Chapter 137： Fragrance

Hua Showa and Ye Shen took a car to the state-run nursery, where they sold flowers and plants.

A beautiful life needs to be embellished, how can there be few flowers, every nursery is open to the outside world, selling some flowers and plants, as well as various trees.

The two entered the first nursery, and the yard was full of flowers, colorful, very beautiful, and very fragrant.

Ye Shen was so smoked that he sneezed immediately.

He has always disliked scented things, whether it be floral or cosmetic.

He looked down at the little girl who was just over his shoulder. The only scent he liked when she grew up was the scent of his little flowers.

Ye Shen leaned beside Hua Zhao, lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her hair, only then did his nose feel better.

"Want to buy something?" The nursery staff came over and asked excitedly.

The young man is in his 20s and is not tall. When he first saw Hua Zhao, he almost couldn't pull out his eyes, but when he got closer, he found that the little girl was actually a pregnant woman, and there was a stern man standing behind him.

His eyes collided with the man's, and he shivered from the cold, not daring to look around again.

"Are there any particularly beautiful flowers? You are reluctant to sell them." Hua Zhao asked.

The young man froze for a moment, glanced at Ye Shen's expression, and said, "Yes, come with me."

He led the two of them through the open field full of flowers at the door, and into the plastic shed behind.

Plastic is a scarce material at this time, and ordinary people cannot easily buy it. Even these state-run nurseries do not want to build a few greenhouses.

The flowers and plants in the greenhouse are indeed more delicate and more precious.

Outside, the colorful flowers are full of home-made flowers, such as roses, lilies, and red mountains.

There are more tropical green plants in it, and Hua Zhao saw the fortune trees and bamboos that were very common in later generations but rarely appeared in the north at this time.

"Master, there are two people who want to see our camellias." The young man said to an old man inside.

The old man straightened up from the flowers and grass and glanced at Hua Showa and Ye Shen.

This little girl is beautiful, she looks like a flower, and it matches his precious camellia. Then let them take a look.

The old man nodded: "Let's go."

He took the two out of the greenhouse and went to a glass greenhouse at the back.

Although glass is not rarer than plastic, the cost is high, and the flowers and plants in the glass greenhouse are even better.

This glass shed is very small, only 100 square meters. Hua Zhao glanced at it. There are 9 kinds of top ten famous flowers in China.

The plum blossom, the first of the ten famous flowers, is not here. It is estimated that the temperature here is not suitable for the growth of plum blossoms.

The old man took the two to the very center of the greenhouse, where there were a few pots of small green trees.

"This is the famous camellia in our nursery, but now that the flowering period is over, let's see."

Hua Zhao......

Seeing Hua Zhao's speechless expression, the old man smiled, picked up a booklet next to the flower pot and opened it: "This was taken when they were blooming, so you can look at this."

This is not too bad. Hua Zhao turned over the booklet. The camellia pollen in the booklet is white and red, and it blooms very beautifully. The key is that there is a two-color tree. One flower is half pink and half white.

"How to sell this tree?" Hua Zhao asked.

"The little girl has a good eye. Our nursery is best at cultivating camellias, but for so many years, we have only cultivated this pot of two-color, not for sale." The old man said.

Hua Zhao.....

"Other camellias, 100 yuan a pot." The old man said again.

"It's so expensive!" Hua Zhao exclaimed.

The old man glanced at her: "These are all rare boutiques, which are hard to come by, and the flowers are all over 10 years old. There are cheap seedlings outside, 1 yuan, 5 yuan a pot, both."

"What about that seed? Is there any?" Hua Zhao asked.

The old man glanced at her again and nodded: "Yes, 1 cent each."

"Then let me get some seeds." Hua Zhao said.

The old man said nothing, turned around and left.

Hua Zhao wanted to keep up, but suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

This floral fragrance is elegant and pleasant, and it seems to be absent, but as long as anyone who has smelled it will definitely like it, it will make people want to smell it again.

She turned her head and immediately pinpointed the source of the fragrance, a pot of orchid hidden in the corner.

The leaves of the flower were a little wilted, drooping softly, and the flowers were also shriveled, and at first glance it was sick.

"How do you sell this flower?" Hua Zhao pointed at the orchid and asked.

The old man glanced at it and immediately shook his head: "That's a Mr. He who put me here and asked me to help him see a doctor. Really, if you don't know how to grow flowers, you have to keep them. I've been raising flowers for a lifetime. Flowers have not been verified."

Ye Shen frowned immediately. He only knew one person who used the fragrance of flowers to treat headaches.

He Jianning.

Hua Zhao noticed his abnormality and immediately asked, "Is it him?"

Ye Shen looked at her, what a smart little girl.

He nodded.

"Oh." Hua Zhao followed the old man out of the glass room.

After they left, the leaves of the orchid drooped down a little, and it was completely wilted.

The old man took them to another warehouse, which was filled with flowers and seeds.

Generally, few people come to buy seeds. Flowers and plants are not weeds. They live well without taking care of them. Some people do not succeed in taking care of them, so there is a flower and grass market.

But if someone comes to buy seeds, they buy it too.

Ye Shen pulled Hua Zhao strangely. His little daughter-in-law, who spent a lot of money, was reluctant to buy 100 yuan, but wanted to buy something for 1 cent? Why doesn't it feel a little like her?

Although 100 yuan to buy potted flowers is a bit extravagant and unnecessary, but if she likes it, it is not impossible.

Hua Zhao smiled at him and said nothing.

Those cultivated flowers are all set, and it is difficult to explain if they suddenly mutate. It is better to buy the seeds directly. It doesn't matter to her what flowers will bloom at that time, the seeds are just like that~

The old man was standing in front of a shelf with signs hanging on the bags of bags.

Hua Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to a bag and said, "Wild Camellia?"

"Yes, I want to use the wild camellia seeds collected from the old farmers in the south to cultivate." The old man said.

Wild varieties are crossed with existing varieties, often resulting in new varieties.

"That's it!" Hua Zhao said.

The old man glanced at her, and because she looked like a flower, he didn't know her in the same way!

"I'll sell you a handful at most." The old man reached out and grabbed a handful.

This bag of camellia seeds is of various sizes, but compared with other flowers and plants, the seeds of camellia are very large. The largest is as big as a chestnut, and the smallest is as big as a hazelnut. There are only a dozen of them in this bag. .

"Enough is enough," Hua Zhao said. She wants good seeds that she can grow by herself.

After taking the seeds, Hua Zhao looked at the bags of seeds on the shelves and didn't want to leave.

"Master, give me some of those seeds? I want all the cuckoos, peonies, and narcissus."

The old man is angry, this girl doesn't look like a serious flower grower, she is just here to play.

"Not for sale," the old man said.

"...Then do you receive flowers?" Hua Zhao asked.