Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 232 - 30: Mummy Daffodil (Part 2)

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The grayish-brown spherical object looked very inconspicuous, at first glance, it was mistaken for trash. Zhuo Feng bent down to pick it up, squeezed it lightly with her hand, and softly exclaimed, "This is a daffodil bulb."

Buried in the trash, this unidentified object was actually a daffodil bulb, albeit a shriveled one that could be called a daffodil mummy.

Having found the daffodil bulb, even Zhuo Feng felt the urge to buy a new bulb to fake it: "I think it’s better to buy one from the flower and bird market, this one doesn’t look like it can bloom."

Those who know how to cultivate daffodils would, after the winter blooming season, prune the bulb and then store it properly to prepare for cultivation next year. Xiao Xian’s daffodil that was cultivated in Ge Village a few years ago thrived quite well.

Generally speaking, those who cultivate daffodils will choose the appropriate sandy soil to plant new seedlings when the temperature is suitable in the autumn. The method involves peeling off the dry scales on the surface of the overwintered bulb first, and trimming off the excess dead roots.

Make vertical cuts on the belly and back of the bulb, allowing the fresh scales to loosen, facilitating the natural growth of the daffodil’s scape. As long as the flower buds are not damaged, it can be planted in sandy soil or clear water.

Calculating the timing, autumn is also a good season for cultivating daffodils. "Auntie, let me see the bulb," Xiao Xian held the bulb in her hand, then stretched out her hand and peeled off the unsightly scales on the outside. Strangely, despite the dry skin of the daffodil bulb, which looked devoid of any moisture, the entire bulb was still quite heavy.

Layer after layer was peeled, and after five layers, the inner skin still looked the same, no doubt it was a dried dead bulb.

"Maybe soak it in water overnight, it might come back to life," Feng Xing had just finished speaking when Zhuo Feng scolded him, "Don’t pretend to know what you don’t understand. If you really want to cultivate it, you should use chemical solutions, you think this is bean sprouts, just soak it in water and it grows tall." Zhuo Feng listed a series of names of chemical culture solutions.

"No, this bulb might just have to be handled by Mr. Bai himself," Xiao Xian carefully inspected it, found no information about this bulb’s variety or origin, it seemed like a product without any specifications. For a plant that even the copper space can’t identify, using ordinary cultivation methods is unlikely to be successful.

Mr. Bai’s old house had been sorted out, and eventually, Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng each picked more than ten pots of incomplete potted plants.

"Those who came to snatch the potted plants only knew how to pick the ones with more flowers and bigger size, they really picked some overlooked ones," Zhuo Feng chose a Clivia that had not yet bloomed and a mini money pine.

Xiao Xian chose quite a few as well, both camellias and chrysanthemums, but all were broken branches, unlikely to bloom this year. Zhuo Feng also noticed that Xiao Xian had knowledge about flowers, unsure if it was taught by Mr. Bai or Zhu Shijun.

After selecting the flowers, the three of them moved the flowers to the rooftop overnight. More than a month into autumn, Beijing’s temperature is cool with a hint of warmth, the flowers can still be planted outdoors temporarily, but after winter, there may be no place to move them.

Zhuo Feng directed Feng Xing to arrange all the flower pots, and she herself ran back and forth a few times to move the "Artificial Greenhouse" previously discarded in Mr. Bai’s house onto the rooftop; lately, she had gained some experience in gardening at home.

The soil originally laid out on the rooftop was consolidated into newly made wooden double-decker bed-like carts. The carts carried specially made wooden pots about twenty-five centimeters high, hanging with iron hooks, and had two layers that could be adjusted and rotated. Depending on the vegetables’ preference for shade or sun, the trays were moved in the morning and evening. This not only saved space but also made the rooftop look much cleaner.

Zhuo Feng had also inspected the materials of those "Artificial Greenhouses," which needed just a wash before they could be rebuilt. She admitted she didn’t have Bai Juyi’s cultivation skills, nor dared to try growing Xinjiang Hami melons, just planned to assemble a few "Artificial Greenhouses" into a mid-sized "rooftop greenhouse" that could help the upstairs crops survive a frost-free winter.

After a hard evening, the "Artificial Greenhouse" was roughly sorted out, and to prevent Mr. Bai’s nephew from coming again, Zhuo Feng notified the downstairs neighbors, saying that there had been a theft on the rooftop a few days ago, and for safety’s sake, the rooftop door should always be locked.

The neighbors didn’t mind much. If a thief really went up to the rooftop to steal from above, it would trouble every household, and in this building, all were double-income families, with no one at home during the day, and lately, someone from the opposite community had committed suicide by jumping from a building, keeping the rooftop open only made people even more uneasy.

The community committee even sent a big lock the next day, and Feng Xing installed the lock on the rooftop.

Thanks to the sports event, Xiao Xian had a four-day vacation, originally planning to look for a suitable junkyard to find some waste copper needed for "sugarcane seedling", but now due to Bai Juyi’s illness, he had to put it off.

The day the daffodil bulb was delivered, the scissors and daffodil pot were also taken over.

Bai Juyi simply accepted them without moving to prune the bulb.

However, after he received those two items, his mood improved a lot, and he even ate a bowl of porridge persuaded by the nurse, seeing the two girls making eye signals at each other, he spoke first: "If you have questions, just ask." ƒreewebɳovel.com

Xiao Xian was about to ask about the origin of the word "Mei," but Zhuo Feng quickly stopped her, as it is inappropriate to bring up the deceased spouse in front of an elderly person, how insensitive of children, "No, it’s just that my Feng Xing is asking where you bought those sharp scissors, and wants to buy a pair."

Domestic scissors are all engraved with the manufacturer’s trademark, for example, those produced by "Zhang Xiaoquan" have retained the old generation’s custom of imprinting their logo.

Hearing this, Bai Juyi couldn’t help but give a bitter smile, slowly saying, "Those scissors were left by my late spouse."

Hearing this, Zhuo Feng really wanted to slap herself a few times, embarrassed by how she just berated Xiao Xian, going around and about, she too was bringing up touchy subjects inadvertently.

Xiao Xian glanced at Bai Juyi, seeing he intended to continue speaking, quickly signaled Zhuo Feng not to ask further, letting him continue. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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