Really come?

Everyone spontaneously made way aside. He Ze and Luo Zhanming looked in the voice. The servant led an old farmer in his sixties and seventies to take big steps and then came in.

The old farmer's hair was white, half hunched over, only his eyes were flashing, and he looked very energetic, but... he was too anxious.

"Where is soft fragrance red? Where is soft fragrance red?"

As soon as the old farmer came in, he said nothing. He opened his mouth and said "soft fragrance red". His eyes turned around and finally stopped in front of He Ze.

"That's it, soft and fragrant red?"

He murmured, the old farmer squatted down, looked around the flower pot and looked again and again. His eyes gradually widened, and finally his knees weakened and he knelt directly in front of the flower. He raised the flower pot and wished his eyes were stuck on it.

When others saw him like this, their eyes became more eager when they bet on the flowers.

"The flower is purple-red, fan-shaped petals, calyx tips are long, and the flower is cup-shaped..."

The old farmer muttered to himself while watching the flowers. After watching the flowers, his eyes were bent on the rhizomes and leaves. He couldn't help but touched them, and immediately shrank back the next second. His fingertips were already bleeding from the thorns on the rhizomes. But the fanaticism on his face was even more serious, "Seldom branches, thin branches, curved thorns, long and round leaves, clearing the veins..."

"That's right! This is the soft and fragrant red! The flowers are as bright as brocade, the stems and leaves are as green as jade, and they are still unique and unique! The best flower, the best flower!"

The old man called Mr. Cai sighed twice, and the final word was made. His eyes looked at this flower plant like a lover he hadn't seen for many years, excited, excited, ecstatic... beyond words.

With Mr. Cai’s name on this street, naturally no one would doubt his words, and the crowd exploded again. Luo Zhanming shook the folding fan and smiled a little on his face.

"I have been with the flowers for decades, and I have always been proud of planting soft fragrance. Today, I realize that I am just arrogant when I see you..." The old man shook his head and wanted to touch the petals, but his movements stopped. He gently stroked the flower pot a few times, and muttered to himself to the flower. The onlookers were left behind by him.

"Mr. Cai, don't sigh. Since you are lucky enough to see this flower today, you are not regretful, right?"

"No regrets, no regrets! Death without regrets!" The old man focused his head and his eyes finally left the flower plant. "It turned out to be Mr. Luo. I have given you a gift. I wonder who planted this flower?"

It was said that it was a greeting, but the old man still did not put down the flowers, but just bowed to Luo Zhanming.

"It's far away in the sky and close in front of you, Mr. Cai, isn't the little brother in front of you?" Luo Zhanming shook the folding fan in his hand, wearing a romantic aura.

"You... are you talking about him? He?"

The old man turned his head to look at He Ze with disbelief on Luo Zhanming's eyes.

How is this possible? Such a good-quality soft red color needs to be carefully cared for for several years. It is delicate and easy to fold, and is extremely demanding on the growth environment and sunshine. How can a flower farmer who is not an experienced flower farmer grow such a top-quality flower!

"Little brother, this flower... is it really what you planted?" The old man couldn't help asking again.

"Old Cai... don't believe it?"

"To be honest, this flower is of great quality and is also rare among the soft and fragrant red. Little brother, your age..."

The old man wanted to speak but stopped, but his intention to not be finished is self-evident.

He Ze raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at the soft fragrance and then said, "How can you not grow good flowers at a young age? A real good flower is like a good article. It is natural, and I can get it by my own skill. If you are willing to plant flowers but don't bloom, and if you are unintentionally plant willows and willows, you will say this, isn't this the truth? Experience is important, and luck is equally important?"

"this……"

"I think you are a flower lover. But if you truly love flowers, you not only need you to love when they bloom, but also when they sprout, but also when they grow leaves. Even if they are infected with insects and frustrated leaves, you also need you to love when they are witnessed and taken care of their growth. You have witnessed and taken care of their growth for a long time. I am afraid that the sorrow and joy of this are long-term. Why should you be too persistent in the quality of flowers and the level of rareness? It only increases worries?"

Judging from the old farmer's excitement just now, he was afraid that he had already lost his mind for the flowers, so He Ze said something more. Whether he realized or not depends on himself.

"Okay, well said!" The old farmer was still stunned, but Luo Zhanming took the folding fan and clapped his hands, saying, "Young brother said this very well. He is thinking through people. No wonder he can plant such good flowers!"

"It's... I'm so old."

The old man was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, but he put down the flowers in his hand and bowed to He Ze, "I have only flowers in my life, and I have always wanted to plant rare flowers. The older I am, the more anxious I feel, I am afraid that I will never plant good flowers in the future. My little brother's words today will make me enlightened. I am ashamed, ashamed!"

"Everyone has his own needs. It is rare for the old man to stick to what he wants. Why do you feel ashamed? It's just that you relax your heart and maybe you can get something else."

"It's this, it's this!" The old man didn't know what he thought of, stroked his white beard, laughed twice before continuing, "I heard that the little brother was interested in giving up this soft and fragrant red plant. I wonder if I have this blessing?"

Is Cheng Yaojin a killer halfway?

When Luo Zhanming next to him immediately couldn't stand up, "I said Mr. Cai, you're not authentic. I've discussed this with this little brother long ago. If it's really soft and fragrant, I'll buy it. You have to come first and then come, right?"

