birds." Wei Qingqing was shocked when she witnessed the scene of the white cat 'predation'.

An old lady who was traveling to the market next to him interjected after hearing this: "That's right. The cat you bought in your family is from theirs. It's strange. No matter what kind of cat, as long as it passes by Lao Li's hands, they like to catch birds from the cage and eat it."

After this scene, the two of them also became less concerned about going to the market, so they bought some flowers, plants and seeds at random in the flower market. Anyway, they were planted in small valleys, and they were not potted plants, so it doesn’t matter if they were rough.

Although I just bought two or three plants for each, I couldn't stand the variety. Finally, I gathered together and found that Zhang Yang's business car could not take away so many flowers and plants. Finally, the two of them discussed and hired a transport truck to take the flowers and plants back.

After hiring a transport truck and moving all the flowers and plants into the carriage, the three of them sat on the curb and waited for Zhang Yang to come back.

When Zheng Baoer ate the fifth candied haws, Zhang Yang finally arrived late...
Chapter completed!