It is useful, but everyone has cigarettes at home, it is just a temporary rarity.
On the contrary, Lao Yun was in high spirits. He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a lighter with a "click".
He took a deep breath with familiar movements, and then his expression seemed to freeze.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
Then I started to daydream.
The other three old men were fiddling with their cigarette rolling machines. Old Zhu was filling the machine with tobacco and rolled out another cigarette in a few seconds. When he picked it up and looked at it, he realized:
"Lao Yun, what's your reaction?"
"Nothing." Lao Yun said calmly, and then flicked the ash off his cigarette.
"I just feel like all the cigarettes I smoked over the years were wasted."
After he finished speaking, he tied up the tobacco bag without saying anything else: "Old Zhu, let's make a deal, I'll give you half of this tobacco. Old Chen can't smoke anyway, and you two don't like it, so I'll take it back first and send it to you after we divide it."
My goodness, seeing him like this, how could everyone not understand!
At this moment, everyone rushed forward to hold him down, and then snatched the bag back.
"I'll do it!"
Old Wu, with a gloomy face, glanced at him and tried to roll one as well.
Only Old Chen looked left and right, and was about to reach out his hand, but Old Zhu snorted and blocked his hand.
"The doctor said you can't touch this. Sit back. We're going to smoke."
After he finished speaking, he lit up the cigarette with a snap and put it in his mouth.
When Old Wu finished rolling the cigarette, he said, "… This thing is really interesting. I'll buy one later—"
When I looked up again, I saw two old men with similar temperaments sitting side by side on the bench in the pavilion.
They each held a cigarette in their hands and at this moment they slowly exhaled, their eyes were dazed and their expressions were blank.
Then they all sighed: "What can I say... I feel like I have enough energy now. I can run for an hour."
Old Zhu said with a vicissitudes of life.
Lao Yun didn't care: "You run, I'll go roll the cigarettes."
Never mind. Fantasy is always short-lived. Old Zhu felt that he was overwhelmed by the power of the cigarette. He couldn't help but call out to the people around him:
"Come on, Xiao Zhou, you young people know how to use the Internet. Do you know where to buy this thing? Buy me one."
“Buy me one too!”
At this moment, Old Wu, who had just taken his first puff of cigarette, also quickly raised his hand.
Only Lao Chen looked left and right, and couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Tell me what you think about it! Is it a good thing?"
However, at this moment, no one paid any attention to him.
…
Secretary Xiao Zhu had no idea about the turmoil on the mountain.
She just received a call from the imperial capital that afternoon.
As soon as the call was connected, a familiar loud voice came from inside: "Is this the girl from the Zhu family?"
It sounds so familiar, who is it
I wish you to rack your brains and come up with an impossible person -
"Grandpa Yun, why are you calling me? Is there something wrong here?"
"Nothing."
On the other side, Lao Yun laughed out loud: "It's just that it's not easy for a girl like you to be so hardworking and capable."
"Not bad." Zhu Jun laughed.
"Although this mountain village is remote, it is generally quite simple and easy to get started with..."
"That's good, that's good..."
Lao Yun agreed perfunctorily, and then changed the subject: "By the way, we have tasted the tea you sent to your grandfather a few days ago. It's good. The quality of this stuff is really good."
"Girl, as a local official, you should at least help the villagers to expand their sales channels. Don't limit your vision..."
Speaking of which, Zhu Jun also had no place to show her talents—she was a rising star in the village, but she was of no use at all. She could only complain:
"Grandpa Yun, you've tasted it too. That thing is so good. I don't have to worry about the sales. They have their own regular customers."
Lao Yun: …
It is said that good things will not be buried. In this case, let’s just play it straight!
He then stopped talking and said, "That's good. Can you buy more of this tea? Weigh two kilograms for me."
"Girl, Grandpa has to tell you in advance how much money should be paid. If I find out that you paid for it from the money, will I beat you with a feather duster during the New Year's greetings?"
Zhu Jun was stunned, and then laughed maliciously:
"Grandpa Yun, do you only want tea leaves? Do you want honey? Do you want white fungus?"
Lao Yun: …
He was silent, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Give me 5 kilograms of honey and 2 kilograms of Tremella fuciformis!"
"OK!"
Zhu Jun immediately quoted the price: "Tea is 10,000 yuan per pound, honey is 1,000 yuan per pound, and Tremella is 4,000 yuan per pound."
After that, he complained again, half true and half false:
"Grandpa Yun, look, at this price, I would like to put in some money, but my salary is not enough!"
Lao Yun: …!
!
He thought that good things were not cheap, but after all, it was a remote mountain village, and he always had a stereotype in his mind.
Now I am shocked when I hear the price.
"This... Can this be sold in the village?"
"able."
Zhu Jun affirmed: "It's the Internet age now, and business can be connected by a thread even if it's thousands of miles away. How can you not sell it?"
"Honey like this is in short supply. If I don't have a good relationship with this store, I may not be able to jump the queue to buy it."
This is true!
After tasting the honey and drinking two large bowls of Tremella soup, Lao Yun did not dare to relax at all - if he could taste such a good thing, others could do it too.
It is not an exaggeration to say that supply exceeds demand!
It's just money, isn't it? He has a pretty good pension—
"Buy it! Grandpa will give you the money later."
But, this girl just doesn’t understand the hobbies of grown men like them... How come she hasn’t gotten to the point after talking for so long
"And tobacco!"
This time, it was Zhu Jun's turn to be stunned:
"Grandpa Yun, do you want some tobacco too?"
This old Song family!
What's going on? When Nuwa created human beings, she used clay dots for them and gold powder for the other side
Otherwise, why do we have to steal everything
But now there was nothing she could do.
"Grandpa Yun, I can't help you with the tobacco. These are some of the tobacco they grew themselves, and they keep them for themselves. If I hadn't brought two bottles of Moutai with me, they wouldn't have given me any! They're not selling this stuff, and they don't want any money."
Lao Yun couldn't hold it anymore!
"What are you not selling? How can you be the Party Secretary? With such a good project, you should ask the villagers to ensure the quality and control the sales. We should all work together. Why do you throw this good piece of gold aside?"
Crackling, such a heart-breaking sound!
Zhu Jun also felt wronged: "My family makes a lot of money, and I don't really support my grandfather smoking. I never planned to do tobacco business from the beginning."
Lao Yun: …
He was silent for a long time, then asked again:
"You just said you exchanged two bottles of Moutai for it... What Moutai? A collection of Moutai? Or how many years old? I'll send it to you!"
I wish you: …