Ning Wuyan opened the cloth bag, took out a cigarette rolled in yellow straw paper, and handed it to Su Rui.
"Master Su, this is a cigarette made from cut tobacco. Its medicinal value can be determined by the Taiyuan Hospital in Jing'an City. Let me first talk about the value it brings to Daxing. According to my estimation, its medicinal value It creates as much tax revenue as distilling wine.”
Su Ruigang stretched out his hand, but couldn't control his emotions after hearing these words. His hands shook and he almost crushed the cigarette in front of him.
He carefully took the cigarette and observed it carefully.
The shape of the cigarette in my hand is like an elongated funnel, with one end slightly larger and the other slightly pointed. The larger one is twice as big as the pointed one.
He couldn't tell what the tobacco was, but when his nose came closer, he could smell a slightly fragrant but also a bit choking smell, which instantly refreshed him and made him feel much more energetic.
"Mr. Ning, can I take it apart and take a look?"
Su Rui did not refute Ning Wuhuang's arrogance.
If someone else had said this, he would have asked Su Zhou to beat the person out so as not to delay his work.
But the person in front of him was Ning Wuhao.
Who is Ning Wuhuang?
That was the man who presented a recipe for distilling wine, could use saltpeter to make ice, and paid the quarterly tax of 150,000 yuan in one go.
He was the one who couldn't wait to recommend him to the capital as an errand in the Ministry of Household Affairs.
So Su Rui is not in a hurry to talk about its value, but is more concerned about what this so-called cigarette is.
"able."
Ning Wuyan took out another cigarette from the cloth bag and raised it in front of Su Rui.
He first gently took out the paper stuffed inside the big end, then tore apart the paper that was glued together, and slowly spread it out flat.
A small tube of tobacco stuffed fully into a palm-sized rectangular piece of papyrus was exposed to Suri's sight.
Su Rui followed his example, tore apart the overlapping paper, spread it out, picked up a strand of filament, put it under his nose, and sniffed vigorously.
The flavor is more distinct.
It looks like cedar used for incense and dried herbs. It may smell a little choked at first, but after smelling it for a long time and taking a deep breath, you will feel clear-headed and relaxed.
"Is this tobacco for eating?"
Suri said as he put the tobacco in his hand into his mouth.
Ning Wuyang grabbed Su Rui's wrist in time, shook his head and said, "This tobacco is not for eating, but for smoking."
suck?
Su Rui frowned, put down the tobacco in his hand, and stared at it for a long time, unable to understand how to smoke this.
At this time.
I saw Ning Wuyan take out another cigarette from the cloth bag, and then stretched out his hand towards Yunfei.
"fire."
"Sir, catch it."
Yunfei threw a fire stick over.
After Ning Wuyan took it, he lit the end of it close to the fire stick, and a strange smell filled the lobby.
Su Zhou, who was guarding the front door, smelled the smell. He turned his head and glanced at the sparks on the table in surprise. When he saw that the water was gone, he wanted to turn his head away, but he sniffed hard and honestly.
So delicious.
After smelling this smell, he didn't seem so tired after standing guard for a whole day and welcoming his body.
As expected, the cigarettes made by Mr. Ning are as novel and useful as the perfume.
At this time, Suri was sniffing the burning cigarette in front of him with an intoxicated look.
In addition to being obsessed with official duties, he could only take a few sips of Jiang Yan's favorite liquor, but now he smelled the smell of cigarettes, but he felt hard to extricate himself.
"I can finally understand why Jiang Yan loves wine, and I finally understand why Mr. Ning said that the tax value of this cigarette is no less than that of steamed wine."
Even he couldn't help but want to find a brazier, throw cigarettes into it, and burn it for ten days and a half, so as to ensure that he was always clear-headed and able to handle more government affairs.
Not to mention those who have weaker willpower than him and need to rely on other methods to improve their concentration and endurance on a daily basis.
"With this portable tobacco, burning one and taking a whiff is no more effective than any incense or medicinal soup. It does not take up space or time, and is extremely convenient."
