Professor Wen Zhi? activates the full blood praise mode

The star and rose were first praised, the plum tea and the cup were praised, the layout of the yard was praised, the Ruicai skirt was praised, Xizi's hairstyle was praised, Wen Xixiu's facial paralysis was praised... Even a small plaid handkerchief used by Xiaoxiao was deeply praised.

"It's rare, it's a veil made of tic toe patterns. Yingyuan is always different from others." Wen Zhi? said a lot, but the sound is still round and clear.

After saying this, Xizi also looked over and looked at the veil with a fine green lattice on the white background: "This is actually a woven lattice? I thought it was embroidered. Where did you buy such a weird cloth from?"

Weird? Don't be so straightforward? Learn from someone else's professor.

Xiaoxiao said, "Our family still needs to buy cloth?"

Ruicai said: "No, their house is just weaving."

A few young people sat around the Eight Immortals Table in the yard. Most of the stars in the bottles were removed, leaving only a few bottles of snow-white roses and velvet sky blue stars. Wen Zhi? He called each person to tell his favorite bottle of flowers. In the end, Wen Xixiu was forced to point out a bottle, and was urged by the professor to give him a reason, so he had to say: "Clean."

In the end, this bottle of "clean" flower arrangement was lucky to be left on the table by the professor. The reason was that it complemented the peach blossom-like beauties. Wen Zhi? When he said these words, no one of the girls felt that the abruptness could express the language of the Dingtuzi politely. This was also a skill.

As the few people were chatting, a girl came into the yard to report: "Girl, the second master is here."

Xizi smiled faintly: "Oh? It's early today. I'll be back from the Jiang family so soon."

He smiled and took a sip of tea. Wen Lao Er was here too. Is he going to get the rhythm of getting the dwarf card? When he thought of the girl who was mistakenly recognized as Wen Lao Er by a big gardener and his son in the garden room, he opened his eyes wide and prepared to take a good look at his "master".

In full view of everyone, a man wearing a purple gauze of Yanglian made a grand appearance. At the age of 27 or 28, his face looked six or seven minutes like Wen Xixiu, but his facial features were softer. He was shaking a gold folding fan in his hand, and his head was wearing a small crown with white jade inlay. His eyes were blinded. Those who didn't know thought it was the emperor who came to the back garden in regular clothes for a walk...

Wen Zhi? He stood up and bowed: "It turns out that people are so excited when they are happy. My second brother is so heroic today!"

Wen Laoer smiled and said, "Zhen Yu is here? It seems that the journey is going well. I guess I will have to arrive in seven or eight days."

"I had long wanted to drink the autumn dew white that my second brother had treasured, so I rushed over without stopping." Wen Zhi's mouth was still sweet.

"I heard that I will live in Beijing for a long time this time?" Wen Laoer made a greeting gesture.

This, there are so many people here, and the two of them are talking about the big world. Hey hey, there are still beauties here!

"Zhiao has been getting older in the past two years, and the affairs of the village are gradually being able to stand on their own," Wen Zhi smiled, "Besides, our elder brother is in Dali, I can always take care of him." The elder brother here should be Xizi's compatriot.

"Okay!" Wen Laoer suddenly exclaimed and the roses in the bottle were so scared that they shook off several petals. "The big chambers of commerce across the country are gathered in Kyoto. If you want to learn business skills, you have to practice in Beijing!"

Wen Zhi? He also looked confident.

Wen Lao Er was pulled down by Xizi and looked around: "Oh, where are so many children?"

After the beauties were called "children", they blinked the big loli and looked at the uncle.

The uncle told his younger sister: "Okay, make more friends with younger sisters and change your weird temperament!" As he said that, he looked at the two younger sisters lovingly: "Xiaowan has been spoiled since she was a child. She is sometimes willful and hopes that you will be with her. If you make a mistake one after another, don't play with her. There is a house in my Dafuzhai full of candy, so you can eat it and don't take her." He really treats us as little kids. Who eats candy? We still need a figure.

Wen Laoer looked at his younger brother: "Xixiu, look at how I look like today. You can wear it best, so you can take a look."

Oh? Wen Laosi is also a fashion makeup expert at home.

Wen Xixiu said: "The smell of fragrant dew is so wafty." He did not comment on this outfit at all, and only said that the perfume was not matched.

"This is still the fragrance of lilies, don't it float?" Wen Lao Er picked up the cup to drink tea. The black pearl ring on his middle finger flashed with a low-key and luxurious pearl light.

Xiaoxiao looked at the two brothers with different styles, and felt like driving from the left to the right while driving. The veteran driver might not be able to adapt.

The associate professor of the Department of Praise had no intention of interrupting at all, and just smiled and served snacks to the ladies present: "Ruicai tastes this perilla plum, Yingyuan, sour ginger!"

The two of them were sore and their faces were twisted. They covered their cheeks and listened to Wen Xixiu's speech: "The old and gorgeous dress is not suitable for Xianglu, so my second brother should wear a string of good canaan beads."

The old-fashioned and gorgeous Wen Lao Er was about to speak, but his little sister stopped the conversation: "My second brother must be matched by Miss Jiang. I think it's pretty good, like a big peacock."

Wen Laoer was not angry, and shook the golden fan that was blinding: "The gauze was sewn by Qiuyi himself, so it is hard for her to be so heart."

This old brother always speaks like a priest...

Wen Xizi knelt a melon seed and suddenly remembered something: "Have you been to Huaiyuju?"

