Chapter 291

Secretary Xiao Zhu actually didn't take those two jin of tobacco shreds to heart.

After all, in her age group's understanding, there are really too few people who smoke tobacco shreds now. The old men in her family who smoke also get it directly from logistics.

However... she had no use for this stuff anyway, but at least she could show her family the close bond between her and the villagers, proving that the work she was doing was loved by the people.

So she mailed it back along with the honey and tea leaves she had bought earlier.

By the time the express delivery traveled all the way up the mountain, 4 days had already passed.

In the quiet mountain forest's red-roofed, white-walled residential area, everything was silent. Someone was playing the erhu by the bamboo forest, and an old lady was stretching her arms on the fitness equipment. Except for the somewhat abrupt sound of chess pieces being slammed in the pavilion, it could even be called a paradise.

It was just 9:00 in the morning, and the logistics vehicle had brought everyone's express deliveries back from the foot of the mountain. After a basic check, Old Man Zhu received the express delivery in the courtyard.

But he was busy letting his pawn cross the river, and really couldn't spare the mind right now.

"Old Yun, help me check what express delivery this is."

The old man named Old Yun didn't get angry, took the express delivery from the side, and took a look: "What Yunqiao Village... Whoa! This place is remote enough. Old Zhu, the sender is Zhu Jun—is your eldest granddaughter working there?"

Speaking of his eldest granddaughter, a flush of red appeared on Old Zhu's face: "Yes. A young girl, her mind is just so meticulous. Even when she goes to the countryside to work, she still thinks of me, this old man. Every day it's this or that. You say, she only has a few wages in total, and she spends it all on me!"

Who doesn't know how to show off their grandchildren?

Old Yun also smiled: "My grandson is the same. You say, he just does a job, has a little bit of achievement, and even specifically calls me to tell me... This child is still too young, can't hold his breath!"

Seeing that the box was quite large, he asked: "Are you going to open it?"

"Open it."

Old Zhu slammed a "Checkmate" and flipped the chess piece over. The old man opposite him turned dark in the face instantly, then let out a hum and stood up.

He didn't have a child with a future to show off, so he simply said: "My back is uncomfortable from sitting too long, I have to get up and walk around."

Old Zhu didn't care, turned his head to look at his express delivery again.

Last time, his son even called to talk about the tea leaves his daughter had mailed—hmph, only knowing her dad, he, the grandfather, hadn't tasted a single sip!

Zhu Jun:...

Wronged! Who knew you weren't at home and had run up the mountain again!

However, this time, in that full package, it was specifically mailed to the old man.

Opening it, a few plain plastic bags, very rustic and casual.

"What is this?" Several old men gathered around—

Good heavens, a pile of white fungus, small and yellowish, exceptionally pitiful.

It was good white fungus, but they, a group of old men, really weren't interested in this sweet soup, so they just casually put it aside.

Look again—two bottles of honey!

Why is everything sweet?

But since they were old, drinking some honey water also had its benefits, fine then.

Immediately following were two boxes of tea leaves—

Whoa, that hit the spot!

Old Zhu became excited: Is this the top-grade tea leaves his granddaughter mentioned?

He hurriedly called everyone: "Come, come, come, my granddaughter said this is the local specialty mountain tea, better than any tea leaves she's drunk since she was little—what does a young girl know about drinking tea, let's taste it."... As soon as this was said, someone immediately cleaned the cups and brought over a hot water kettle.

The tea leaves were quickly opened, a pinch for each person put into the cups, and before even pouring water, a burst of fragrance wafted over.

Old Zhu:...

His heart was pounding, and he had a bad premonition.

The next moment, accompanied by the hot water, an indescribable fragrance instantly surged out of everyone's teacups.

Good heavens!

The chess-playing old man who had just been dark in the face instantly slapped his thigh: "Truly good tea!"

While holding the cup, he couldn't wait to blow on it, hating that he couldn't taste it immediately.

Old Zhu:...

He calmly closed the tea canister again, and then pretended to casually push it to the side.

Finally, he opened the remaining bag: "What is this again?"

Opening it to look, good heavens, a bag of golden, yellowish, finely shredded tobacco.

"This silly child!" He immediately became happy: "I don't smoke dry tobacco, why give me this?"

Old Yun, however, looked at it, reached out and grabbed a handful to sniff carefully: "This tobacco shred looks like high quality—Old Zhu, if you're not going to smoke it, just share it with me."

"My son recently bought some kind of cigarette roller on the internet, I'll take it and roll a couple to taste."

Old Yun was a heavy smoker, a pack or two a day, and wouldn't listen no matter how the doctor advised him.

Since he had spoken, Old Zhu was quite straightforward: "Alright, you take half."

Thinking about it, he looked at the few people sitting there, none of whom could do without cigarettes, and simply said again:

"You bring that cigarette roller of yours over and let us see what it's like."

While muttering: "Nowadays there really are all kinds of tools. In the past, when we rolled cigarettes, we just cut newspaper, folded a funnel, and filled it with tobacco shreds."

Once this was said, everyone remembered the past events from many years ago, and for a moment, they became interested:

"Right, Old Yun, bring that tool of yours over, we'll roll our own and smoke our own."

"Alright!"

Old Yun was also straightforward.

A mountain breeze blew past, the leaves rustled, and a faint cool breeze rippled through the entire pavilion, blowing people's hearts full of comfort, and also blowing the tea fragrance even more elegantly.

Everyone couldn't help but sit down again, each holding their own teacup, their eyes full of impatience.

"Just smelling this fragrance makes one feel refreshed, it's really not worse than the tea we drink!"

"Isn't it!" Old Zhu still had a mind to gild his granddaughter's face: "This girl, such good tea leaves, she has to help others think of a sales channel, can't let it be buried."

While saying this, he blew slowly at the water surface, and then carefully took a shallow sip.

The tea water entered his throat, as if the continuous water vapor of spring day surged into his mouth, and then slid down his throat smoothly, the sweet aftertaste blooming in his throat, and the whole person was immersed in a state of intoxication...

Old Zhu was simply stunned!

By the time he let out a sigh of comfort and came back to his senses, he saw everyone in a state of happy intoxication.

"Good tea!"

He shouted, and at this moment, he remembered how he had generously grabbed a large handful to brew for everyone, and couldn't help but secretly regret—

Everyone was used to drinking tea, and insisted on strong tea.

Look, more than half of Old Yun's teacup opposite him was tea leaves. Next time, he couldn't be so generous again.

Looking at everyone again, they were indeed exceptionally excited: "It's really good tea, really not bad—Old Zhu, share a bag of tea leaves with me!"

Old Zhu's heart trembled: "What are you talking about! My granddaughter gave it to me out of filial piety, wouldn't sharing it with you hurt her filial heart?"

Good heavens!

Old Yun also let out a hum: "Last year, my son got me some cellar-aged Daughter Red, you shared half of it, right? Then how should my son's filial heart be compensated?"

Good night.

(End of chapter)

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