Song Tan Jishi

It's easy to use, but there is no shortage of cigarettes in everyone's house, which is just a rare moment.

On the contrary, Lao Yun was in high spirits, and now he stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and lit the lighter with a "snap".

He took a deep breath familiarly, and then his expression seemed to freeze.

After a long while, he exhaled a mouthful of smoke slowly.

Then I started to be in a daze.

The other three old men were fiddling with the cigarette rolling machine——Old Zhu was stuffing shredded tobacco into it, and rolled out another one after a few strokes. When he picked it up and looked at it, he realized:

"Old Yun, what's your reaction?"

"It's nothing." Old Yun Cangsang said calmly, and then lightly flicked the cigarette ash:

"I just feel that all these years of smoking have been for nothing."

After he finished speaking, he tied the shredded tobacco bag without saying a word: "Old Zhu, it's agreed, I will share half of the shredded tobacco. Anyway, Lao Chen can't smoke it, and you two don't like it, so I'll take it back first." , I’ll send it to you after dividing it.”

Good guy, seeing him like this, how can everyone not understand!

At this moment, Qiqi went into battle to hold him in place, and then snatched the bag back again.

"I come!"

The dark-faced Old Wu glanced at him, and also planned to roll one.

Only Lao Chen looked left and right, and now he stretched out his hand ready to move, but was blocked by Lao Zhu with a "hum".

"The doctor said, you can't touch this. Sit farther away, we're going to smoke."

After he finished speaking, he lit the cigarette with a "snap" and put it in his mouth.

When Old Wu finished rolling the cigarettes, "...this stuff is really interesting, I'll buy one later—"

Looking up again, I saw two little old men with similar temperament sitting side by side on the bench in the gazebo.

With cigarettes in their respective hands, they exhaled slowly at this moment, their eyes were lax and their expressions were dazed.

Then Qiqi sighed: "How can I say... I feel that I have strength now, and I can run for an hour."

Old Zhu said vicissitudes.

Lao Yun didn't care about it: "You run, I'll roll cigarettes."

Forget it, fantasies are always short-lived, and Lao Zhu felt that he was dazzled by the strength of the cigarette, so he couldn't help calling the people around him:

"Come on, Xiao Zhou, you young people know how to go online, do you know where to buy this thing? Buy one for me."

"Buy me one too!"

At this moment, Lao Wu, who took his first puff of cigarette, also hurriedly raised his hand.

Only Old Chen looked left and right, and couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Tell me what it feels like to co-author! Is it a good thing?"

But at this moment, no one paid any attention to him.

...

Branch secretary Xiao Zhu didn't know about the disturbance on the mountain.

She just received a call from the imperial capital this afternoon.

As soon as it was connected, a familiar loud voice came from inside: "Is it the girl from the Zhu family?"

So familiar, who is it?

Zhu Jun racked his brains to come up with an impossible person——

"Grandpa Yun, why did you call me? What's the matter here?"

"Nothing."

On the other side, Lao Yun laughed loudly: "It's just thinking that a girl like you can fight so hard, it's not easy."

"It's okay." Zhu Jun laughed.

"Although the mountain village here is remote, it is relatively simple overall, and the work is easy to learn..."

"That's good, that's good..."

Lao Yun responded perfunctorily, and then changed the topic: "By the way, we have tasted the tea leaves you sent to your grandfather two days ago. Yes, the quality of this stuff is really good."

"Girl, as a parent official, you should help the villagers open up a market, don't limit your vision..."

Speaking of it, Zhu Jun is also a bit useless-a rising star in the village, but she is of no use in the middle, so she can only mourn:

"Grandpa Yun, you have tasted it too. It's so good that I don't have to worry about the sales. Their family has regular customers."

Old Yun: ...

Let's just say that good things don't get buried, and since that's the case, let's hit the straight ball!

So he stopped exchanging pleasantries: "That's good, can I buy this tea again? Weigh it for me as well."

"Girl, grandpa wants to tell you in advance how much it should be. If you let me know that you have advanced money from inside, during the Chinese New Year, do you think I will whip you with a feather duster?"

Zhu Jun was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wickedly:

"Grandpa Yun, just tea leaves? Do you want honey? Do you want white fungus?"

Old Yun: ...

He was silent, and finally gritted his teeth: "Give me 5 catties of honey, and 2 catties of white fungus!"

"OK!"

Zhu Jun crackled and quoted: "Tea leaves cost 10,000 yuan a catty, honey costs 1,000 yuan a catty, and white fungus costs 4,000 yuan a catty."

After finishing speaking, he complained plausibly:

"Grandpa Yun, look, at this price, I want to put money into it, and my salary is not enough!"

Old Yun: ...! ! !

He thought that the price of good things is not cheap, but after all, it is a remote mountain village, and there is always a stereotype in his heart.

Now I am shocked to hear the price.

"This... can this be sold in the village?"

"able."

Zhu Jun affirmed: "Now it's the Internet age, and the business of thousands of miles is connected by a thread, why can't it be sold?"

"The supply of honey like this is in short supply. If I didn't have a good relationship with this company, I might not be able to buy it by jumping in the queue."

This is true!

Lao Yun, who tasted the honey and drank two big bowls of white fungus soup, did not dare to relax at all - if he can taste such a good thing, so can others.

It is not a lie to say that the supply exceeds the demand!

Isn't it just money? He has a good pension—

"Buy! Grandpa will send you money later."

But, this girl just doesn't understand the hobbies of their elders... How can I say that I missed the point for a long time?

"There's still shredded tobacco!"

Now, it was Zhu Jun's turn to be stunned:

"Grandpa Yun, do you want shredded tobacco too?"

This old Song family!

What's the matter, when Nu Wa created humans, she used clay ideas for her, and gold powder for the other side?

Otherwise, how come everything has to be robbed?

However, there was nothing she could do now.

"Grandpa Yun, I can't help you with shredded tobacco. These are a few trees they planted at home, and they keep them for smoking. If I didn't come to the door with two bottles of Moutai, they wouldn't give it to me! This stuff is not for sale. , and no money."

Lao Yun couldn't hold back at that time!

"Why don't you sell it?! How did you become the party secretary? With such a good project, you have to ask the villagers to grasp the quality and control the sales. We all work together—why did you throw this golden mountain aside? "

Crackling, what a heartache!

Zhu Jun was also aggrieved: "The family makes a lot of money, and they don't really support the old man's smoking. From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of making tobacco."

Old Yun: ...

He was silent for a long time, and then asked again:

"You just said that you got two bottles of Moutai in exchange for... what Moutai? Is it a collection? How many years does it take? I'll send it to you!"

Zhu Jun: ...

Good night.