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The grayish-brown spherical object looked very inconspicuous, at first glance, it was mistaken for trash. Zhuo Feng bent down to pick it up, squeezed it lightly with her hand, and softly exclaimed, "This is a daffodil bulb."
Buried in the trash, this unidentified object was actually a daffodil bulb, albeit a shriveled one that could be called a daffodil mummy.
Having found the daffodil bulb, even Zhuo Feng felt the urge to buy a new bulb to fake it: "I think it's better to buy one from the flower and bird market, this one doesn't look like it can bloom."
Those who know how to cultivate daffodils would, after the winter blooming season, prune the bulb and then store it properly to prepare for cultivation next year. Xiao Xian's daffodil that was cultivated in Ge Village a few years ago thrived quite well.
