"But there are fewer stalls on the street." Hua Banzhi looked at various flower stalls on both sides of the road and said, "It turns out that it's not just selling flowers!" She saw that there were stalls for buying antiques, snack stalls, and New Year's goods.

"The flower market is still dominated by flowers, with real flowers and fake flowers." Lin Xiyan said as he walked, "The flower culture of planting flowers has been solemn and self-supported by feudal literati and wise men from the revolutionary era since ancient times. In the ideological field, chrysanthemums represent nobleness, and camellia represents battle... Among the literati, there are also many quick-witted flowers, such as Qin Mu, who is good at chanting things and expressing his aspirations, describing more than one article about the flower market."

Amid the noisy voices, his clean and light voice clearly reached Hua Banzhi's ears.

"I don't know so much, just look good. Of course, I care most about whether it can bear fruit." Hua Banzhi said without hesitation.

Lin Xiyan remembered a poem when he heard this, "The jujube flowers can become solid even when they are small, and the mulberry leaves are soft and untie silk. It is laughable that peonies are like fighting, and they will not succeed in nothing and have empty branches."

"This poem is easy to understand, and I can translate it." Zhou Guangming immediately said when he heard this.

"Tell me," Lin Xiyan said, looking up at him slightly.

“Although the jujube flowers are small, they are sweet, crispy and delicious after autumn;

The mulberry leaves are very weak, and they can raise silkworms and tie silk. The beautiful silk is produced by mulberry leaves.

The peony flowers are very big, but they cannot produce delicious fruits or silk." Zhou Guangming said with a smile, "What I said is right?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiyan said with a smile, "The beauty of peony, her brilliance, shines with eyes and makes people feel happy, but these are all false external beauty without practical value, and are not worth mentioning. Once she blooms perfectly and beautiful flowers, the flowers will be empty and empty, and there is nothing to praise." Lin Xiyan looked at them and said, "But the flower market more reflects the atmosphere: "On the evening of the 30th anniversary of the Chinese New Year, the forsythia is blooming all over the streets, the red flowers are fresh, the yellow flowers are big, and thousands of flowers are not visible..."

"I don't seem to become a cultural person at any time." Hua Banzhi looked at the Hua Hui on the street with his lively eyes.

"You can't say that, cultural people also have to eat grains, right?" Lin Xiyan said pleasingly at her.

Hua Banzhi looked at him in surprise and said, "Can you say that?"

"What I'm telling is the truth." Lin Xiyan said with confidence, "No one can eat the wind and drink the dew! Culture also comes from the masses and goes to the masses."

Hua Banzhi raised her eyebrows lightly, "Ah! You are now straightforward."

"I sighed again at the profoundness of the flower-planting language." Lin Xiyan lowered his eyes and said with a smile on his face.

"Come on, what are we going to buy back?" Hua Banzhi asked casually when she looked at him.

"There are three essential flowers in the New Year in Canton: kumquat, peach blossom and daffodils." Lin Xiyan said with a mouthful.

"What's the meaning?" Hua Banzhi looked at the most of these three types in the flower market.

"Kumquats, because oranges and Ji are homophones in Cantonese, buying a pot at home symbolizes good luck; peach blossoms symbolize great fortune (peach), and young people hope to have good luck; daffodils symbolize wealth and auspiciousness." Lin Xiyan explained briefly.
Chapter completed!