When the 70-year-old dad fell in love with succulent plants and built the greenhouse, he raised 100 pots.

The flower friend, "ah, hello, ah, almost was a fairy". Three years ago, he fell into a meat pit and has been unable to extricate himself. he now owns more than 300 pots of succulent plants and a 50-square-meter rooftop greenhouse. Under her imperceptible influence, not only her husband is addicted to succulent plants, but also her 70-year-old father has fallen into a meat pit. Today, let's take a look at the story of the Fairy and her meat fan dad.

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Dad is 70 years old, other old men, this age is playing chess, fishing, square dancing, but he has no other hobbies, a little more fashionable, that is-succulent, especially obsessed with all kinds of wizards.

Squatting in the greenhouse every day to water, fertilize, all kinds of cuttings.

At first I thought he was just a novelty, but in less than half a year, he was fruitful. More than 100 pots of wizards were neatly placed on the edge of the greenhouse, acting like a "mage's house", and each one was bigger and stronger!

Not only do I raise a lot, but my father's state is also super beautiful!

Other succulent plants are raised well, too. Look at the dense Lily.

This is the most beautiful time for succulent plants.

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

At that time, I just fell in love with succulent plants for more than a year. I bought meat, pots and soil every day, and my wages were all bought. Therefore, my father began to particularly object to our raising succulent plants. My husband and I proposed to build a greenhouse for the fleshy meat, and he didn't agree either.

Later, we had to put hundreds of pots of meat neatly on the roof of the building. Although my father was also concerned about succulent meat, he went up every day and reported to me which one had grown and which leaf had fallen again, but he never let go when it came to helping us build a greenhouse.

As a result, it was very cold that winter. It snowed and several succulent plants died. Dad began to be distressed and finally agreed to build a greenhouse for us.

Dad has been a carpenter all his life, so it's no problem to build a simple greenhouse! He dug up his "old buddies", wrote and painted on the ground, and the 50-square-meter greenhouse appeared in an instant.

Then, he went to all the building materials markets in the city, bought the most reliable and cost-effective materials, found a good person, and listened to his design and command. Although he has a disability in his right hand, he works better than anyone else.

After four days of intensive work and overtime, our glass greenhouse was built.

In order to facilitate up and down, my father also helped to build the stairs, so that he would never have to climb the water pipe stairs again.

Watching me happily move pots of succulent plants into the greenhouse, my father smiles, and sure enough, the man who loves you most in the world is still dad!

I don't remember one day, my father suddenly told me to help me build some flower ponds. I said no, but he said, "if you don't plant it, I won't buy it. I'll just cut your branches and plant it. If it's good, you'll keep it, and if it's not good, you'll sell it."

I thought to myself, let him go, as long as he is happy! As a result, this one is amazing, working in the greenhouse from morning till night, pruning, cutting, and potting. Let me buy pots for him every day. I don't like other pots. I want to go to the flower market to buy that kind of orchid pot and ask my husband to buy it online for him.

If the pot is not enough, I plant it in the flower pond, and even my favorite grapes are dug up! Just keep cutting, the original several wizards, slowly become 10 pots, 30 pots, 50 pots … Finally, it is now 100 pots. It's so full that there's no room for it at home.

My father said every time that he would not fail, but he still asked me to buy soil and pots every day, and the number of mages was still increasing.

Because my father's enthusiasm for raising succulent plants is at an all-time high, he goes to the greenhouse more often than I do, and he doesn't even pay attention to his own land. One day he actually said to me, "Don't water it indiscriminately. I'll water it for you."

As it happens, I was at leisure, so for more than half a year, he was basically helping me manage the succulent plant, raising it better than I did!

It is said that succulent meat does not like to be fat, but my father often gives succulent farm manure-- chicken manure-- directly on the basin. As a result, all of them are raised fat and big, especially the meat planted in the ground. Three mages fill a washbasin, as strong as corn.

And the Baron, who is bigger than my hand, no, it should be called madman.

Thousands of heads of ice plum burst, the winter should be very beautiful!

Sometimes my father asked me to sell it when there was no place to grow it. I said I wouldn't sell it. He said, "it's also true. For such a good mage, no one else can give us a good price. If we pull the big one with one hand, it would be a pity if other people can't buy it and raise it."

But some time ago, he was idle. He bought a second-hand tricycle, painted it, and went out to sell succulent plants.

Although no one bought it, he was very happy, especially when others praised him for being succulent.

In any case, whether it is growing succulent or selling succulent, as a daughter, I just hope that he will always be healthy and take care of me until I am white-haired!

My father is 70 years old this year. When he is busy and succulent, I feel very happy with the satisfied smile on his face. I just wish time is slower and slower to slow down his old age and give him more good times!

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