MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 353 353. The Fairy and the Village Cadre

  Chapter 353 353. Fairies and village cadres

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

  Wait until the lighter ignited with a "snap", accompanied by the flames jumping, he suddenly froze.

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

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

  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 say he wanted the cigarettes either!

   It doesn’t even have a logo, it’s rolled in white paper, it looks like it’s rubbed by hand—wait a minute!

  He came to his senses, and now he looked at the cigarette carefully again, 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 privately many times. Look at the cigarette, it’s not loose or tight, and the seams are neat, except that the paper on the filter side is not colored. There is no difference, as expected of his old wish!

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

  Old 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 past 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 lit the cigarette again with a "pop".

  Put that simple cigarette in his mouth, and with a deep inhalation, it seems that there is an indescribable hot air rushing straight to the top of the sky, causing the messy emotions in his mind to dissipate.

  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 a day."

  With this smoke, I can't see anything else.

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

  But now that I have taken a sip of the cigarette, my heart seems to have calmed down, and I have no other desires.

  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 such as varenicline tartrate, but firstly, they are expensive, and secondly, they are accompanied by unbearable side effects for many people, so most people usually don’t know much about them.

   But I don’t feel uncomfortable smoking a 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 came interested, but Lao Zhu was all 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 he has experienced repeated oppression by several old men.

  Zhu Yuntao is really speechless.

   But he was just disgusted by Lao Zhu, and he was not a mindless person in essence. After a little thought, he laughed: "This is what Xiao Jun brought back for you, right?"

   It's not hard to guess. Although he hasn't had time to taste the things the child sent back, 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 are no other channels to get in touch with him except for gifts from people close to him.

   Who would sell cut tobacco of this 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 when I go up and down the mountain... You can hold on to me!"

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

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

   Having said that, he stretched out 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 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 the chat still has so much meaning—

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

   "It depends."

  Song Tan never forgets his original intention—making money comes second, and the most important thing is to arrange everything he wants to eat.

  So the yield is not important, what matters is the variety.

   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 fruiting period. The branches and leaves are dense, and there is no sunlight underneath."

  That’s 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 for the time being.

"Okay." The branch secretary Xiao Zhu is the one in the village who is most looking forward to the expansion of their family: "But 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 probably 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 is lucky. The mountain next to Song Tan’s house has similar water, soil and light. Not coming?

   Sure to make money.

   At that time, it is inevitable that someone with a heart 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.

   It’s almost impossible to write tonight! gritted teeth

  (end of this chapter)