When a 70-year-old father fell in love with succulents and raised 100 pots of them, his daughter was

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Flower friend "Oh, hey, I almost looked like a fairy." Three years ago, she fell into the meat pit and has been unable to extricate herself. Currently, she has more than 300 pots of succulents and a 50-square-meter rooftop greenhouse. Under her subtle influence, not only her husband also became obsessed with succulent meat, but even her 70-year-old father fell into the meat pit. Today we will take a look at the story of the "fairy" and her meat-obsessed father.

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My father is 70 years old this year. Other old men at this age only play chess and fish. , do a square dance, and he has no other hobbies, other than being a little more fashionable, that is - raising more meat, and is especially obsessed with all kinds of mages.

Squatting in the greenhouse every day, watering, fertilizing, and making various cuttings ...

At first I thought it was just a novelty for fun, but in less than half a year, he had achieved fruitful results, with more than 100 pots of mage, neatly stacked beside the flower house, like a "Mage's House" ", and each one is bigger and stronger than the other!

Not only did he raise a lot, but his father also raised him in excellent condition. pretty!

Other succulents are also good to raise, look at these dense lilies.

This is the time when the succulent state is most beautiful.

Why is a 70-year-old man so obsessed with meat? And he was raised so well? This started when we moved back to our hometown Yuxi from Pu'er, Yunnan, in September 2016.

At that time, I had just fallen in love with Succulent for more than a year, every day Even buying meat, pots and soil, all my salary was used to buy meat... Therefore, my father began to object to us raising more meat. My husband and I proposed to build a greenhouse for the meat, but he did not agree.

Later, we had to stack hundreds of pots of succulents neatly on the roof of the building. Although my father also cared about succulents, he would go up to see them every day. After reading them, he would report to me which ones had grown again and which leaves had grown. He dropped it, but he never let go of helping us build a flower house!

It turned out that the winter was very cold, it snowed, and succulent After a few died, my father began to feel distressed and finally agreed to build a flower house for us.

Dad worked as a carpenter all his life and built a simple flower house. No problem at all! He dug out his "old friends", wrote and drew on the ground, and a 50-square-meter greenhouse appeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he ran through all the building materials in the city Go to the market, buy the most reliable and cost-effective materials, find a good person, and listen to his design and instructions. Although his right hand is a little disabled, he is better at work than anyone else!

Working intensively and overtime, which lasted 4 days, our glass The greenhouse is ready.

In order to make it easier to go up and down, my father also helped to make stairs. I no longer have to climb water pipe stairs in the future.

Look at me happily moving pots of succulent. When you enter the flower room, your father is also smiling. Sure enough, the man who loves you the most in the world is still your father!

I don’t remember the day when my father suddenly asked me to help me build some plots to plant flower ponds. I said no, but he said, "If you don’t plant them, I will plant them. I won’t buy them. I will just cut your forks." If the planting is good, you can keep it; if it’s not good, you can sell it.”

I thought to myself, let him go, as long as he is happy! As a result, this kind of person is very good. He works in the flower room from morning to night, pruning, inserting branches, and potting... He asks me to buy pots for him every day. He doesn't like other pots, so he goes to the flower market to buy that kind. Orchid pots, and asked my husband to buy them online for him.

If there were not enough pots, I would plant them in a flower pond, even digging out my favorite grapes! Just like this, I kept cutting branches, and the original few mages gradually turned into 10 pots, 30 pots, 50 pots... and finally 100 pots now. It’s so full that there’s no room for it at home.

Dad always says I won’t do it anymore, I won’t do it anymore , but I was still asked to buy soil and pots every day, and the number of mages continued to increase.

Because my father’s enthusiasm for raising succulents is at an all-time high, he gradually goes to the greenhouse more often than I do, and he no longer even cares about private plots. One day he actually said to me: "Stop watering randomly, I will water it for you."

Just in time, I had some free time, so for more than half a year, he basically helped me manage the succulents, and they raised them better than me!

It is said that succulents do not like fat, but my father often feeds succulents with very fertile farmyard manure - chicken manure, and spreads it directly on the pot surface. As a result, they all grow fat and big. , especially the succulents grown on the ground. Three mages can fill a washbasin and are as strong as corns.

And this baron, whose hands are bigger than mine, no, no, no, should be called Kuang Baron.

Thousands of ice plums have exploded. It should be better in winter. Very beautiful!

Sometimes there is really no place to grow it, so my father asks me to sell it. I say no, and he says, "That's right. For such a good mage, no one else can give a good price. Let's just get it." It would be a pity if someone else bought a big one and couldn't raise it well."

But some time ago, when he had nothing to do, he bought a second-hand tricycle, painted it, and went out to sell meat.

Although no one bought it, he was very happy, especially It’s when others praise him for being so succulent and raising so well. No matter what, whether he grows more succulents or sells more succulents, as a daughter, I just hope that he will always be healthy and help me take care of the flowers until my hair turns gray. gray!

My father is 70 years old this year. Look at his busy schedule. , with the satisfied smile on his face, I feel very happy. I only wish that time would slow down and slow down, slow down his aging pace, and give him more good times!

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