portable space

When Zhang Taiping entered the room, he first took out the golden osmanthus plant with three forked roots and put it on the table. People who knew the product immediately gathered around it.

"Huh?" Xing Weiping immediately screamed when he saw the Jingui that Zhang Taiping placed on the table. He had been sitting there without moving or speaking since he called in. He stood up and climbed to the place where the flowerpot was placed.

Next to the table. The three-pronged root of this golden osmanthus plant is really conspicuous and easy to identify. Although it has changed a bit, it has been something that I have been living with for several years, and some changes can still be recognized. Moreover, the flowerpot has not been changed.

, or the one at home.

Xing Weiping was actually quite surprised now. At that time, this golden osmanthus plant was sentenced to death. He tried to find people to treat him several times, but he could not save it. In the end, all the leaves had basically fallen off, and everyone had died.

It was determined that there was no way to save it. In the end, I had no choice but to seek medical treatment and sell it to the flower market to see if an expert could buy it and save it. The money didn't matter. The main reason was that I didn't want this golden osmanthus plant to die.

But after selling it for 2,000 yuan, I really had no hope. I just didn't see it die in my own hands, but I had already acquiesced in my heart that it was a dead thing.

However, a few months later, the big man gave himself a surprise. The mortal creature was actually revived, and his vitality seemed to be even stronger than before. It was really a big surprise. Everyone who came here was right.

People who like flowers and trees, just like people who like dogs and cats develop feelings for these animals over time, people who like flowers and trees will also develop feelings for flowers and trees that have been cared for for a long time. This golden osmanthus plant in Xingweiping is at home.

I have been growing it for a few years, and I used to take time to look at it every day, water it, prune it and so on. After I got sick, I was really depressed for a few days. I couldn’t see this golden osmanthus plant for a long time, and I felt really bad.

Empty.

Except for the host, Mr. Song, who had not seen much emotion before, the other old people were surprised, even shocked.

Mr. Tian Zhendong pointed to the golden osmanthus on the table in surprise and said to Xing Weiping with some uncertainty: "Weiping, is this your old golden osmanthus?"

Xing Weiping said: "Although the change is a bit big, it is indeed that plant. I didn't expect it to be saved. It is not mine now, haha."

"It was clear that nothing could be saved at that time. It was a miracle, a miracle. It can only be described as a miracle."

Another old man next to him said: "But I don't know who saved this?"

Xing Weiping frowned and replied: "This golden osmanthus plant was sold to this gentleman for two thousand yuan at that time, but from time to time the gentleman himself saved it."

Tian Zhendong also frowned and said, "Is that the big man named Zhang Taiping?"

Another old man beside him said: "Zhang Taiping? I have never heard of such a number one person before."

This old man's name is Zhao Jingui, and like Song teacher Tian Zhendong, he is a well-deserved leader in the flower and tree bonsai industry in Xi'an and even the Guanzhong area. Although there is no famous flower and tree association and bonsai association in the Guanzhong area, these days

This old man is very prestigious among them. Some famous flower and tree bonsai connoisseurs or grafting experts have a number in his heart, but there is no one like Zhang Taiping who can even save a terminally ill osmanthus tree.

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People who know the past story of this golden osmanthus plant are a little surprised.

Zhao Jingui asked in disbelief: "Brother, who saved this?"

Zhang Taiping said calmly: "I'm not talented, I'm really inferior."

Zhao Jingui then asked: "Tell me how you saved her life."

In fact, Zhao Jingui's questions were a bit out of bounds. As the host, Teacher Song Huiming did not come out to rescue Zhang Taiping. He learned from Yang Wanli that the golden osmanthus plant belonged to the big man in front of him named Zhang Taiping.

Although he believed that Yang Wanli would not lie to him, he had no right to speak unless he saw it with his own eyes. He was not sure whether Zhang Taiping had saved this golden osmanthus plant, and he still had some doubts in his heart.

I couldn’t believe it and wanted to hear what Zhang Taiping had to say.

Yang Wanli and Niu Junfeng, who didn't know what kind of plant Zhang Taiping saved before, didn't feel anything at all, but now they were really shocked when they heard the story of this golden osmanthus plant. After getting along with Zhang Taiping in the past few months,

Yang Wanli also knew what kind of person Zhang Taiping was, and he had no taste for fame. Since he could say that he saved the life, he must have saved the life by himself. Yang Wanli had no doubt about this. He just didn't expect that Zhang Taiping would still be alive.

He has this kind of ability, but when he thinks about it again, he feels that it is natural, as if whatever happens to him is not surprising and can be accepted.

The one who was really shocked was the indifferent woman sitting on the corner who had been observing Zhang Taiping. Now she was sure that this was the same person back then, and she had changed a lot. Not only the changes in stature and body, but also the most important thing in temperament.

