The sunflowers grown in rural areas are different from the sunflower varieties used for ornamental purposes in later generations.
The former is mostly used for food or oil extraction. It has a thick stem, large leaves, and can usually grow up to the height of a person. The flower heads are large and full. In order to make the large flower heads grow well, other small flower heads growing on the same stem are usually removed to ensure that the large flower heads have sufficient nutrition.
The latter is mainly for ornamental purposes; the flower heads will not grow too large, and the stems tend to be slender and long, and they generally will not grow side branches.
"Since you went through so much trouble to find it," Xie Zhuo glanced at Liu Mancang, "why are you putting it in my hand?"
"What else could it be?" Liu Mancang glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, lowered his voice and said, "It's all for your happiness."
Xie Zhuo frowned.
“I found out yesterday that Sun Jiarou is coming back from her maternal grandmother’s house today, and the Party Secretary has finished his meeting so he doesn’t need to go to the city anymore,” Liu Mancang said, winking.
"So Sun Jiarou will definitely come to bring water to the secretary in a little while. When that happens, you can take that little sunflower head and give it to her."
Xie Zhuo didn't say anything.
“I heard it from the educated youth in the next village,” Liu Mancang continued in a low voice, “The women like this kind of thing, they like men to give them flowers, and they even call it something like, something like, ‘Tike’.”
"But they didn't say they'd send these flowers, did they?" Zhao Jisheng interjected.
"Tsk, what's wrong with this?" Liu Mancang was unhappy that his early morning labor was being belittled. "Isn't it a flower? It's all yellow and orange, so pretty. It's much better than the wildflowers by the roadside!"
Zhao Jisheng: "...That's true."
"I'm telling you, Third Brother," Liu Mancang said, getting a little anxious as Xie Zhuo remained lazy and indifferent, "you need to put your heart into this important life event!"
“My mom said that once a man gets past my age, he's no longer in demand. I can't be picky anymore; I have to take the initiative. Otherwise, when I get older, I'll only be able to find divorced women with children…”
Oh shit.
Xie Zhuo was so angry he laughed.
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