Changshui Village Farming Notes

Chapter 297 Bougainvillea

"Haha, brother, you can think about it." Lin Dongqing felt that Master Yang's mentality was quite young.

"Life is alive, don't you think about it! It's uncomfortable if you can't think about it! Sometimes, don't be too horny." Master Yang's expression didn't change.

He has already figured it out these years. He has experienced many things in his life, and his mentality has long since become peaceful.

So there is no emotional fluctuation at all when talking to others now, but I may be caught off guard and feed someone a mouthful of chicken soup.

Mr. Lin and Master Yang added fertilizer to the honeysuckle vines, and planned to plant the bougainvillea he just bought in the yard.

A few days ago, Mr. Lin saw a photo of a bougainvillea on the Internet.

The bougainvillea has been planted for more than ten years, growing from the downstairs to the top, and finally climbed to the top of the building.

The overall height is more than 20 meters, and it blooms very lushly, with a diameter of about 25 centimeters. There are many dense branches scattered more than one meter above the main trunk.

The old man was immediately attracted, thinking that he would also raise such a lush bougainvillea.

So he went to the flower garden with Master Yang, and Meng Fangzhi told him a lot about growing Bougainvillea.

The nutrient soil for planting bougainvillea this time is prepared by the old man himself. Loam, cow dung, leaf rot, sand, etc. are piled up and decomposed, and an appropriate amount of bone meal is added. According to Meng Fangzhi, this formula is most suitable for the growth of bougainvillea.

The two of them were talking when they saw a man in his 30s approaching.

Seeing the two old men planting flowers, he also came to join in the fun.

"Grandpa, can I ask you something?" The man looked at it for a while, and couldn't help asking Lin Dongqing.

Lin Dongqing raised her eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, it's like this. During the Chinese New Year this year, I planted a pot of bougainvillea. When I first bought it, it was pretty good, but recently its leaves have curled up and dropped a lot. It doesn't even have flowers. It's open. Do you know what's going on, old man?" The man organized his words, and then asked.

Mr. Lin's face was calm and he kept brainstorming, thinking about what Xiaomeng told him back then.

"Well, that's simple. Your bougainvillea is sick. There should be worms growing in it, so the leaves curled up. The disease is quite serious. If you don't solve it as soon as possible, you may not be able to save it. As for the reason for the leaves falling , It should be because the temperature has risen recently and you haven't watered it often." Lin Dongqing organized her words while recalling Meng Fangzhi's words.

"Ah! So what should we do?" the man asked impatiently.

"Open the leaves, there should be many larvae and pupae inside, you squeeze them to death, and then cut off the surrounding leaves. Remember to water more and let them bask in the sun, Bougainvillea likes humidity and light, water more and more sun The sun, it won't be a big problem."

The man understood and nodded.

He straightened up and glanced around, and saw a flower in the flower bed that was particularly beautiful, with gorgeous colors, yellow stamens and yellow and white petals like elves among the flowers, giving people the feeling of a small family jade, blooming in large areas, attracting Many bees came to gather honey.

The man thought that the old man helped him solve a problem just now, and thanked him in his heart, so he wanted to flatter him to express his admiration.

Then he pointed to the brilliant flowers blooming over there, and started the rainbow fart offensive.

(End of this chapter)