"That's right, this flower was ordered by my young master, you can't grab it!"

The servant beside him was also full of righteous indignation.

"Hey! Mr. Luo, don't be anxious, I just mentioned it like that! Since I have already decided, I will naturally not be able to win over what I love. But..."

The old man glanced at He Ze, then turned to the sign next to him, and said with some regret, "But these twenty taels are really too cheap. The soft-scented red product I raised back then was far from this one, but it was only thirty taels that he could bear the pain of giving up. Little brother, do you want to consider..."

"Yes! Little brother, I'll pay twenty-one taels, how about you selling me the flowers?"

"Twenty-one taels, I'll pay twenty-three taels! Don't snatch anyone from me!"

"You have a lot of twenty-three taels? I'll give you twenty-five taels, little brother, twenty-five taels, you can figure it out!"

“…”

Before the old man finished speaking, the voices were boiling. He Zeshi, who had been shouting all kinds of things before, closed his mouth when he opened his mouth. Who would have thought that this was really a treasured famous flower?

The price of twenty taels increased by five taels in a short period of time, but the shouting of prices continued one after another. The person who was angry when he saw the three words "twenty taels" was now blushing and thick-necked.

If he had just been able to recognize the goods, he would buy them with gritted teeth and stomped his feet, and as he shouted like this, he would have earned at least ten taels of silver!

Ten taels! What does this mean? This man regretted so much that his intestines were blushed. But now, he was not even qualified to shout.

There were many people present who were thinking about it like him, and everyone who started to shout was thinking of making a lot of money. As the noise became more noisy, Luo Zhanming stood aside and looked a little cold. He gently tapped his palm, and finally couldn't help but turn his head, "Little brother, I'm paying for forty taels, is it possible?"

Forty taels, this... everyone was shocked by Luo Zhanming's big deal as soon as he opened his mouth. The voice of shouting for a while stopped. According to Mr. Cai, it is hard to say whether it is thirty taels to make a profit, but it is hard to say whether it is thirty taels to make a profit!

When the servant heard his young master shouting forty taels, he subconsciously swallowed, carefully pulled Luo Zhanming's sleeve, and winked at him.

If the master knew about it, he might have to get angry!

"You're twitching your eyes?" Luo Zhanming used the sling to sweep away the servant's hand, with a little suspicious look on his face, "You don't have this problem on weekdays, why are you twitching now? Stay away and don't delay the young master's business!"

Guard:...

"How is it, little brother, do you sell it or not?" Luo Zhanming asked again.

He Ze finally stood up and said, "Selling, you will naturally have to sell it. If you give the money, it will be yours."

Seeing He Ze so readily, Luo Zhanming smiled on his face and looked at the servant several times, but the latter was unaware of anything.

"Why are you stumbled on me? Give me money!"

"oh oh!"

Luo Zhanming slapped the handle of the fan on the shoulder, and the latter realized that he took out the money bag on his waist and took out two large silver ingots. He was reluctant to hand it to He Ze. This was the young master’s monthly money for half a year!

He Ze took two ingots of silver and threw them, but threw another ingot back, "Twenty taels, not one more, not one more cent, we have agreed before."

The servant who followed the silver in his arms was stunned, and Luo Zhanming was also surprised, "Little brother, this is twenty taels, do you really want it?"

He Ze raised the corner of his lips, stuffed the silver into his purse, and then said, "If you don't have faith, you won't stand. Since you have agreed before, how can I start a price? If you have something to do at home, let's take a step first."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Luo Zhanming to answer, and went around the crowd in a few steps.

Twenty taels of silver don't want it? Is this a fool? Everyone looked at He Ze's back and shook their heads and sighed. Only Mr. Cai touched his long beard and looked at Luo Zhanming, and they all saw the appreciation in both eyes.

"This guy...is really interesting."

Luo Zhanming shook the folding fan. He just turned his head, but he saw Mr. Cai hugging flowers. He immediately became anxious, "Mr. Cai, you..."

"If this flower is not old, how many days can Mr. Luo raise it?" The old man leisurely picked up the flower pot and said, "Minister's birthday, the young master is afraid that he will go here to buy this flower?"

"How could Mr. Cai know?"

His eldest brother is the wife of the county magistrate, and he and his eldest brother are both flowers-loving people. When his eldest brother's birthday was approaching, he only ran this way.

"The day before yesterday, the county magistrate's wife sent someone to invite me, and she raised her mouth," the old man held the flowers in his arms, and he didn't even want to blink. "Let's go, I will go home with you to take care of the flowers. I don't need monthly money, just care about how many steamed buns I have to eat."

As he said that, he had already carried Hua Wu toward the direction of Luo Mansion. He left the place where Luo Zhanming and the servant looked at each other, and were stunned for a few moments before chasing him.

He Ze left the flower and bird market and walked around the town for a while until he was full of things, so he drove the ox cart home. Because it was getting late, his speed was a little slower, and he did not enter the house until the moon was on the willows.

At that time, He An was sitting on the stone steps waiting for him, and rushed over several steps as soon as he saw someone.

The author has something to say: I know you are anxious and you can't afford to be injured by the disabled. I will definitely not be able to do so in the future. Sorry qaq

Also: Thank you Qinglian and Zhuo Heyou for seeing Xiaoxi's landmines, bow to thank [Being good]
Chapter completed!