Bromeliad on the bed: sharing my practical experience
Growing pineapple is truly a back-breaking business, and the price of gold is, like, totally back-breaking too.
How back-breaking, you ask? About as back-breaking as bending over 15,000 times in five days. Whenever I think back on those days in the dead of night, I still weep alone in silence. Ah, no - we men never let our tears fall lightly; there's gold beneath our knees, so if you're short on cash, kneel fast. Whenever the night grows quiet, I can still feel that ache drilling fiercely into my lumbar spine once more, and I can't help but shed proud tears.
The war began on a hot afternoon. This was my first intimate encounter with pineapple. At the start, my excitement was beyond words; wanting to put on a good show in front of my beloved, with adrenaline surging, I did it effortlessly - you could say that amid easy chatter, in the blink of an eye, I had prepared the warm bed for pineapple and me. My eagerness to get into bed was fully evident in my actions.
I laid out row after row of black warm beds for the pineapple. This black plastic sheeting can consolidate the bond between us, keep the mistress - weeds - from intruding, and also give her warmth when a cold snap hits, sparing her from the chill. After all, I can't warm 8,000 girls with my own body heat. The black plastic is also her protective shield, preventing heavy rain from washing the soil directly, and even serves as the pineapple's moisturizing mask, keeping the soil at a certain moisture level so the pineapple won't get too thirsty. Such a handy product - are you tempted too? A little commercial break: it's sold in all major pineapple-growing regions, 1,000 yuan per fen, with discounts for large quantities.
Although you can no longer see it, I believe that in another world, it can surely be felt.