Chapter 292

To be honest, with so many years of old friendship, who hasn't taken someone else's things? It's impossible to sort out clearly.

But... these tea leaves are really hard to part with.

Old Zhu slowly took a deep breath, unable to help but look away: "Then your son still has to call my granddaughter 'niece' when he sees her. As an uncle, is it appropriate to compare with a niece's family?"

Old Yun glared at him: "What you're saying is meaningless—"

While the two were arguing, another chess-playing old man with a dark face suddenly curled his mouth, then took out his mobile phone: "Old Zhu, give me your granddaughter's phone number. It's not easy for a young girl to go to the countryside, I'll help her expand the sales channel for these tea leaves."

While saying casually: "Sigh, my unfilial son, when he was young, he insisted on doing business, and after so many years, I haven't seen him become very famous, but he's quite diligent in sending me money every month."

"He doesn't think about it, how much money can I spend on this mountain? It's just buying some specialties or something."

What a wealthy face! What annoying words!

Old Zhu was stunned.

Old Yun on the side was also stunned.

Good heavens!

Old Yun also let out a hum: "Exactly! Give me our granddaughter's phone number, it's not like I don't have a salary, I can still afford to buy it!"

Old Zhu's heart was ecstatic—he had finally saved his tea leaves!

But he still had to pretend to say: "We're all grandfathers, what money or not, saying it makes things so distant..."

Old Yun didn't buy it: "If it's distant, then the tea leaves—"

Old Zhu immediately stopped talking.

And at this moment, another little old man sitting there slowly drinking tea also stood up, reached out and rummaged through the bag of white fungus, turned his head and picked it up to hand to the person behind him:

"I see this white fungus is not bad, it must have been carefully selected by this child. Tell the chef, use this to stew soup for us at noon."

It was still early, so there was still time to soak it.

Since the things were already given out, he then looked at Old Zhu with a smile: "You can't bear to part with the tea leaves, the white fungus should be fine, right?"

Old Zhu:... You've already given it to him, can he still say no?

But as grown men, they really didn't have much interest in white fungus, just thinking it was mailed by his granddaughter, he hummed twice:

"Forget it, after all, you are all her elders, it's not impossible to let my granddaughter show some filial piety."

However, it wasn't over yet. He saw the thin little old man reach out and peel off the plastic wrap on the glass jar, and then his withered, thin hand twisted it hard, and the fragrance of honey wafted over!

He swallowed his saliva after a long time, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick, bring me a spoon!"

Before the spoon was brought, that sweet fragrance entangled him, and he couldn't resist at all!

The little old man was anxious, looking left and right, reached out and broke off a branch from the tree beside him, picked some honey, and sent it to his mouth—

Woo!

This fragrance, this texture!

He smacked his lips twice, then tightened the glass jar again, and then, as if nothing had happened, hugged the two bottles of honey.

"Old Zhu, I don't want your tea leaves, and the doctor won't let me smoke, so just give me the honey."

Old Zhu wanted to agree.

The thin little old man originally had a body full of muscles, but now that he was sick, he relied entirely on medicine, and was as thin as a hemp stalk. It was rare to see him have an appetite, so if he wanted it, he would naturally give it.... However, the vigilance of many years of companionship was still there.

He frowned: "Giving it to you is fine, but..."

Saying this, he reached out and snatched it, his old body now exceptionally agile, directly snatching a jar of honey from the thin old man's arms: "... Let me see what good thing it is first, that even you couldn't resist."

Once this was said, Old Yun and Old Wu also gathered around:

"Exactly! He has too many tricks, if it wasn't a good thing, he wouldn't be like this!"

Three gray heads gathered directly in front of the jar of honey.

Just at this time, someone ran over with a set of bowls and spoons, and everyone didn't stand on ceremony—

Even if they didn't like sweets, seeing the little old man seemingly indifferent, but actually very concerned in his small actions, everyone looked at each other, and then scooped up a spoonful without hesitation and sent it to their mouths!

Mmm mmm mmm!!!

Just, such good honey, why doesn't it have any fame until now?! The packaging is so simple! What a waste of heaven's gifts!!!

Good heavens!

Old Zhu made a decisive decision, reached out and snapped the lid back on, and then without a word, tucked it into his arms.

"Alright, you guys have tea leaves, this thing is sweet, you two don't like sweets, giving it to you is a waste."

"I'll reluctantly keep it. Old Chen, you take one bottle."

Old Yun and Old Wu were unhappy: "You can't bear to give the tea leaves, and you can't bear to give the honey? No way!"

"Old Chen gets one jar alone, and the two of us get half of the remaining jar each, otherwise don't think about walking out of this pavilion today!"

Old Chen, that is, the thin little old man, indeed had many tricks, and at this moment frowned—

"Old Zhu, the tea leaves and honey are both good quality, I see you shouldn't keep the white fungus either, anyway you don't like to drink it. Leave it to me, stew a bowl a day, for health."

Now even a fool knew that the white fungus was likely not ordinary either. Old Zhu could agree only if he was crazy!

But, fortunately, he really didn't like to eat this, and one jin wasn't heavy, it looked like a big bag.

He hummed twice: "You take half, and the three of us will split the rest."

Next, only the bag of tobacco shreds left on the stone table in the pavilion remained—the tobacco shreds were fine, golden and beautiful, but the plastic bag used was still an old one, which felt very much like a local specialty.

When the wind blew, one could almost smell the unique scent of tobacco.

And just at this time, the small cigarette roller was delivered.

The cigarette roller was something Old Yun's son had gotten from somewhere. It didn't look big, and when measured, it was less than 10 centimeters long, looking like an elongated pencil sharpener, wrapped in a layer of rolling cloth on both sides.

Old Zhu leaned over to look, surprised: "This thing is quite complete."

Isn't it!

Besides this cigarette roller, there was also a stack of rolling paper that looked like narrow sticky notes, with glue pre-applied on each edge.

And a box of pure white filters.

Several old men fiddled with the cigarette roller, and then looked at the manual.

Old Yun was a heavy smoker, so he would be the one to roll one first to see.

He separated the rolling cloth on both sides of the cigarette roller, then filled the filter into the gap in the middle, then filled the golden tobacco shreds below the filter, pressing it slightly tight.

After filling it, the rotating shafts on both sides retracted continuously, closing and pressing these things together.

At this time, tear off the rolling paper and insert it, then roll.

After a few times, a complete cigarette came out. Except for not having a different color at the filter like a cigarette, there was really no difference.

Everyone looked at the cigarette back and forth, unable to help but marvel: "This thing is quite easy to use."

There's a double bonus from the 29th to the 31st at the end of the month! Rubbing hands in anticipation!

There are pictures in this chapter.

(End of chapter)

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