This sigh echoed in Zhu Yuntao's heart, but his hand couldn't help but touch the cigarette.
When the lighter ignited 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 I give it to you, smoke it. If it doesn't give you, don't ask for it!"
Zhu Yuntao:......
People say that the fragrance is far away and the smell is near. Why does his father feel that his son is worthless since he entered the nursing home?
He didn’t even say he wanted this cigarette!
There's not even a sign on it, it's rolled in white paper, and it looks like it's been rubbed at home - wait a minute!
He reacted and looked at the cigarette carefully again, and said in disbelief: "Dad, this is not a cigarette you rolled yourself, is it?"
Lao Zhu endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't resist the upturned corners of his mouth: "How is it? The level is not bad."
It's not him who blows it. In order to be able to match this cut of tobacco, he has 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 side, which is not colored, it's just like normal. There is no difference between the ones I smoked. It is indeed his old wish!
However, Zhu Yuntao didn't know whether to 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.
When this son gets old, his brain is not very good, and his own father doesn't even understand him! Does he seem like the kind of person who would compromise?
Thinking about it this way, the five cigarettes I just pushed past were a bit reluctant to part with: "If you don't smoke, give them back to me."
Zhu Yuntao's heart tightened, and when he saw his father squinting his eyes again, 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 with a deep inhale, 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 matters.
And he usually smokes other cigarettes, one after another, and won't stop until he finishes smoking.
But now after taking a puff of this cigarette, my heart seemed to have calmed down, and I no longer had any 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 tobacco?" He looked at it: "Is there any material added to it that can help quit smoking?"
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 this cigarette doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, 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."
Now he has experienced repeated squeezes from several old men. He can be called a warrior. Everyone is here to steal things, and his own son is no exception.
Zhu Yuntao was really speechless.
But he was just disliked by Lao Zhu, and he was not a brainless person in essence. He only thought for a moment and laughed: "Is this what Xiaojun got back for you?"
It's not difficult 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 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 contact him other than things given by close people.
Who would sell tobacco of this quality to him privately?
Lao Zhu became proud: "How is it? You are an incompetent father. 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! She works in the mountains and in the fields. She doesn't know how much work she has to do and how many disputes she has 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 and squatting there with his face full of juice. One of them does not look like a fairy, and the other does not look like a village cadre, but the conversation is still interesting -
While Zhu Jun was eating the melon, he asked her: "This melon tastes so good. Should we expand it next year?"
"It depends."
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. Next year they will enter the fruit-rich period. The branches and leaves will become denser, and there will be no sunlight at all underneath."
This is true. 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 in one go. Others will be covered 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 many places to make money.
In fact, 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 have increased and incomes have increased. Although everyone knows that their products are of good quality, everyone has a sense of luck - being next to the mountain of Song Tan's house, with similar water, soil and light, even if the taste is not the same as others, just a little bit of light will do. Not even close, right?
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 must know that although there are few 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.
