??Chapter 311: 311. Cigarette Rolling Machine_1
Chapter 311: 311. Cigarette Rolling Machine_1
Really, if we’re talking about it, we’ve had many years of old friendship under our belts, and who hasn’t taken sothing from the other? It’s all too muddled to argue over.
But… I really can’t bear to part with these tea leaves.
Old Zhu slowly took a deep breath, his gaze drifting involuntarily, “Then your son, when he sees my granddaughter, he still has to call her ‘niece’ and treat her as an uncle – would it be proper for an uncle to compete with his niece’s family?”
Old Yun glared at him, “That’s a aningless thing to say—”
As the two argued, another elder, who was playing chess with a dark and gloomy face, suddenly curled the corner of his mouth and took out his cell phone, “Old Zhu, give
your granddaughter’s phone number. It’s not easy for a young lady to go to the countryside; I’ll help her expand the sales channels for this tea.”
He then casually added, “Ah, that unworthy son of mine, insisted on doing business when he was young, and after all these years, he’s not that well-known, but he’s quite active in sending
money every month.”
“He doesn’t think about how little money I can spend living in these mountains. The most I do is buy so local specialties.”
Such a display of opulence! Such infuriating words!
Old Zhu was stunned.
Old Yun by his side was stunned as well.
Good heavens!
Old Yun also huffed, “Exactly! Give
my granddaughter’s number. It’s not like I don’t have a salary; I can afford it just the sa!”
Old Zhu’s heart leaped with joy—his beloved tea leaves were safe at last!
But he still had to maintain a pretense as he spoke, “We’re all grandfathers here, what’s all this talk about money? It just sounds off…”
Old Yun wasn’t buying it, “If it’s about sounding off, what about the tea leaves—”
Old Zhu imdiately kept silent.
Just then, another elderly man leisurely sipping tea stood up, reached for the bag of silver fungus on top, turned around and handed it to soone behind him:
“This silver fungus looks good, definitely carefully chosen by the kid. Tell the chef to use it to make us soup for lunch.”
There was still plenty of ti to soak it before then.
Only after giving away the other items did he turn to Old Zhu with a grin, “You can’t bear to part with the tea leaves, but the silver fungus should be fine, right?”
Old Zhu: …What can I say when you’ve already given it away?
But the old n truly weren’t that interested in silver fungus; they just thought about it being sent by their granddaughter and thus humd and hawed a bit:
“Forget it, after all, you are her elders, and it’s only right for my granddaughter to show a little respect and offer gifts.”
Yet, it still wasn’t over. The skinny old man reached out and lifted the plastic wrap off the glass jar, then with his withered hand twisted hard, and the scent of honey hit his nose!
He swallowed, having missed this for a long ti, and quickly ordered, “Soone bring
a spoon!”
Before the spoon even arrived, that sweet aroma wound its way around him, and he couldn’t resist!
The little old man was frantic, now looking left and right, breaking off a twig from a nearby tree, dipped it into the honey, and brought it to his mouth—
Wow!
The fragrance, the taste!
He smacked his lips twice, then screwed the jar of honey closed again, and as if nothing had happened, picked up two bottles of honey.
“Old Zhu, I don’t want your tea leaves either, and the doctor has forbidden
from smoking, so just give
the honey instead.”
Old Zhu wanted to agree.
The skinny little old man used to be all muscle and now, sick, was kept alive on dicine, as thin as a rake—it was rare to see him have an appetite, so naturally, he would give it to him.
However, the vigilance garnered over many years remained.
He frowned, “I could give it to you, but…”
“As he spoke, he reached out to snatch it. His elderly body was suddenly so agile that he grabbed a jar of honey directly from the withered old man’s embrace, “….Let
see what the good stuff is first, since even you couldn’t resist.”
At these words, Old Yun and Old Wu also crowded around:
“Exactly! He’s so cunning, he wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t sothing good!”
The three heads, white with age, leaned in close to the jar of honey.
Just then, soone ca jogging over with a set of bowls and spoons, and everyone helped themselves without any hesitation—
Even those who didn’t have a sweet tooth couldn’t resist. Seeing that the little old man seed indifferent, but was actually very attentive, they all exchanged glances and then scooped up a spoonful of honey and sent it straight to their mouths!
Yum yum yum!!!
How could such good honey be so unknown until now? The packaging is so simple! It’s a waste of heaven’s gifts!!!
Goodness !
Old Zhu decisively grabbed the lid and closed it up, then without another word, stuffed it into his coat.
“That’s enough; you guys have tea leaves. This stuff is too sweet, you two don’t like sweets, do you? You’d just waste it.”
“I’ll reluctantly keep it for myself. Old Chen, you take one jar.”
Old Yun and Old Wu were not pleased: “You won’t give tea leaves, and now you also won’t give honey? No way!”
“Old Chen gets one jar, the remaining jar should be split between us, half each, or you won’t be leaving this pavilion today!”
Old Chen, the withered little old man, was indeed quite shrewd, and at this mont he furrowed his brows—
“Old Zhu, both the tea leaves and the honey are of good quality. I think you shouldn’t keep the white fungus either, since you don’t like drinking it. Leave it to ; I’ll stew a bowl every day for my health.”
Even a fool could tell that the white fungus was likely sothing special too, and there was no way Old Zhu would agree!
However, fortunately, he really didn’t like it, and although it looked like a large pack, it wasn’t heavy.
He humd: “You take half, and the rest of us will divide the remainder.”
What was left was just the loose tobacco leaves on the stone table of the pavilion—the tobacco was finely cut and golden in color, and it was packed in an old plastic bag, giving it that local homade feel.
Just as the wind blew and almost brought the distinct sll of tobacco with it, the small cigarette rolling machine was delivered.
The rolling machine, acquired by Old Yun’s son from sowhere, didn’t look big; sized up, it wasn’t even as long as 10 centiters, resembling an elongated pencil sharpener wrapped with a piece of rolling fabric on either side.
Old Zhu leaned in to take a look and exclaid in surprise, “This thing is quite complete.”
Indeed!
Apart from the rolling machine, there was also a stack of rolling papers next to it that looked like narrow sticky notes, with glue already applied to the edges.
And a box of white filters.
The old n played with the rolling machine for a bit and then read the instructions.
Old Yun, a heavy smoker, was the one to roll a cigarette first to see how it worked.
He parted the rolling fabric on either side of the machine, then stuffed a filter into the crevice in the middle, and filled it with the golden tobacco beneath the filter, pressing it down slightly firr.
After it was all in place, he turned the side spools, closing and compacting the contents.
Then, he tore away a paper, inserted it, and started to roll.
In no ti, a complete cigarette erged. Though it didn’t vary in color at the filter like a shop-bought cigarette, it was otherwise indistinguishable.
Everyone took turns examining the cigarette, marveling at the rolling machine: “This thing is pretty handy.”
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