Chapter 333

This exclamation echoed in Zhu Yuntao's heart, but his hand couldn't help but touch the cigarette.

By the time the lighter "clacked" and lit, along with the jumping flame, he suddenly froze.

Zhu Yuntao took down the cigarette he hadn't lit yet, looked at it carefully, and asked again: "Dad, where did this come from?"

Old Zhu looked at him vigilantly: "Why do you care? If I give it to you, you smoke it, if I don't, don't open your mouth to ask!"

Zhu Yuntao:...

People all say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, how come since his dad entered the nursing home, he felt that he, the son, was worthless?

He didn't say he wanted this cigarette!

Without any logo, rolled with white paper, looking as if it was casually rubbed by the family—wait!

He reacted, and at this moment looked at the cigarette carefully again, incredibly: "Dad, this wouldn't be a cigarette you rolled yourself, right?"

Old Zhu endured and endured, but couldn't help the corners of his mouth rising: "How about it? The level is not bad, right?"

It's not that he's bragging, in order to be worthy of this tobacco shred, he practiced many times privately—look at this cigarette, not loose or tight, the edges are neat, except that the paper on the filter side is not colored, it's no different from what he usually smokes, worthy of being his Old Zhu!

However, Zhu Yuntao couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, what are you doing? There are so many cigarettes at home, you can smoke whatever you want, it's really not necessary to be like this."

Old Zhu froze for a while, and it took a long time to react.

This son is old, his brain is not very good, he doesn't even understand his own father! Does he look like someone who would compromise?

Thinking this way, the 5 cigarettes he just pushed over were a bit reluctant: "If you don't smoke, give it back to me."

Zhu Yuntao's heart tightened, looking at his dad's squinting eyes, it looked exactly like the appearance of taking off his belt when he was a child, and at this moment he was a spirit, and "clacked" and relit the cigarette.

That simple cigarette was put into his mouth, along with a deep inhalation, as if a heat that couldn't be said rushed straight to the sky, making all the messy emotions in his brain disperse.

For a time, he sat there blankly, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

And then looked at the cigarette in his hand with a complex expression: "Dad, no wonder you only smoke 10 a day."

With this cigarette, he couldn't look at anything else.

And he usually smokes other cigarettes, one after another, not finishing it and not stopping.

But now, after taking a puff of this cigarette, his heart seemed to calm down, and there was no other desire.

He tentatively pressed the cigarette in the ashtray, sat there and tasted it, and didn't have any different feelings.

"Is this tobacco shred?" He looked at it: "Did you add any materials that can help quit smoking inside?"

There are things to quit smoking on the market, such as some drugs—varenicline tartrate, etc., but first, the price is expensive, and second, it is accompanied by many side effects that are difficult for people to bear, so generally ordinary people don't know much about it.

But this cigarette smokes without any discomfort, not to mention that the things sent up must be guaranteed, and the accompanying doctor here wishes to visit every day...

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He became interested, but Old Zhu was vigilant: "Why think so much? If I give it to you, you smoke it, if you don't want to smoke, give it back to me."

He had experienced the successive exploitation of several old men, and was now like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow, looking at everyone as if they were coming to grab things, and his own son was no exception.

Zhu Yuntao was really speechless.

But he was just disliked by Old Zhu, and essentially wasn't brainless, just pondered slightly and laughed: "This was gotten by Xiao Jun for you, right?"

This wasn't hard to guess, although he hadn't had time to taste the things sent back by the child, he could basically guess where they came from by associating with the words his dad said from the moment he entered the door.

After all, many good things raised by good mountains and water are normal.

Not to mention his dad was on the mountain, except for things sent by close people, he had no other channels to contact others.

Like this quality of tobacco shreds, who would sell them to him privately?

Old Zhu became proud: "How about it? You, the father, are not competent, but at the critical moment, my granddaughter still has her grandfather in her heart!"

"But you are not allowed to go find her just because the things are good! My granddaughter is suffering in the village! Going up the mountain and down the ground, don't know how much work to do, how many disputes to resolve... you just stay steady for me!"

Zhu Yuntao couldn't help but laugh: really not necessary!

Not to mention his demand for cigarettes wasn't as big as his dad's.

Although he said so, his hand reached to one side, putting the remaining four and a half cigarettes all into his bag.

And at this moment, Zhu Jun, who was going up the mountain and down the ground, was indeed sweating profusely and very embarrassed.

She was squatting by the watermelon field with Song Tan, the two plucked a melon from the melon vine on the side, Song Tan hammered it with her fist, and it broke into two halves.

Now each holding half a melon, squatting there eating with juice all over their faces, one didn't look like a fairy, one didn't look like a village cadre, but the chat was quite interesting—

Zhu Jun was eating the melon while asking her: "This melon tastes so good, should we expand it next year?"

"Depends on the situation."

Song Tan always didn't forget her original intention—making money is secondary, the most important thing is that the things she wants to eat must be arranged.

So yield is not important, what's important is the variety.

Zhu Jun wasn't discouraged, just looking at this peach forest that echoed with everyone's laughter: "Next year you won't be able to plant this watermelon underneath, right?"

"I see the peach trees growing too fast this year, next year they will enter the fruitful period, the branches and leaves will be dense, and there will be no sunlight underneath at all."

That's true, next year to plant watermelons, one really has to find a piece of land specifically.

Song Tan pondered the money she could earn this year, and then said unceremoniously: "You help watch the mountain on the side, and give a fair price when the time comes. After July, I can pay off the money I owe the village in one go. I'll contract others next year."

The house will be built in July, the final payment will be settled, the rice fields will be harvested, the peaches will be on the market... there are plenty of places to earn money.

Actually, she already had that money now, but there were still many things currently, so Song Tan temporarily kept it as a reserve.

"Fine." Secretary Xiao Zhu was the one in the village who hoped most for their family to expand: "But if you have extra money, I suggest you still discuss an agreement with the village in advance—the fruit on your mountain grows so well, the price estimate won't be low."

The price is high, the income is high, although everyone knows their family's things are of good quality, everyone has a fluke mentality—the mountain next to Song Tan's, similar water, soil, and light, even if the taste can't be the same as theirs, it won't be bad, right?

Definitely can earn money.

When the time comes, it's inevitable that some people with intentions will want to take down the mountain next to it.

You know, although there are few strong men in the village, it doesn't mean they have no family background. Contracting barren mountains is actually not much, for those doing business, it's just a drop in the bucket.