Chapter 353 353. Fairy and Village Leader
These sighs echoed in Zhu Yuntao's heart, but his hand couldn't help but touch the cigarette.
When the lighter lit with a "pop" sound and the flames jumped, he suddenly froze.
Zhu Yuntao took the cigarette out of his mouth before lighting it, looked at it carefully, and asked again: "Dad, where did you get this?"
Lao Zhu looked at him warily: "What do you care? If it's given to you, smoke it. If it's not given to you, don't ask for it!"
Zhu Yuntao:…
Everyone says that the fragrance is far away and the smell is near. Why does he feel that his son is worthless since his father entered the nursing home?
He didn’t even say he wanted the cigarette!
There isn’t even a logo on it, it’s rolled in white paper, and it looks like it was rubbed by someone at home—wait a minute!
He reacted and looked at the cigarette carefully again. He said in disbelief: "Dad, this is not a cigarette you rolled yourself, right?"
Lao Zhu endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from turning up: "How is it? The level is not bad."
It's not that he smoked it. In order to be worthy of this cut of tobacco, he practiced it many times in private - look at the roll of this cigarette. It's not loose or tight, and the seams are neat. Except for the paper on the filter tip, which is not colored, it's just the same as usual. There is no difference, he is indeed the best!
However, Zhu Yuntao couldn't laugh or cry: "Dad, what are you doing? There are so many cigarettes in the house, you can smoke them as you like, it's really not like this."
Lao Zhu was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react.
This son has lost his brain as he gets older, and his own father doesn't even understand him! Does he seem like the kind of person who compromises?
Thinking about it, I felt a little reluctant to part with the five cigarettes I just pushed past: "If you don't smoke, give them back to me."
Zhu Yuntao's heart tightened, and when he saw his father squinting his eyes, he looked like he was untying his belt when he was a child. At this moment, he was smart and lit up the cigarette again with a "pop" sound.
Putting the simple cigarette into his mouth, and taking a deep breath, it seemed as if there was an indescribable heat rising straight to the sky, causing all the messy emotions in his mind to disperse.
For a while, 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 cigarettes a day."
With this smoke, nothing else can be seen.
And he usually smokes other cigarettes, one puff after another, and he won't stop until he finishes smoking.
But now after taking a puff of this cigarette, my heart seems to have calmed down, and I have no 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 tobacco?” He looked at it: “Is there any material added to it that can help with smoking cessation?”
There are many tools for quitting smoking on the market, such as some drugs such as varenicline tartrate, but they are expensive and come with unbearable side effects for many people, so most people don’t know much about them.
But there is nothing uncomfortable about smoking it, not to mention that what is 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 wary: "Why do you think so much? If I give it to you, smoke it. If you don't want to smoke it, just give it back to me."
He has now experienced repeated squeezes from several old men. He is like a warrior. Everyone is here to steal things, and his own son is no exception.
But he was just disliked by Lao Zhu, and he was not a brainless person in essence. He only thought about it briefly and laughed: "Is this what Xiaojun got for you?"
This is not difficult to guess. Although he has not had time to taste the things the child sent back, he can basically guess where the things came from by thinking about what his father said when he entered the door. After all, it is normal for good mountains and good water to produce many good things.
What's more, his father is in the mountains, and there is no way to get in touch with him except for things given by people close to him.
Who would sell tobacco of this quality to him privately?
Lao Zhu became proud: "How about it? You are an incompetent father, but at the critical moment, my granddaughter still has her grandfather in her heart!"
"But you can't go to her just because you think something is good. My granddaughter is struggling in the village! People who work in the mountains and in the fields don't know how much work they have to do and how many disputes they have to resolve... Just hold on tight!"
Zhu Yuntao couldn’t laugh or cry: It’s really not true!
What’s more, his need for cigarettes is not as great as his father’s.
As he said this, he stretched his hand to one side and put all the remaining four and a half cigarettes into his bag.
…
At this time, Zhu Jun, who was going up the mountain and down to the ground, was indeed sweating profusely and very embarrassed.
She and Song Tan were squatting on the edge of the watermelon field. The two of them grabbed a melon from the melon vine on the side. Song Tan smashed it in half with a fist.
Now one person is holding half of the melon, squatting there with his face full of juice. One of them doesn't look like a fairy, and the other doesn't look like a village cadre, but the conversation is still interesting -
Zhu Jun asked her while eating the melon, "This melon tastes so good. Should we expand it next year?"
“It depends on the situation.”
Song Tan never forgets his original intention - making money is second, and the most important thing is to arrange for everything he wants to eat.
So the yield is not important, what is important is the variety.
Zhu Jun was not discouraged. He just looked at the peach forest where everyone was laughing: "You won't be able to plant watermelons here next year, right?"
“I think the peach trees are growing too fast this year and will enter the fruit-rich period next year. The branches and leaves will become denser and there will be no sunlight at all.”
That's right, if you want to plant watermelons next year, you really need to find a special place.
Song Tan thought about the money he could earn this year, and then said politely: "Please help look after the mountains here, and then give me a fair price. After July, I can pay the money I owe to the village." That money will be paid off next year.”
In July, the house is built, the balance is paid, the rice fields are harvested, and the peaches are on the market... there are plenty of places to make money.
Actually, we already have that money, but there are quite a lot of things going on at the moment, so Song Tan will stay and reserve it for the time being.
"Okay." Party Secretary Xiao Zhu is the one in the village who is most looking forward to their family's expansion: "But if you have extra money on hand, I suggest you discuss an agreement with the village in advance - the fruits on your mountain grow so well. The price will probably not be low by then.”
Prices are high and incomes are high. Although everyone knows that their products are of good quality, everyone is lucky - it is next to the mountain of Song Tan's house and has similar water, soil and light. Even if the taste is not the same as others, even if it is exposed to a little light, it will not be the same. Not coming?
You can definitely make money.
At that time, it is inevitable that some people will want to take down the mountain next to it.
You should know that although there are young people in the village, it does not mean that they have no family background. To be honest, the cost of contracting barren mountains is not much. For those doing business, it is just a drop in the bucket.
I’m in danger of not being able to write tonight! Gritting my teeth and persisting
(End of this chapter)