Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 312 312. What Maotai changed

  Easy to use is easy to use, but there is no shortage of cigarettes in everyone's house, which is just a rare moment.

   On the contrary, Lao Yun was in high spirits. Now he stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and lit the lighter with a "snap".

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

   After a long while, he slowly let out a mouthful of smoke.

   Then I started to be in a daze.

  The other three old men were fiddling with the cigarette rolling machine—Old Zhu was stuffing shredded tobacco into it, and rolled out another one after a few strokes. When he picked it up and looked at it, he realized:

   "Old Yun, what is your reaction?"

   "It's nothing." Old Yun Cangsang said calmly, and then lightly flicked the cigarette ash:

   "I just feel that all these years of smoking have been for nothing."

After he finished speaking, he tied the shredded tobacco bag without saying a word: "Old Zhu, it's agreed, I will share half of the shredded tobacco. Anyway, Lao Chen can't smoke it, and you two don't like it, so I'll take it back first." , I’ll send it to you after dividing it.”

  Good guy, seeing him like this, how can everyone not understand!

  At this moment, Qiqi went into battle to hold him in place, and then snatched the bag back again.

"I come!"

  Old Wu with a dark face glanced at him, and planned to roll one too.

   Only Lao Chen looked left and right, and now he stretched out his hand ready to move, but was blocked by Lao Zhu with a "hum".

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

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

  Wait until Lao Wu finished rolling the cigarette: "...this thing is really interesting, I will buy one later—"

   Looking up again, I saw two little old men with similar temperament sitting side by side on the bench in the gazebo.

  They each held cigarettes in their hands, and at this moment they let out a breath slowly, their eyes were lax and their expressions were dazed.

  Then Qiqi sighed: "How to say... I feel that I have energy now, and I can run for an hour."

  Old Zhu said vicissitudes.

  Lao Yun didn't care much: "You run, I'll roll cigarettes."

   Forget it, fantasies are always short-lived, Lao Zhu felt that he was dazzled by the strength of the cigarette, and now he couldn’t help calling the people around him:

   "Come on, Xiao Zhou, you young people know how to go online, do you know where to buy this thing? Buy one for me."

   "Buy me one too!"

  At this moment, Lao Wu, who took his first puff of cigarette, also raised his hand quickly.

  Only Lao Chen looked left and right, and couldn't help cursing secretly: "Tell me what it feels like to co-author! Is it a good thing?"

   But at this moment, no one cares about him.

  …

  The turmoil on the mountain, branch secretary Xiao Zhu didn't know the slightest bit.

  She just received a call from the imperial capital this afternoon.

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

   Sounds familiar, who is it?

   Zhu Jun racked his brains to come up with an impossible person—

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

"Nothing."

   On the other end, Lao Yun laughed: "I just thought that you, a girl, can fight so hard, it's not easy."

   "It's okay." Zhu Jun laughed.

   "Although the mountain village here is remote, it is relatively simple overall, and the work is easy to learn..."

   "That's good, that's good..."

  Lao Yun co-authored perfunctorily, and then changed the subject: "By the way, we have tasted the tea leaves you sent to your grandfather two days ago. Yes, the quality of this stuff is really good."

   "Girl, as a parent official, you should help the villagers open up a market, don't limit your vision..."

  Speaking of it, Zhu Jun is also a bit useless—a rising star in the village, but she is useless in the middle, so she can only mourn:

   "Grandpa Yun, you have also tasted it. It is so good that I don't have to worry about the sales. Their family has regular customers."

  Old Yun: …

   Just say that good things will not be buried, since that is the case, let's hit the straight ball!

  He then stopped exchanging pleasantries: "That's good, can I buy this tea again? Weigh two catties for me too."

   "Girl, grandpa wants to tell you in advance how much it should be. If you let me know that you have advanced money from inside, during the Chinese New Year, do you think I will whip you with a feather duster?"

   Zhu Jun was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed wickedly:

   "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 catties of honey, and 2 catties of white fungus!"

"OK!"

   Zhu Jun crackled and quoted: "Tea leaves cost 10,000 yuan a catty, honey costs 1,000 yuan a catty, and white fungus costs 4,000 yuan a catty."

   After finishing speaking, he complained plausibly:

   "Grandpa Yun, look, at this price, I want to put some money into it, and my salary is not enough!"

  Old Yun: ...! !

  He thought that the price of good things is not cheap, but after all, it is a remote mountain village, and there is always a stereotype in his heart.

   Now I was shocked when I heard the price.

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

"able."

   Zhu Jun affirmed: "Now it's the Internet age, and the business of thousands of miles is connected by a thread, why can't it be sold?"

   "Honey like this is in short supply. If I don't have a good relationship with this company, I may not be able to buy it by jumping in the queue."

   This is true!

  After tasting the honey and drinking two big bowls of white fungus soup, Lao Yun did not dare to relax at all—if he can taste such a good thing, so can others.

   It is not a lie to say that the supply exceeds the demand!

   Isn’t it just money? He has a good pension—

   "Buy! Grandpa will give you money later."

   But, this girl just doesn’t understand the hobbies of their elders... Why did you miss the point for a long time?

   "There is still shredded tobacco!"

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

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

  This old Song family!

  What’s the matter, when Nu Wa created humans, she used clay ideas for her, and gold powder for the other side?

   Otherwise, how come everything comes out by robbing?

   However, there was nothing she could do now.

"Grandpa Yun, I can't help you with shredded tobacco. These are a few trees they planted at home, and they keep them for smoking. If I didn't come to the door with two bottles of Moutai, they wouldn't give it to me! This stuff is not for sale. , and no money."

  Lao Yun couldn't hold back at that time!

   "Why don't you sell it?! How did you become the branch secretary? With such a good project, you have to ask the villagers to grasp the quality and control the market. We all work together—why did you throw this golden mountain aside?"

   Crackling, what a heartache!

   Zhu Jun was also aggrieved: "The family is very profitable, and they don't support the old man's smoking. From the beginning to the end, there is no plan to make tobacco."

  Old Yun: …

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

   "You just said that you bought two bottles of Moutai... What Moutai? Is it a collection? How many years does it take? I'll send it to you!"

   Zhu Jun:…

Good night.

  (end of this chapter)