Suri thought about the weight of this cigarette and couldn't help but compare it in his mind.
Carrying cigarettes is more convenient than carrying alcohol!
Ning Wuyan knew that Su Rui, who could become a leader, was better than others in terms of vision and foresight.
But he still had to expand Su Rui's imagination. After dusting off the ashes, he put the tip of the cigarette into his mouth.
His move shocked Suri.
Su Rui ignored the fire burning at the end of the cigarette and reached out to pull the cigarette away from Ning Wuyan's mouth.
"Mr. Ning! No!"
"Um?"
Before Ning Wuyan's mouth was covered, he held the cigarette with unfamiliar fingers and dusted off the ashes again.
Just as he was about to speak, he was choked by the thick smoke and coughed.
"Mr. Ning, what are you doing?"
Su Rui was anxious and annoyed. He quickly took his cup and poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to Ning Wuyan. Then he patted Ning Wuyan on the back nervously.
Ning Wuyang was extremely embarrassed.
He smoked, but only when socializing. In addition, the cigarette had no filter and the tobacco was filled with solid tobacco. He did not expect that this puff would be so choking.
It's a bit embarrassing.
If I had known better, I would have tried it at home before demonstrating it.
Fortunately, the final interpretation rests with him.
After he calmed down, he explained to Su Rui, who looked suspicious and worried: "In addition to using this cigarette as incense and letting it burn by itself, you can also smoke it like this, but don't use too much force, otherwise it will look like I choked too."
In fact, the effect of this ancient cigarette is not as good as using a pipe.
But he had no research on pipes, and he didn't have time to do so. He would simply show it first, and then remind Su Rui later, so that in addition to selling cut tobacco, the court could also earn money for making pipes.
"..."
Su Rui, who was well-informed, did not expose Ning Wuyi's embarrassment just now.
He thought of the gray smoke coming out of Ning Wuyan's nose and mouth just now, and his hands itched unbearably. He picked up one from the cloth bag, lit it with a fire stick, and took a sip gently.
Just one bite.
The rich smell rushed straight from his mouth to his nose and brain, instantly relieving him from the fatigue caused by lack of sleep for many days. His bent waist could not help but straighten, and his breathing became easier.
He imitated Ning Wuyan again, dusted the burned cigarette ashes towards the area on the table where the official documents were not placed, and took another deep breath.
Great spirits!
"Good! What a cigarette!"
After Suri tasted it, she couldn't put it down.
He stared at the twinkling burning sparks, as if he had seen the scene of someone holding a cigarette in the future.
It is no exaggeration to say that it can be equal to the tax on steamed wine!
"Although cigarettes are good, they are not suitable for everyone. Just like some people are prone to getting drunk and damaging their livers when drinking alcohol. People who are weak or have poor lungs should not smoke."
Ning Wuyan had to tell Su Rui what to pay attention to.
"In addition, even for healthy people, it is best not to exceed five cigarettes a day."
Five sticks of shredded tobacco are equivalent to half a pack of cigarettes.
Suri holds a cigarette in his left hand, and with his right hand he spreads out the paper and writes down it carefully.
Ning Wuyang admired his rigorous attitude in doing things. After he finished writing, he continued what he had just said: "Cigarettes are produced in places further west than the countries in the Western Regions. I also stayed in Zhangjiazhuang and saw When those wounded soldiers couldn't sleep at night, they thought that their mother had read a book on lost medicine that recorded this kind of tobacco."
He specially emphasized the words "medicine book".
"Medicine book?" Su Rui really caught the key word, looked down at the burning cigarette in his hand, and asked in surprise: "Where is this book?"
"It seems that it fell into water or was burned by fire during the move, so it was lost."
Ning Wuyan saw Su Rui's sighing expression and thought with a guilty conscience: There is nothing to be afraid of if the fabricated medicinal book is lost, because I want you to be really afraid of the lost thing, not the medicinal book.
