CHAPTER 335: CHAPTER 71: TREASURE SCISSORS CHOOSING A MASTER

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"I don’t have time to chat with you, I’m asking if, apart from that pot of Shen Zhou Red Snow, did Mei Nian leave anything else behind?" Mei Nian had already probed, and Zhuo Feng was clearly a greenhorn in horticulture. That pot of Shenzhou Red Snow was undoubtedly grown by Bai Ju Yi. She didn’t have the time to dawdle with Zhuo Feng; she needed to quickly find out about the whereabouts of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.

"There’s nothing else," Zhuo Feng flatly denied, then after a while, changed her story, "There are also some potted plants."

"I’m not asking about potted plants, other than potted plants and Shen Zhou Red Plum, is there anything else?" Mei Nian persisted relentlessly.

"There really isn’t anything else, oh, there’s some land left in the Beijing Suburb," Zhuo Feng tried to downplay the scale of the farm, hoping that someone like Mei Nian, who didn’t seem the type to covet a few barren plots, wouldn’t be interested. Besides, that farm was essentially co-owned by the old Mr. Bai Ju Yi and Mei Xiang; the Mei family had no claim to it.

"I’m asking you one more time, is there anything else?" Mei Nian was completely out of patience now. Back then, Mei Xiang had stubbornly broken away from the entire family just to be with Bai Ju Yi. The most important thing of the Mei family was also taken away by her in secret.

"There really is nothing left, I swear it’s truly all gone," Zhuo Feng had completely forgotten about the nondescript pair of scissors.

Zhuo Feng and her husband, Feng Xing, returned home one after the other.

No sooner had they touched the home sofa than both heaved a deep sigh.

"Husband, I feel like I’ve attracted trouble," the appearance of Mei Nian once again reminded Zhuo Feng of Bai Ju Yi’s lonely and desolate state on his deathbed, and Mei Nian’s words intensified Zhuo Feng’s guilt over her past few years of cynical taunting towards the elderly man.

Ever since Zhuo Feng had considered transitioning to farming, she had been managing the rooftop garden for half a year, growing peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, taking turns planting a variety of crops. The fresh produce harvested from the rooftop was much better than what was sold in the markets (unknown to Zhuo Feng, the fruits on the rooftop had been tampered with by Xiao Xian).

This had naturally led Zhuo Feng to consider herself a farmer whether it was growing vegetables or flowers, the difficulty shouldn’t be too great.

But today, after encountering Mei Nian and her expert-level classmates, Zhuo Feng finally realized, she hadn’t even completed the most basic level of training.

Due to Mei Nian’s repeated verbal disrespect towards Bai Ju Yi, Zhuo Feng blurted out in annoyance that she was Bai Ju Yi’s disciple.

Without commenting it would have been alright, but once she said it, Mei Nian directly threw out a challenge, "Since you’re that old man’s disciple, then bring your work next time. If it gains the admiration of a majority of the students in the classroom, I will retract my previous criticism."

Since Mei Nian openly claimed that Shen Zhou Red Snow was cultivated by their Meijia Village, it implied that she intended to take the Daffodil back.

Before sending the Daffodil to participate in the exhibition, Zhuo Feng had promised Xiao Xian that after the competition, Xiao Xian would personally transplant the Daffodil in front of Bai Ju Yi’s grave as a commemoration.

To get the Daffodil back, Zhuo Feng had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

"What? You agreed to bring a potted plant for exhibition in class? We don’t have any suitable potted plants at home, and as you said, Teacher Mei should be quite familiar with Mr. Bai’s craft, so those potted plants on the rooftop can’t be taken there," Feng Xing, who had also had an unsuccessful outing today, felt the slump in the real estate market, with prices being pushed down low. The recommendation from the real estate agent was to take advantage of the industry’s saying about the golden September and silver October, to act during September or October.

But it would be more than half a year before September and October arrived; both husband and wife had resigned, and waiting idly for half a year wasn’t an option. They had to gather funds for the renovation of the farm before spring planting.

"It’s not just about potted plants, I can also just cut some flowers or grass to bring over," Zhuo Feng still tried to talk her way out, her husband has thought of it, how could she not know, It was the frustration of ’fighting for a breath while Buddhas demand a stick of incense’ gnawing at her.

Feng Xing didn’t dare to answer, for someone who couldn’t even pick a bunch of celery without leaving a stalk of leaves, the delicacy of flower arranging seemed completely out of the question.

"How about we just take that pot of Begonia there? It looks pretty healthy, and you could say that you’ve been taking care of it," Feng Xing suggested, moving the pot of Begonia into view.

The flower was bought the year before last, and it was Zhuo Feng herself who bought it. She potted and divided the soil, creating two pots. One of them died last summer due to too much water. The remaining one was also almost dying last winter.

However, this spring, whether it was just the right room temperature or the strong vitality of the flower itself, it suddenly sprouted branches and leaves, thriving impressively.

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