"What are you going to do here?" Wen Laoer didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed. He originally wanted to continue talking about the 'beloved concubine' Qiu Yi. He found that his sister's expression was wrong, so he looked at his younger brother again. His younger brother's voice was very low: "That person is here again."

Wen Laoer changed his face and cursed: "If it weren't for his identity, I really wanted to throw him into the grave overnight!"

Xiaoxiao and Ruicai looked at each other, feeling that they seemed to have heard a topic that they shouldn't have heard. Is it involved the secret of the Wen family? Ruicai shrugged her shoulders as if she was listening to Xiaoxiao, and she just pinched a plum to eat, and her expression was twitched in an instant.

Before Wen Laoer finished speaking, he said: "Twist it into the grave to feed the corpse insects!"

Xiaoxiao shivered for a moment, and Ruicai spitted out the plum core.

Wen Xixiu said: "We also received news later. Xizi has sent him away."

"Is he so easy to pass on? What shameless thing has he done this time?" Wen Laoer finally lost the demeanor of a 'monarch'.

"I won't mention it, I'm all drinking tea." Wen Xixiu covered her nose with a veil.

Xiaoxiao's gossip cells were mobilized. Who is this? Who is so bold to come to the Wen family to do this? Is it a person with status? Who is it? Fengyuju? Where is the Wen family?

Wen Laoer refused to give up this topic and asked his younger sister: "What did he get this time?"

"The pillow, and a pair of chopsticks." Xizi rubbed her temples.

"Ha, he's going to be able to get rid of this time." Wen Laoer sneered.

Xiaoxiao continued to gossip and guess, who is this? The one who beats Qiufeng? The pillows and chopsticks? That’s not worth it. If you want to take it, you should take an antique vase!

Wen Zhi? Finally, he couldn't hold back his speech: "Why let that kind of person disturb our atmosphere? Second brother took a sip of tea to reduce the fire," he said, pointing to the star on the table and said: "Second brother, how about this flower arrangement?"

Wen Laoer didn't know whether he was distracted or looking at the flowers, so he shook the fan for a while: "It looks good." He stood up and looked at it carefully, and touched the flower branches with the combined fan as if he was teasing: "Red, red, green, green, and smoke everywhere. It has connotation. Who thought of this? It has connotation."

When I hear a poem three times in one day... Xiaoxiao is powerless to sigh.

Wen Laoer called Changsui: "Mantou, choose a bottle of beautiful flowers and send them to Miss Jiang." As he said that, he smiled and said, "The bottle of flowers is more popular than potted flowers, and it is also easier to find. The gardener of their Jiang family is poor, and the dozens of pots of flowers given to her are not supported."

When Ruicai heard this, he unconsciously said, "Our gardener is also bad, and the soft cicada is wilted in just a few days."

Xiaoxiao said, "It seems that this flower cultivation is really skillful. Most of the roses given to me by Xizi are easy to take care of. Only the two pots of 'Bright Moon Hiding Herron' have yellow leaves."

Wen Laoer said: "So the most popular flowers in the flower bureau are still common flowers. People often buy those fresh varieties and just put on banquets. They don't know how to maintain them and will die in a few days. Especially the flowers in the glass shed cannot survive without the glass shed. Who can build a glass flower house for them?

Xiaoxiao feels the same. Even modern times cannot solve this problem. Grandma likes azaleas very much. However, it is difficult to raise it well in the northern climate. Therefore, those azaleas are just for the festive celebration during the Chinese New Year. They wither in a few months. Only when the Spring Festival is coming, they can buy new ones. In modern times, many girls call it "like plants and flowers", but they can't even raise pots of cactus, but their boyfriends still coax it with a bouquet of roses every day...

Xiaoxiao was inspired: "Why not make cut flowers?"

Wen Laoer stopped his fan in his hand: "What should I cut?"

Xiaoxiao looked at everyone's puzzled expression: "It's just fresh cut flowers, that is, the cut flowers, just like the flowers we used to insert bottles. They are cut and sold for the sake of people's bottles for appreciation."

In ancient times, there were also people selling cut flowers. They were often flower girls carrying bamboo baskets, selling some fragrant flowers such as white orchids and jasmine, or flowers for women's hairpin hairpins. There seemed to be no one. As for packaging flowers into bouquets and giving them to their lovers, it was a brand new concept.

Sure enough, ancient people frowned and thought for a while. Wen Zhi was the first to say, "What should I do if I can't cut the flowers and sell them? This place is not as prosperous as Dali's flowers and trees. Selling flowers is like selling vegetables."

"Is there anyone selling flowers in Dali?" Xiaoxiao asked by grasping the question.

Wen Zhi nodded: "Dali has flowers blooming all year round, and those flower farmers can also sell cut flowers. Most of the people who buy flowers are women who want to wear flowers, and there are also young men who buy flowers for their lovers to wear."

The girls felt romantic after listening to it, and listened to the story of Dali people with their stars.

"The flowers always have a flowering period, and even if they are not cut, they will always wither," said Wen Xixiu. "If you want to raise them with water or ice cellars to keep them fresh, there will always be a way."

Xiaoxiao nodded: "Those expensive flowers need to be booked one day in advance, so the risk will be much smaller."

Wen Lao Er shook the fan: "It's a big deal. Anyway, there are some places in Huaju. When the third brother comes back, he will tell him to try to cut a few first."
Chapter completed!