Chapter 293

Easy to use is easy to use, but everyone's family didn't lack cigarettes, it was just a momentary curiosity.

Instead, Old Yun was high-spirited, and at this moment, he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a "snap" of the lighter.

He took a deep puff with familiar movements, and then his expression seemed to freeze.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Then he began to stare blankly.

The other three old men were fiddling with the cigarette roller—Old Zhu was filling it with tobacco shreds, and after a few times, he rolled another one. Only when he picked it up to examine it did he realize:

"Old Yun, what's your reaction?"

"Nothing." Old Yun said with vicissitudes and indifference, and then flicked the ash lightly:

"Just feel that all the cigarettes I've smoked for so many years have been in vain."

After he finished speaking, he tied the bag of tobacco shreds without a word: "Old Zhu, it's settled, share half of these tobacco shreds with me. Anyway, Old Chen can't smoke, and you two don't like to smoke this, so I'll take it back first, and send it to you after I've shared it."

Good heavens, seeing his appearance, how could everyone not understand!

At this moment, they all went up to keep him in place, and then snatched the bag back.

"My turn!"

Old Wu with the dark face glanced at him, and also planned to roll one.

Only Old Chen looked left and right, and at this moment stretched out his hand eagerly, but was blocked firmly by Old Zhu with a "hum".

"The doctor said you can't touch this. Sit further away, we're going to smoke."

After he finished speaking, he also lit the cigarette with a "snap", and then put it in his mouth.

By the time Old Wu also rolled the cigarette: "... This thing is really interesting, I'll buy one later—"

Looking up again, he saw two little old men with similar temperaments sitting side by side on the bench of the pavilion.

They each held a cigarette in their hands, and at this moment slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, their eyes unfocused, their expressions blank.

And then they sighed in unison: "How should I put it... I feel like I have energy now, I can run for an hour."

Old Zhu said with vicissitudes.

Old Yun was indifferent: "You run, I'll go roll a cigarette."

Forget it, the fantasy is always short-lived. Old Zhu felt that he had been overwhelmed by the kick of this cigarette, and at this moment couldn't help but call to the person beside him:

"Come, come, come, Xiao Zhou, you young people know how to use the internet, do you know where to buy this thing? Buy one for me."

"Buy one for me too!"

Old Wu, who had just taken his first puff of the cigarette, also hurriedly raised his hand.

Only Old Chen looked left and right, unable to help but curse secretly: "Tell me how it feels! Is it a good thing or not?"

However, at this moment, no one paid any attention to him anymore.

Secretary Xiao Zhu knew nothing about this disturbance on the mountain.

She just received a call from the Imperial Capital that afternoon.

As soon as it connected, a familiar loud voice came from inside: "Is this the Zhu family girl?"

Very familiar, who exactly is it?

Zhu Jun racked her brains, and only then thought of an impossible person—

"Grandpa Yun, why did you call me? Is there something going on here?"

"Nothing going on."

On the other end, Old Yun laughed: "Just thinking that a girl like you is so capable and hardworking, it's not easy."

"It's alright." Zhu Jun laughed... "Although this mountain village is remote, overall it's still relatively simple, and the work is easy to get started with..."

"That's good, that's good..."

Old Yun responded perfunctorily, and then the conversation turned: "By the way, the tea leaves you mailed to your grandfather two days ago, we've all tasted them, not bad, the quality of this thing is really good."

"Girl, as a parent official, you should help the villagers expand the sales channels, don't limit your vision..."

Speaking of which, Zhu Jun also had nowhere to exert her strength—a rising star in the village, but she hadn't played any role in the middle, so she could only say mournfully:

"Grandpa Yun, you've tasted it too, that thing is so good, the sales channel doesn't need me to worry at all, their family has fixed clients themselves."

Old Yun:...

Just say that good things won't be buried. Since it's like this, let's be direct!

He then stopped the pleasantries: "That's good, can these tea leaves be bought again? Weigh two jin for me too."

"Girl, Grandpa wants to tell you in advance, whatever the price is, it is. If I find out you subsidized the money from inside, when I visit for the New Year, see if I take a feather duster to whip you?"

Zhu Jun was stunned, and then laughed mischievously:

"Grandpa Yun, only tea leaves? Do you want honey? Do you want white fungus?"

Old Yun:...

He was silent, and finally gritted his teeth: "Give me 5 jin of honey, and 2 jin of white fungus!"

"Alright!"

Zhu Jun rattled off the price: "Tea leaves are 10,000 yuan per jin, honey is 1,000 per jin, white fungus is 4,000 per jin."

After saying that, she complained as if it were true or false:

"Grandpa Yun, look, at this price, I'd like to subsidize the money, but my salary isn't enough!"

Old Yun:...!!!

He had thought that the price of good things wouldn't be cheap, but after all, it was a remote mountain village, and he always had a stereotype in his heart.

Now hearing this price, he was shocked.

"This... can this be sold in the village?"

"Yes."

Zhu Jun affirmed: "It's the internet era now, business thousands of miles away is connected by a thread, how can it not be sold?"

"Like this honey, it's in short supply. If I didn't have a good relationship with this family, I wouldn't necessarily be able to cut in line to buy it."

This is really!

Having tasted the honey and drunk two large bowls of white fungus soup, Old Yun didn't dare to relax at all—such good things, he could taste it, and others could too.

Saying it's in short supply, it's really not a lie!

Isn't it just money? His pension is not small—

"Buy! Grandpa will transfer the money to you in a bit."

But, this girl just doesn't understand the hobbies of their old men... why didn't she get to the point after talking for so long?

"And tobacco shreds!"

This time, it was Zhu Jun's turn to be stunned:

"Grandpa Yun, do you want tobacco shreds too?"

This Song family!

How come, when Nuwa created humans, she used mud for her, and gold powder for them?

Otherwise, why does everything have to be fought over?

However, this time she was powerless.

"Grandpa Yun, I can't help you with tobacco shreds. This is a few plants they planted themselves, kept for their own smoking. If I hadn't brought two bottles of Maotai to the door, they wouldn't have shared it with me! This thing is not for sale, and they don't want money."

Old Yun couldn't hold it back at that moment!

"What do you mean not for sale?! How are you being a secretary? With such a good project, you have to tell the villagers to grasp the quality, control the sales channel, and we all work together—how could you throw such a good golden mountain to the side?"

Rattle, what a heartache!

Zhu Jun was also wronged: "Their family is quite wealthy, and they don't really support the old man in the family smoking, so from beginning to end, they didn't have any intention of doing tobacco."

Old Yun:...

He was silent for a long time, and then asked again:

"You just said it was exchanged for two bottles of Maotai... what Maotai? Is it a collection? Or how many years old? I'll mail it to you!"

Zhu Jun:...

Good night.

(End of chapter)

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