Song Tan Jishi

This sigh echoed in Zhu Yuntao's heart, but his hand involuntarily touched the cigarette.

When the lighter was ignited with a "snap" and the flames jumped, he suddenly froze.

Zhu Yuntao took the unlit cigarette from his mouth, looked it over carefully, and asked again: "Dad, where did you get this?"

Old Zhu looked at him vigilantly: "What do you care? Just smoke if you give it to you, and don't open your mouth if you don't give it to you!"

Zhu Yuntao: ...

People say that the fragrance is far away and the near is smelly. Why does he feel that his son is worthless since his father entered the nursing home?

He didn't even say he wanted the cigarettes!

There's not even a logo, it's rolled up in white paper, and it looks like it was rubbed out by itself-wait a minute!

He came to his senses, looked at the cigarette carefully again at this moment, and said in disbelief: "Dad, it's not the cigarette you rolled yourself, right?"

Old Zhu endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back the upturned corner of his mouth: "How is it? The level is not bad."

It’s not that he blows it. In order to be worthy of the shredded tobacco, he has practiced it privately many times—look at this cigarette, it’s not loose or tight, and the seams are neat, except that the paper on the filter side is not colored, just like usual There is no difference in smoking, as expected of his old wish!

However, Zhu Yuntao couldn't laugh or cry: "Dad, what are you doing? There are so many cigarettes in the house, you can smoke as you like, it really can't be like this."

Lao Zhu was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react.

This son is old, his brain is not working well, and his own father doesn't even understand it! Does he seem like the kind of person who compromises?

Thinking about it this way, the five cigarettes I just pushed over were a little bit reluctant: "If you don't smoke, give it back to me."

Zhu Yuntao's heart tightened, and seeing his father's squinting eyes, he looked very much like the way he untied his belt when he was a child. At this moment, he was full of cleverness, and he lit the cigarette again with a "pop".

Put that simple cigarette into his mouth, and with a deep inhalation, it seemed that an indescribable burst of hot air shot straight into the sky, causing the messy emotions in his mind to dissipate.

For a moment, he sat there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Then he looked at the cigarette in his hand with a complicated expression: "Dad, no wonder you only smoke 10 a day."

With this smoke, nothing else matters.

Moreover, he usually smokes other cigarettes, one puff after another, and he will not stop until he finishes smoking.

But now after taking a sip of the cigarette, my heart seems to have calmed down, and I don't have any other desires anymore.

He tentatively put out the cigarette in the ashtray, sat there and tasted it, but he didn't feel any different.

"Is this shredded tobacco?" He looked at it: "Could it be that there is something added in it that can help quit smoking?"

There are not no smoking cessation products on the market, such as some drugs - varenicline tartrate and the like, but they are expensive and have unbearable side effects for many people, so most people usually don't know much about them.

But there is no discomfort in smoking this cigarette, not to mention that the things delivered must be guaranteed, the accompanying doctor here can't wait to come to the door every day...

He was interested, but Lao Zhu was vigilant: "Why do you think so much? If you give it to you, you can smoke it, if you don't want to smoke it, you can give it back to me."

Now that he has experienced repeated oppression by several old men, he can be called a stalker. It seems that everyone is here to grab things, and his own son is no exception.

Zhu Yuntao was really speechless.

But he was just disgusted by Lao Zhu, and he was not a brainless person in essence. He laughed after thinking for a while: "This is what Xiao Jun brought back for you, right?"

It's not difficult to guess, although he hasn't had time to taste the things the child sent back, but he can basically guess where the things came from by associating with what his father said when he entered the door.

After all, it is normal for good mountains and good waters to produce many good things.

What's more, his father is on the mountain, and there is no way to get in touch with him except for things from close people.

Who would sell cut tobacco of such quality to him in private?

Old Zhu became proud: "How is it? You are incompetent as a father, and my granddaughter still has her grandfather in her heart at critical times!"

"But you are not allowed to go to her if you think something is good. My granddaughter is suffering in the village! I don't know how much work I have to do and how many disputes I have to resolve...you can hold on to me!"

Zhu Yuntao can't laugh or cry: I really can't!

What's more, his demand for cigarettes is not as great as his father's.

That being said, he stretched out his hand to the side, and put all the remaining four and a half cigarettes into his bag.

...

At this time, Zhu Jun, who was going up and down the mountain, was indeed sweating profusely and was very embarrassed.

She was squatting on the edge of the watermelon field with Song Tan, and the two of them grabbed a melon from the melon vine next to it, and Song Tan smashed it in half with a fist.

Now one of them is holding half of the melon, squatting there to eat, his face is full of juice, one doesn't look like a fairy, and the other doesn't look like a village cadre, but there is still so much meaning in the chat——

While eating the melon, Zhu Jun asked her: "This melon tastes so good, do you want to expand it next year?"

"It depends."

Song Tan has never forgotten his original intention - earning money is second, and the most important thing is to arrange everything he wants to eat.

Therefore, the yield is not important, but the variety is important.

Zhu Jun was not discouraged, but just looked at the peach forest echoing with everyone's laughter: "Next year, you won't be able to grow watermelons here, right?"

"I think the peach trees are growing too fast this year, and next year they will enter the fruitful period. The branches and leaves are dense, and there is no sunlight underneath."

This is true, if you want to grow watermelons next year, you really have to find a special place.

Song Tan thought about the money he could earn this year, and then said bluntly: "You can help me look at the mountains on this side, and then give me a fair price. After July, I will be able to pay the debt owed to the village." The money was paid off. Next year, I will pay for the rest.”

In July, the house is built, the final payment is settled, the rice fields are harvested, and the peaches are on the market... There are places to make money.

In fact, there is that money now, but there are quite a lot of things at present, so Song Tan will keep it in reserve for the time being.

"Okay." Xiao Zhu is the one in the village who is most looking forward to the expansion of their family: "However, if you have extra money on hand, I suggest you discuss an agreement with the village in advance - the fruit on your mountain grows so well. , the price will not be lower by then.”

The price is high and the income is high. Although everyone knows that their products are of good quality, everyone has a fluke mentality - the mountain next to Song Tan's house has similar water, soil and light. Almost there?

Sure to make money.

At that time, it is inevitable that those who are interested will want to take down the mountain next to it.

You must know that although there are young people in the village, it does not mean that they have no family background. To be honest, contracting barren hills does not pay much, and for those who do business, it is just a drop in the bucket.

I can't write any more tonight! gritted teeth