Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Gu Rong came back once, and then left.

He said hello to the school, except for important exams, he doesn’t need to come back. Therefore, he now spends most of his time on his own business. Increased, the principal suddenly doubled several times.

With the start-up funds, he started to start his own plan.

Fang Yan didn't know Gu Rong's actions, but Gu Rong's appearance this time reminded him of the large flower he planted in the space.

After returning from school that day, he immediately got into the space.

Because of the watering of the spring, most of the flowers in the space are blooming, and the flowers of various colors bloom together, which is very beautiful and beautiful.

It was just that Fang Yan went to the place where he planted a large orchid and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see any special place.He even called his smart housekeeper over: "Xiaobai, come and see, do you think this orchid can sell for more than 100,000?"

Hearing his cry, Xiao Bai ran over immediately. The white puppy ran in front of him with small steps, then slammed the brakes and almost hit the flower garden.It followed what Fang Yan said, carefully observed the entire flower garden, and then shook its head and said, "Master, Xiao Bai can't see any difference."

One is a future high-tech smart housekeeper with only data in his eyes, and the other is a pseudo farmer who grows in the village. Apart from being able to say the word "good-looking", the two really have little appreciation.

One person and one dog sighed at the flower garden.

The little white dog quickly remembered something, twisted his butt and ran out. After a while, he ran back, biting Fang Yan's corner and leading him away.

Fang Yan was dragged by it to the other side of the flower garden, and when he looked at it, he found one of the very conspicuous small flower pots. The small flower pot was carefully selected from the flower shop. The seeds inside were already blooming. The ones he planted in the school's small flower garden were just as good-looking.

"It's already blooming?" Fang Yan picked up the small flowerpot in surprise, and said, he went out of the space and ran downstairs: "I'm going to show my mother."

The other children gave the flowers they planted to their mothers, but he didn't. Although he said it was okay, he was also very lost!

"Wow!"

Xiaobai also followed up with his four short legs.

After the meal, the family was sitting in the living room, listening to Fang Huai talking about the guitar to them. The simple and brisk melody drifted in the living room. Everyone was fascinated by it. Suddenly, they heard a chaotic footstep, which interrupted them. Attention, suddenly heard the sound and looked over.

Fang Yan was holding a small flower pot and ran down happily from upstairs, followed by Xiao Bai stumbling and stumbling, stepping on the floor with six legs, and making heavy noises when he ran down the stairs.For a while, everyone looked at Fang Yan and Xiao Bai, and even Fang Huai stopped.

"Inkstone, come here." Fang Mu gently waved to him.

Fang Yan quickly ran over and sat down beside her. Before Fang's mother could speak, he immediately raised the small flower pot in his hand: "Mom, give it to you."

"Give it to me?" Mother Fang took it over in surprise.

Not long ago, she just received a large bouquet from her younger son. There are all kinds of flowers in it, and there are many varieties, and there are no shortage of expensive flowers, but the small flower pots now received are mediocre, but the flower pots are a little cute. The planted flowers are more brilliant, and there is no other special place.

Whether it is expensive or cheap, Fang's mother is happy to receive it.

"Thank you inkstone." As she said, she looked around, looking for a suitable place for small flower pots.

Fang Huai hugged his guitar, pretending to be depressed and said: "The inkstone is really partial. He only gives flowers to his mother, not to his second brother. When other people perform, there will be fans from the audience sending flowers. "

Just now, seeing his brother holding a small flower pot, Fang Huai had the illusion that his brother was here to give him flowers.He panicked and played a wrong note, wondering if it would be too strange to take over a flower pot, who knows that he didn't even get a petal in the end.

"This is different." Fang Yan blushed and said, "This is a flower planted in the school. Everyone gave it to his mother."

What's more, he originally intended to give it to his mother!

"The flowers in the school?" Fang Huai wondered: "Didn't your flowers be plucked out?"

Huh?

Fang Yan said "Oh," and quickly covered his mouth, only staring at Fang Huai with round eyes, like a frightened little squirrel.

His space is very magical. The flowers were replanted in a short time. Mom knew it, but the second brother didn't know it!

Fang Yan looked around in a panic, facing Fang Huai's question, he didn't know how to answer.He looked at it, so he had to look at the mother next to him for help.

Mother Fang touched his head calmly, and said: "Because of the school's nature lesson, inkstone has recently started to learn how to grow flowers. Not only do I have this potted flower, but there will be more in the future. I'm still working on vegetables and fruits. I found a place in the garden for his flowers."

The vegetable orchard is an inkstone business. Fang's mother and Fang Ke have always been busy with things there. The others have not seen it personally. Now that Fang's mother said so, he nodded and stopped asking.

Father Fang said again: "Where did you just play? Is this giving up buying sheet music?"

Of course not!

Fang Huai lifted his spirits, picked up the guitar and played again.

Fang's mother restricted his pocket money, and he has always been lavish. The pocket money just got this month is gone for a long time. The sheet music he wanted last month has already been bought, but this month he has it again. New wish, I want to ask a vocal teacher to teach him vocal music.After thinking about it, Fang Huai came up with a new idea to earn a vocal teacher by selling singing.

They sell simple songs that he has just learned not long ago, and the audience is naturally his family.

Regarding his decision to rely on his own labor in exchange for remuneration, the family members agreed with both hands. Therefore, after Fang Yan went upstairs, Fang Huai pulled a chair and played for everyone, letting everyone decide whether to give or not. He invited a vocal teacher.

He was interrupted by his younger brother when he was playing halfway just now, and Fang Huai hurriedly continued playing for his own score.

The brisk little tune rang again.

Fang Huai is very serious about his new hobby, as if he has found a new goal in life, he is more focused than before. He spent a lot of time, his fingers were scratched by the strings countless times, and now he can play like It looks decent.

A song is not long, Fang Huai bounced again, and it didn't take long for it to end.

Fang Yan was very fascinated by it. After the music disappeared, he immediately clapped his hands and clapped very hard, making Fang Huai very embarrassed.

"Inkstone also sounds nice?"

"Yeah!" Fang Yan nodded vigorously, his little head dangling out of ghosts.

He doesn't have much appreciative ability, just feels good.But this is enough.

Fang Huai pursed his lips embarrassedly and smiled, shy and restrained, and looked at the others expectantly.

Mother Fang held the small flower pot and said with a smile: "Okay, please. But we have agreed in advance. If you later regret it or skip class, the teacher's money will be deducted from your future living expenses."

A good vocal teacher is not cheap, maybe there is no living expenses for a whole year!

But Fang Huai was full of confidence in himself, and without much consideration, he immediately agreed.

"Don't worry, I will already be singing on TV when you see me next time."