The changes are completely different from those I have occasionally heard of over the years.

She can sit here, and I can't say that she is proficient in bonsai of flowers, trees, and trees. There will always be understanding. Bonsai and antiques and stones have something in common. They both require rich experience, and these experiences cannot be taught in textbooks.

, which one did not pay expensive tuition in exchange for valuable experience. Therefore, this is often linked to age. Without certain experience, it is absolutely impossible to achieve.

This is not something you can practice successfully by just asking a few words from an expert or checking information on the Internet. You have to combine what you have learned with practice to figure it out. What you learn in books is dead after all.

, after all, you need to have experience in the process of bringing several plants from life to death and then from death to life. And Zhang Taiping is only in his twenties, what experience can he have? To put it bluntly, maybe he doesn’t have enough salt to eat.

The seniors in the industry have seen so many flowers. How could he save Lao Jingui who none of the seniors could save? No one would believe it.

Especially if you want to cure a diseased plant, it is not enough to have experience alone. You must also have courage, the ability to take time, and the ability to adapt. All of these are sublimated through the accumulation of long-term experience.

Others must have been shocked by Zhang Taiping's ability to revive it, but when she looked at the person in front of her whom she had not seen for many years, she felt that it was natural for some reason. This feeling came so suddenly that she didn't even know what it meant.

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Perhaps among the people present, only Fan Ming and Cai Xiaomei felt nothing. Fan Ming admired Zhang Taiping somewhat like Yaya, and nothing would ever happen to the big man that she would consider strange.

Although Cai Xiaomei is no longer impressed by the sky-high-priced bonsai plants sold here, she still doesn’t know much about the industry and doesn’t understand anything special. She may be relying on her IQ and EQ that she has cultivated over the past few years.

I can tell it's a bit unusual, but it's not as deep and real as feeling it.

Zhang Taiping smiled lightly, and his rough face actually gave people a feeling of calmness and indifference. He pursed his lips and said: "There is no special method. I bought this plant from Mr. Xing at that time.

When Jin Gui was rescued, he only spent two thousand yuan, and he looked like he was hopeless, so the younger generation thought of picking up the slack. If he couldn't be saved, he would just be taught a lesson, and it wasn't expensive."

"Then what did you do?" Zhao Jingui asked impatiently.

Zhang Taiping did not rush to answer this question, but asked Xiang Xingweiping: "Does Mr. Xing have children at home?"

Xing Weiping didn't know why Zhang Taiping suddenly asked such an irrelevant question. He was confused but still answered: "But there is a child. My son is six years old this year."

"That's right!" Zhang Taiping stroked his palm and said, "At that time, I took this golden osmanthus plant home and looked it over carefully. I still couldn't find the problem. Naturally, there was no treatment.

The queen was a little disappointed, and she was about to finish her work. In the end, the junior took over the task and poured the plant, trunk and soil out of the flower pot. It can be regarded as another bright spot, and finally discovered the problem.

Already."

“Stumped, the problem lies at the root?”

"Senior has a keen eye." Zhang Taiping gave an innocuous flattery, "Guess what you found in the soil?" Zhang Taiping gave up at the critical moment.

"What?" Most people were attracted by Zhang Taiping's words and followed his train of thought unknowingly.

There were only a few people present who were not beguiled by his words. One of them was Xing Rushui, who had been focusing most of his attention on Fan Ming, and the other was who had been observing Zhang Taiping and naturally focused most of his attention on Zhang Taiping.

The beautiful woman sitting in the corner.

Seeing Zhang Taiping actually playing such a trick and causing a group of old and young men to spin around, he chuckled softly.

Zhang Taiping's hearing was so sensitive that he immediately turned his head and saw the woman who had been sitting low-key in the corner. The woman saw Zhang Taiping looking over, and she opened her mouth to reveal a row of neat pearl-white teeth and smiled brightly at him.

The bright smiling face actually made Zhang Taiping feel dazed for a while, giving him the illusion of déjà vu.

Zhang Taiping came back to his senses, nodded to the beauty, and then turned to answer everyone: "It's ants! There is still a faint milky smell in it. The fibrous roots of the plant have been eaten clean by the ants, leaving only

More than half of the main root is down."

Everyone suddenly realized that someone must have poured milk into the pot of golden osmanthus, which caused a swarm of ants, and the tree roots were also damaged. Of course, they would not be able to live without the tree roots. They also understood that Zhang Taiping had just asked Weiping about the situation at home.

There is no reason for children. Only children can do this kind of thing.

After hearing this, Xing Weiping felt annoyed and regretful, and said with a wry smile: "The boy at home doesn't like drinking milk, so he always messes with the milk. Unexpectedly, a pot of good golden osmanthus was almost ruined by a cup of milk.

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The others also had the same expression.