Chapter 353 Fairy and Village Cadre

Chapter 353 353. Fairies and Village Cadres

This sigh echoed in Zhu Yuntao's heart, but his hand involuntarily touched the cigarette.

When the lighter ignited with a "click" sound, accompanied by the jumping flames, he was suddenly stunned.

Zhu Yuntao took the unlit cigarette in his mouth, looked at it carefully, and asked again: "Dad, where did you get this?"

Old Zhu looked at him vigilantly: "What do you care? If I give it to you, you can smoke it. If I don't give it to you, don't ask for it!"

Zhu Yuntao: ...

People say that things smell good from a distance, but they smell bad near. Why does he feel that his son is worthless since his father entered the sanatorium?

He didn't say he wanted this cigarette!

There is not even a label, it is rolled with white paper, and it looks like it was rolled at home - wait a minute!

He reacted and looked at the cigarette again, saying incredulously: "Dad, this is not a cigarette you rolled yourself?"

Old Zhu tried to hold back, but couldn't help curling his lips: "How is it? Not bad, right?"

He was not exaggerating. In order to match the tobacco, he practiced privately many times - look at this cigarette, not too loose or too tight, with neat seams, except that the paper on the filter is not colored, it is no different from the usual ones, worthy of being Old Zhu!

However, Zhu Yuntao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, what are you doing? There are so many cigarettes at home, you can smoke as you like, it shouldn't be like this."

Old Zhu was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react.

This son is old and his brain is not working well, and his own father doesn't understand! Does he look like the kind of person who compromises?

Thinking of this, he was reluctant to give up the five cigarettes he had just pushed over: "Give them back to me if you don't want to smoke them."

Zhu Yuntao's heart tightened, and when he looked at his father's squinting eyes, he looked like he was unbuckling his belt when he was a child. At this moment, he was alert all over, and lit the cigarette again with a "pop".

The simple cigarette was put into his mouth, and with a deep inhalation, it seemed that an indescribable heat rushed straight to the top of his head, and all the messy emotions in his mind were dispersed.

For a moment, he sat there in a daze, and it took a long time for him 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 cigarette, he didn't care about anything else.

And he usually smoked other cigarettes one after another, and he wouldn't stop until he finished them.

But now after taking a puff of this cigarette, his heart seemed to calm down, and he had no other desires.

He tentatively put out the cigarette in the ashtray, sat there and tasted it, and didn't feel any different.

"Is this tobacco?" He looked at it: "Is there something added to it that can help people quit smoking?"

There are things that can help people quit smoking on the market, such as some drugs - varenicline tartrate, but they are expensive and have side effects that many people cannot tolerate, so most people don't know much about them.

But this cigarette is not uncomfortable to smoke, not to mention that the things delivered must be guaranteed. The accompanying doctors here wish they could come to the door every day...

He became interested, but Old Zhu was alert: "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 has now experienced the continuous exploitation of several old men, and he is so nervous that he sees everyone as coming to steal things, including his own son.

Zhu Yuntao is really speechless.

But he was just disliked by Old Zhu, and he was not a fool in nature. He thought for a moment and laughed: "Is this what Xiaojun brought back for you?"

This is not difficult to guess. Although he has not had time to taste the things sent by the child, he can basically guess where the things came from by thinking about what his father said since he entered the door.

After all, it is normal for good mountains and waters to produce many good things.

What's more, his father is in the mountains, and there is no channel to contact other things except for the things sent by close people.

Who would sell such quality tobacco to him privately?

Old Zhu was proud: "What do you think? You are an incompetent father. At the critical moment, my granddaughter still has her grandfather in her heart!"

"But you are not allowed to go to her just because you think the things are good. My granddaughter is suffering in the village! Going up and down the mountains, I don’t know how much work to do, how many disputes to resolve... You have to keep calm!"

Zhu Yuntao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: It’s really not the case!

What’s more, his demand for cigarettes is not as great as his father’s.

Having said that, she stretched out her hand to the side and put the remaining four and a half cigarettes into her bag.

…

At this time, Zhu Jun, who was climbing up and down the mountain, was indeed sweating and in a very embarrassed state.

She was squatting on the edge of the watermelon field with Song Tan. The two of them plucked a watermelon from the vine on the side. Song Tan smashed it into two halves with a punch.

Now each of them was holding half a watermelon, squatting there and eating it with juice all over their faces. One did not look like a fairy, and the other did not look like a village cadre. However, the conversation was quite interesting.

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

"It depends."

Song Tan never forgot his original intention - making money is secondary, and the most important thing is to arrange everything you want to eat.

So the yield is not important, but the variety is important.

Zhu Jun was not discouraged, but just looked at the peach forest where everyone's laughter echoed: "Next year, you can't grow watermelons here, right?"

"I think the peach trees are growing too fast this year. Next year, they will enter the fruit-bearing period. The branches and leaves will be dense, and there will be no sunlight underneath."

That's right. If I want to plant watermelons next year, I really have to find a special place.

Song Tan thought about the money he could make this year, and then said bluntly: "Please help me take care of the mountain here, and I will give you a fair price when the time comes. After July, I will be able to pay off the money I owe to the village. I will take care of the rest next year."

In July, the house will be built, the balance will be paid, the rice fields will be harvested, and the peaches will be on the market... There are many ways to make money.

In fact, I have that money now, but there are still many things to do, so Song Tan will keep it for the time being.

"Okay." Secretary Xiao Zhu is the one in the village who is most looking forward to their family expanding: "But if you have extra money, I suggest you negotiate an agreement with the village in advance - the fruits on your mountain are growing so well, the price will probably not be low by then."

The price is high, the income is high, although everyone knows that their family's products are of good quality, but everyone has a fluke mentality - the mountain next to Song Tan's family, with similar water, soil and light, even if the taste is not the same as others, it won't be bad if it's a little bit of light, right?

It will definitely make money.

When the time comes, it is inevitable that some people will want to take over the mountain next to it.

You know, although there are few strong men in the village, it doesn't mean that they don't have a family background. To be honest, contracting a barren mountain doesn't cost much, and for those who do business, it's just a drop in the bucket.

It's a pity that I can't write tonight! Gritting my teeth and persisting