These sighs echoed in Zhu Yuntao's heart, but his hand involuntarily touched the cigarette.
When the lighter lit up with a "click" and the flame jumped, he was suddenly stunned.
Zhu Yuntao took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth, looked at it carefully, and asked again: "Dad, where did you get this?"
Old Zhu looked at him warily: "What do you care? If I give it to you, just smoke it. If I don't give it to you, don't ask for it!"
Zhu Yuntao: …
People say things smell better when they are far away but worse when they are close. Why is it that ever since his father entered the nursing home, he feels that his son is worthless
He didn't say he wanted this cigarette!
There is not even an identification mark, it is rolled up with white paper and looks as if it was just made at home - wait a minute!
He came to his senses and once again examined the cigarette carefully, saying incredulously, "Dad, this isn't a cigarette you rolled yourself, is it?"
Old Zhu tried to hold back, but in the end he couldn't help curling up his lips: "How's it going? Not bad, right?"
He was not the one blowing. In order to make the cigarette match the tobacco, he practiced privately many times - look at this cigarette, it is neither loose nor tight, and the seams are neat. Except for the paper on the filter tip which is not colored, it is no different from the usual ones. He is worthy of being called Old Zhu!
However, Zhu Yuntao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, what are you doing? There are so many cigarettes at home, you can smoke as much as you want, it doesn't have to be like this."
Old Zhu was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react.
This son is old and his brain is not working well. Even his own father doesn't understand him! Does he look like the kind of person who would compromise
Thinking of this, I felt a little reluctant to give up the five cigarettes I just pushed to me: "Give them back to me if you don't want to smoke them."
Zhu Yuntao's heart tightened, and he looked at his father's squinting eyes, which looked very much like the way he unbuckled his belt when he was a child. At this moment, he suddenly came to his senses and lit the cigarette again with a "click".
He put the simple cigarette into his mouth and took a deep breath. It seemed as if an indescribable heat rushed straight to the top of his head, dispersing all the chaotic emotions in his mind.
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 cigarettes a day."
With this cigarette, I don’t care about anything else.
Moreover, when he normally smokes other cigarettes, he would take one puff after another and would not stop until he finished them.
But now, after taking a puff of the cigarette, my heart seemed to calm down and I no longer had any other desires.
He tentatively put out the cigarette in the ashtray and sat there to taste it, but didn't feel any difference.
"Is this tobacco?" He looked at it and asked, "Is there something added to it that can help people quit smoking?"
There are things on the market that can help you quit smoking, such as some medications like varenicline tartrate, but they are expensive and come with side effects that many people find difficult to tolerate, so most people don't know much about them.
But I didn't feel uncomfortable smoking this cigarette, and what was delivered must be guaranteed. The accompanying doctor here couldn't wait to visit every day...
He became interested, but Old Zhu was alert: "Why do you think so much? Just smoke it if you give it to me. If you don't want to smoke it, just give it back to me."
He has now experienced repeated exploitation by several old men, and he is now extremely nervous. He sees everyone as someone who is out to steal his things, including his own son.
Zhu Yuntao was speechless.
But he was just disliked by Old Zhu, and he was not stupid by nature. He thought for a moment and then laughed: "Is this what Xiaojun brought back for you?"
This is not difficult to guess. Although he has not had time to taste the things the child sent back, by thinking about what his father said since he entered the door, he can basically guess where the things came from.
After all, it is normal that beautiful mountains and rivers produce many good things.
What's more, his father is in the mountains, and apart from the things sent by close relatives, he has no other channels to contact other things.
Who would sell tobacco of this quality to him privately
Old Zhu was proud: "What do you think? You are an incompetent father, but my granddaughter still has her grandfather in her heart at the critical moment!"
"But you can't go to her just because you think the things are good. My granddaughter is having a hard time in the village! Going up and down the mountains and fields, I don't know how much work she has to do, how many disputes she has to resolve... You have to keep calm!"
Zhu Yuntao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: It's really not the case!
What's more, his need for cigarettes is not as great as his father's.
Having said that, he reached out his hand and put the remaining four and a half cigarettes into his bag.
…
At this time, Zhu Jun, who was climbing up the mountain and down the ground, was indeed sweating profusely and looked very embarrassed.
She was squatting at the edge of the watermelon field with Song Tan. They plucked a watermelon from the vine nearby, and Song Tan smashed it in half with his fist.
Now, each of them was holding half of a melon, squatting there eating with juice all over their faces. One of them didn't look like a fairy, and the other didn't look like a village cadre, but their conversation was quite interesting.
Zhu Jun was eating the melon while asking her, "This melon tastes so good, should we expand it next year?"
"It depends."
Song Tan never forgets his original intention - making money is secondary, the most important thing is to arrange 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 that was filled with laughter and said, "You won't be able to grow watermelons here next year, right?"
"I think the peach trees are growing too fast this year. They will enter the fruit-bearing period next year. The branches and leaves will become dense, and there will be no sunlight underneath."
That’s right. If I want to grow watermelons next year, I really need to find a special place.
Song Tan thought about the money he could make this year, and then said bluntly: "Please help look after the mountain here, and I will give you a fair price when the time comes. After July, I will be able to pay off the money I owe to the village. I will take care of the rest next year."
In July, the house was completed, the final payment was paid, the rice fields had a good harvest, and peaches were on the market... There were plenty of places to make money.
In fact, he already has that money now, but there are still a lot of things to do at the moment, so Song Tan will keep it for the time being as a reserve.
"Okay." Secretary Xiao Zhu is the one in the village who is most looking forward to their family expanding. "But if you have extra money, I suggest you negotiate an agreement with the village in advance. The fruits on your mountain are growing so well, the price will probably not be low by then."
The prices are higher, the income is higher, and although everyone knows that their products are of good quality, everyone has a lucky mentality - they are next to the mountain where Song Tan lives, with similar water, soil and sunlight, so even if the taste is not the same as others, it won't be any different at all, right
You can definitely make money.
By then, it is inevitable that some people will want to take over the mountain nearby.
You know, although there are few strong men in the village, it does not mean that they have no family background. To be honest, the cost of contracting a barren mountain is not much, and for those doing business, it is just a drop in the bucket.