Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 311 311. Cigarette Roller

   Really, how many years have you been friends with, and who hasn't taken anything from whom? I can't figure it out.

  But... this tea is really reluctant.

  Old Zhu took a deep breath slowly, couldn't help but his eyes wandered: "Then your son has to call my granddaughter a niece, as an uncle, are you embarrassed to compare with my niece's family?"

  Old Yun glared at him: "It's meaningless for you to say that—"

While the two were arguing, another dark old man who was playing chess suddenly turned his mouth up, and then took out his mobile phone: "Old Zhu, give me your granddaughter's number. It's not easy for a girl to go to the countryside. To expand the sales of this tea."

   On the other hand, he said casually: "Oh, I'm a shameless person. When I was young, I insisted on doing business. I haven't seen much fame in all these years. It's very positive to send me money every month."

   "He didn't even think about it, how much money I can spend on this mountain. It's just buying some special products or something."

  What a rich face! What an annoying word!

  Old Zhu was stunned.

  Lao Yun beside him was also stunned.

   Good guy!

  Old Yun also snorted: "Exactly! Give me my granddaughter's phone number, it's not that I don't have a salary, I can still afford it!"

  Old Zhu was overjoyed—he could keep his tea leaves!

  He still pretended to say: "They are all grandpas, what money is not money, tell me more..."

  Lao Yun doesn’t like this: “If it’s raw, then the tea—”

  Old Zhu immediately fell silent.

  At this moment, another little old man who was sitting there drinking tea slowly also stood up, stretched out his hand to scratch the bag of white fungus, and turned his head to pick it up and handed it to the person behind him:

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

  It's still early, and there's still time to soak your hair.

  After all the things were given away, he looked at Lao Zhu with a smile on his side: "I don't want to part with the tea, is it the tremella head office?"

  Old Zhu: ...You gave him everything, so can you still say no?

  However, the old men are indeed not very interested in tremella. They just think that it was sent by their granddaughter, so they will hum twice:

   "Forget it, after all, you are all his elders. It is not impossible to ask my granddaughter to be a little filial."

  However, this is not over yet. I saw the skinny little old man stretch out his hand and uncover the plastic wrap on the glass bottle, and then twist it hard with his big and skinny hand, and the fragrance of honey came to his nostrils!

  He swallowed after a long absence, and now he hastened to order: "Bring me a spoon!"

   Before the spoon was brought, the sweet aroma lingered around him, and he couldn't resist it at all!

  The little old man was so anxious that he looked left and right at this moment, stretched out his hand and broke off a branch from the tree next to him, picked it into the honey, and then sent it to his mouth—

   Woo!

  This fragrance, this taste!

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

   "Old Zhu, I don't want your tea, and Doctor Yan won't let you smoke it. Just give me the honey."

  Old Zhu wanted to agree.

  The skinny little old man used to be full of tendons, but now he is sick and hangs on medicine. He is as thin as a hemp stick. It is rare to see him have an appetite.

  However, the vigilance that accompanied me for many years is still there.

  He frowned: "I can give you, but..."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to **** it, the old man's body was extremely flexible at the moment, and he grabbed a jar of honey from the skinny old man's arms: "...let me see what it is, even you can't help it. "

  After saying this, Lao Yun and Lao Wu also came together:

   "That's right! He's too thoughtful to die, he wouldn't be like this if it wasn't a good thing!"

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

  At this moment, someone trotted to the side and brought a set of bowls and spoons, and everyone was welcome—

  Even if you don’t like sweets, you can see that the little old man doesn’t seem to care, but in fact, he seems to be very concerned about his small movements. Everyone looked at each other, and then scooped up a spoonful and put it in their mouths without hesitation!

   Mmmmmmm! !

   Just, why is such a good honey not even famous? ! The packaging is so simple! What a waste! !

   Good guy!

  Old Zhu made a decisive decision, reached out and put the lid on again, and then put it in his arms without saying a word.

   "Okay, you have tea, this thing is sweet, don't you two not like sweets, it's a waste to give it to you."

   "I will reluctantly keep it. Old Chen, take a bottle and go."

  Lao Yun and Lao Wu were unhappy: "You are not willing to give tea, are you not willing to give honey? No!"

   "Old Chen got one pot alone, and we each got half of the remaining one, otherwise you don't even think about getting out of the pavilion today!"

  Old Chen, that is, a skinny old man, he really has a lot of eyes, and now he is frowning——

   "Old Zhu, this tea and honey are of good quality. I don't think you should keep the white fungus, anyway, you don't like to drink it. Leave it to me and stew a bowl a day to keep healthy."

  Now even if you are a fool, you know that the white fungus is very likely to be abnormal, so it’s no wonder that Old Zhu agrees!

   But fortunately, he really doesn't like to eat this food, and it doesn't weigh a catty, so it looks like a big bag.

  He snorted twice: "You will share half, and we will share the rest."

  The next thing left is the bag of shredded tobacco on the stone table in the gazebo—the shredded tobacco is finely shredded, golden and beautiful, but the plastic bag used is still an old one, which feels like a local product.

  When the wind blows, it seems to be able to smell the unique smell of tobacco.

   And at this moment, the little cigarette roller was delivered.

The cigarette rolling device was obtained by Lao Yun’s son from nowhere. It doesn’t look big, but it’s less than 10 centimeters long. It looks like an extended version of a pencil sharpener, with a layer of rolling cloth wrapped on both sides. .

  Old Zhu came over to take a look, and said in surprise: "This thing is quite complete."

   No!

  In addition to this cigarette rolling device, there is a stack of cigarette papers that look like narrow sticky notes, and glue is applied on each side in advance.

   There is also a box of clean white filters.

  A few old men fiddled with the cigarette rolling machine, and then looked at the manual.

  Lao Yun is a big smoker, so let him smoke one first.

  I saw him separate the rolling cloth on both sides of the cigarette maker, then fill the gap in the middle with a filter tip, and then fill the golden shredded tobacco under the filter tip, pressing it a little tighter.

   After filling, the rotating shafts on both sides continue to retract, and these things are closed and pressed tightly.

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

   After a few clicks, a complete cigarette came out. Except that the color of the filter is not the same as that of cigarettes, there is really no difference.

  Everyone took the cigarette and looked at it, and couldn't help being amazed: "This thing is quite easy to use."

   There are doubles on the 29th-31st of the end of the month! Rub your hands and wait!

   This chapter says that there are pictures.

  (end of this chapter)