Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 310 310. Golden shredded tobacco

  Xiao Zhu's branch secretary didn't take the two catties of shredded tobacco seriously.

   After all, according to her age group, there are too few people who still smoke shredded tobacco. The old man at home smokes, and the logistics directly brought them over.

  However... It is useless for her to keep this thing. At least she can show her family that she has a good relationship with the villagers and prove that the work she does is loved by others.

  So I sent back the honey tea leaves I bought before.

   By the time the courier went all the way up the mountain, 4 days had passed.

In the red-roofed and white-walled community in the secluded mountain forest, the surroundings are quiet. There are people playing the erhu by the edge of the bamboo forest, and an old lady is still pulling her arms on the fitness equipment. Except for the abrupt sound of chess smashing in the gazebo, you can even Said it was a paradise.

   It was just 9:00 in the morning, and the logistics vehicle brought everyone's courier back from the foot of the mountain. After the basic inspection, Mr. Zhu received the courier in the yard.

  But he is busy getting the pawns across the river at the moment, so he really can't think about it right now.

   "Old Yun, help me see what express delivery it is."

The old man named Lao Yun was not angry, and now he took the courier from the side and took a look: "What Yunqiao Village... Hey! This place is remote enough. Lao Zhu, the sender Zhu Jun—is your eldest granddaughter Don't you work there?"

Speaking of the eldest granddaughter, Lao Zhu's face glowed red: "Yes. The little girl is from a family, and her thoughts are meticulous. When she goes to work in the countryside, she still misses me as an old man. Every day, she is either this or that. You say she There are only a few salaries in total, and they are all spent on me!"

   Who wouldn't show off to grandkids?

  Lao Yun also smiled and said: "My grandson is the same. You said you can just do a job and get some grades, and you even called me to tell me... This kid is still too young to hold his breath!"

   Seeing that the box was quite big, he asked, "Do you want to take it apart?"

"dismantle."

  Old Zhu, a "general" buckled the chess piece heavily, and the face of the old man on the opposite side turned dark for an instant, then he snorted and stood up.

  His unpromising child can show off, and simply said: "I feel uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, I have to get up and walk around."

  Old Zhu didn't care, and turned to look at his courier.

  The last time my son called and said that the tea leaves sent by his niece were amazing—hmph, as long as I know her father, he, a grandpa, didn’t taste a single sip!

   Zhu Jun:…

   Wronged! Who knows that you are not at home right now and are running up the mountain again!

  However, this time the full package was specially sent to the old man.

   Open it and see a few ordinary plastic bags, very rustic and casual.

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

   Okay, a bunch of white fungus, small and yellow, very pitiful.

  It’s good white fungus, but a group of gentlemen are really not interested in this sweet soup, so they put it aside casually at the moment.

   Look again—two bottles of honey!

  Why is this sweet?

  But it’s good to drink some honey water when you’re getting older, okay?

   Followed by two boxes of tea—

   Whoa, hit the spot!

  Old Zhu became excited: Is this the best tea that my granddaughter said?

  He hurriedly greeted everyone: "Come, come, my granddaughter said that this is a local specialty big camellia, which is better than the tea she drank since she was a child. Her little girl knows how to drink tea. Let's taste it."

  As soon as it exited from this side, someone immediately cleared away the cups and brought the kettle over.

  The tea leaves were quickly disassembled, and each person was put into a cup one by one.

  Old Zhu:…

  He was beating drums in his heart, and he always had some bad premonitions.

  The next moment, with the hot water brewing, an indescribable fragrance burst out of everyone's teacups.

   Good guy!

  The old chess man with a dark complexion just now slapped his thigh instantly: "It really is good tea!"

  While holding the cup, he couldn't wait to blow on the air, wishing he could have a sip right away.

  Old Zhu:…

  He re-buttoned the tea pot calmly, and then pushed it aside pretending to be casual.

   Finally opened the remaining bag: "What is this?"

  Open it and have a look, all right, a golden bag full of shredded tobacco.

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

   It was Lao Yun who looked at it, stretched out his hand to grab a handful, and sniffed it carefully: "The shredded tobacco seems to be of high quality—Old Zhu, if you don't smoke it, just give it to me."

   "My son recently bought some cigarette rolling device online. I have nothing to use to roll two cigarettes."

  Lao Yun is a big smoker, he smokes one or two packs a day, and the doctor refuses to persuade him.

  He opened his mouth, and Lao Zhu was also very straightforward: "Okay, you can go in half."

   After thinking about it, and seeing how many people were sitting there, none of them could live without a cigarette, so he simply said:

   "You bring your cigarette roller and show us what it looks like."

   At the same time, he muttered: "Now there are all kinds of tools. When we rolled cigarettes before, we didn't just cut newspapers and fold them a little, and just stuff them with shredded tobacco."

  After saying this, everyone remembered the past many years ago, and became interested for a while:

   "Yes, Lao Yun brought your tool here, let's roll and smoke by ourselves."

"OK!"

  Lao Yun is also refreshing.

  A gust of mountain wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and a cool breeze blew up in the whole pavilion, which made people feel refreshed and the fragrance of tea was more elegant.

   Everyone couldn't help but sat down again, each holding their own teacups, eyes full of eagerness.

   "Smell the aroma, it's refreshing, it's really no worse than the tea we drink!"

   "No!" Old Zhu still has the heart to put gold on his granddaughter's face: "This girl, such a good tea, she has to help others figure out the market, so she can't bury it."

  While speaking, he blew slowly on the surface of the water, and then took a shallow sip carefully.

  When the tea enters the throat, it seems as if the continuous water vapor of the spring rushes into the mouth, and then slides down the throat silkily.

  Old Zhu was stunned!

   Waiting for him to let out a sigh of relief, he came back to his senses, only to see that everyone was in a happy and intoxicated state.

   "Good tea!"

  He yelled loudly, and now he remembered how he boldly pulled out a handful for everyone to brew, and couldn't help but secretly regret——

  Everyone is used to drinking tea, and they must have strong tea.

  Look, Lao Yun's teacup opposite is half full of tea leaves, so he can't be so generous next time.

  Looking at everyone again, I was really excited: "It's really good tea, it's really good—Old Zhu, I'll share a pack of tea leaves!"

  Old Zhu trembled in his heart: "What are you talking about! My granddaughter respects me, and giving it to you doesn't hurt her filial piety?"

   Good guy!

  Lao Yun also snorted: "Last year my son gave me the cellared girl's red. Did you share half of it? Then how can I make up for my son's filial piety?"

Good night.

  (end of this chapter)