Song Yun was sweating profusely as she said, "Now there are only two trees, but there will be more in the future. This little bit of land is nothing. When I have time, I will expand it."
"Let me help you." Song Ziyi turned around and found a hoe, and turned the soil with his sister. The six square meters of land soon became ten square meters.
Song Yun glanced at the time and said to Ziyi, "You have to go to school tomorrow, so don't do it. This size is enough. We can figure it out later if it's not enough."
Ziyi didn't insist, put down the hoe and went to wash up.
Song Yun transplanted two pots of rock mulberry flowers into the tilled soil, diluted half a basin of water with low-grade nutrient solution, left a little for soaking the branches, and used the rest to water the rock mulberry flowers.
After watering, Song Yun used scissors to cut off two branches and soaked them in the remaining nutrient solution.
As long as there are roots sprouting tomorrow morning, she will cut off some more branches to get more at a time.
Meimei had a good sleep, and the first thing she did when she got up in the morning was to look at the branches of the rock mulberry flower soaked in nutrient solution water.
Although the branches of the rock mulberry flower did not sprout roots overnight like the ice bamboo cultivated before, there were some obvious changes. Short roots emerged from the cross-section, which shows that this kind of cultivation is feasible.
So Song Yun cut off all the branches that could be cut from the rock mulberry flowers, took out some bowls from the storage compartment, filled them all with water with nutrient solution, and soaked the branches in them.
After finishing all this, she hurriedly washed, changed into casual clothes, ran to her uncle's house next door to have breakfast, and then went to look at houses with Bai Ruanruan.
It was very clear that the house Bai Ruanruan wanted to see was a small Western-style building on Pingyang Road. The small Western-style building that Bai Qingxia rented out was also on Pingyang Road, very close to the house Bai Ruanruan wanted to see, just a few buildings away.
The architectural style of the small villa is a bit Western, the location is also good, and the house is well maintained. It has two floors and a total of six rooms, which can accommodate a couple, a child, and a guest room. When it is opened to the public in the future, they can also hire a nanny and need a nanny room, and it can all accommodate them.
Song Yun could see that Bai Ruanruan was very satisfied.
She stood on the second-floor balcony, looking towards her own small Western-style house. She didn't know who lived there now. There were many flowers and plants planted in the yard, and it was kept quite elegantly.
There was no one in the yard now, so she couldn't see anything and quickly looked away.
After next year, the house will be fully recovered.
The two of them left after looking at the house. They were not good at negotiating the price, so their uncle would take care of it. Bai Ruanruan just needed to come and take a look. As long as she liked it, she didn't need to worry about the follow-up, as her uncle would naturally help her with everything.
Bai Ruanruan is undoubtedly happy. She has been raised in a wealthy family since she was a child and has never suffered the hardships of life. Her parents and family treat her like a treasure. When she grew up, she experienced a period of pressure and setbacks because of her uncle's illness. All of these problems were perfectly resolved after she met Song Yun. Now, with the protection of Song Yun and her family, she has found a compatible partner, and her life will surely be smooth sailing.
Even Song Yun sometimes envies Bai Ruanruan.
When leaving Pingyang Road, Song Yun and Bai Ruanruan passed by No. 77, which was the western-style building where Bai Qingxia lived.
Song Yun heard screams coming from inside, followed by a chaotic noise, and she slowed down.
Bai Ruanruan didn't have the same hearing as Song Yun, so she heard some noises, but she couldn't figure out where they came from. Seeing Song Yun slow down, she hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"
Song Yun turned to look at the closed door of Room 77. Suddenly, the door opened and a panicked middle-aged woman ran out. "Help! Does anyone have a car? Please help! Save my son!"
PS: I also want to live in a Western-style building, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to do so in this lifetime.
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