Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 310 - Chapter 310 310. Golden yellow tobacco_1

Chapter 310: 310. Golden yellow tobacco_1 Chapter 310: 310. Golden yellow tobacco_1 Secretary Xiaozu actually didn’t think much of those two jin of tobacco.

After all, in her age group’s understanding, there were very few people who still smoked tobacco these days. Even the elders at home, when they smoked, it was taken care of directly by logistics.

However… she had no use for keeping it herself, might as well show off her cordial relationship with the villagers to her family and demonstrate that the work she was doing was cherished by people.

So, she sent it along with the honey and tea leaves she had bought earlier.

By the time the express delivery wound its way up the mountain, four days had already passed.

In the quiet, red-roofed, white-walled community amidst the serene forest, tranquility enshrouded the area, someone was playing the erhu beside the bamboo grove, and an old lady on the fitness equipment was still stretching her arms, the only disturbance being the clack of chess pieces in the pavilion, one could even call it a hidden paradise.

It was just 9:00 a.m. Logistics had brought everyone’s parcels up from the foot of the mountain, and after basic checks, Director Zhu received his delivery in the courtyard.

But he was currently busy getting his pawn across the river and couldn’t spare any attention.

“Old Yun, help me check what the delivery is.”

The old man addressed as Old Yun wasn’t bothered, he took the parcel and glanced at it, “Something from Yunqiao Village… Wow! This place is remote enough. Old Zhu, the sender is Zu Jun–is your eldest granddaughter working there?”

Speaking of his granddaughter, a hint of pride glowed on Director Zhu’s face, “That’s right. Such a thoughtful young lady, dealing with work in the countryside and still remembering this old man. Every day it’s something new, imagine she spends almost her entire salary on me!”

Show off grandchildren? Who can’t?

Old Yun also spoke with a smile, “My grandson as well, just doing his job, achieves a little success, and even makes a special call to tell me… These kids are still too young, too impatient!”

Seeing the sizable box, he asked, “Shall we open it?”

“Open it.”

Director Zhu made a decisive “General” move, slamming the chess piece down; his opponent’s face turned grim instantly and, with a huff, stood up.

He, unable to boast about his unsuccessful children, simply said, “Sitting too long makes my back uncomfortable, I need to walk around a bit.”

Director Zhu didn’t mind, and turned to look at his parcel.

Last time, his son had called to rave about the tea leaves his daughter had sent–hmph, as if he only knew her father, and he, as a grandfather, hadn’t even had a taste!

Zu Jun: …

How unfair! Who knew you wouldn’t be at home and would go up to the mountains!

This time, however, the full package was specially sent for grandpa.

Upon opening it, several plain plastic bags appeared, very rustic and casual.

“What’s this?” A group of old men gathered around–

Well, a bunch of white fungus, tiny and pathetically yellow, quite pitiful-looking.

It was good white fungus, but the bunch of old men were really not interested in the sweet soup, so they casually put it aside.

Next, they saw–two bottles of honey!

Is everything sweet here?

But being older, drinking some honey water was beneficial, okay fine.

Then came two boxes of tea leaves–

Aha, now that hit the spot!

Director Zhu got excited: was this the premium tea his granddaughter mentioned?

He hurriedly called the others over, “Come on, my granddaughter said this is the local specialty mountain tea, even better than the tea she grew up drinking–what does a young girl know about tea, let us taste it.”

No sooner said than done, someone immediately gathered cups and brought over the kettle.

The tea leaves were quickly unwrapped, a pinch for each person placed in the cups, and before even adding water, a wave of fragrance wafted out.

Director Zhu: …

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

In the next moment, accompanied by the hot water infusion, an indescribable fragrance tumbled out of everyone’s tea cups in an instant.

My goodness!

The chess old-timer, who just now had a dark expression, smacked his thigh in a flash, “This is indeed fine tea!”

He hurriedly held his cup, impatiently blowing on it, cursing silently that he couldn’t taste it right away.

Old Zhu: ….

Without a word, he secured the tea caddy again, then pretended to casually push it to the side.

At last, he opened the remaining bag, “What’s this now?”

Upon opening it, behold, a pouch of shining, golden-yellow shredded tobacco.

“This silly child!” he burst into laughter immediately, “I don’t smoke a pipe, why give me this?”

Old Yun took a look, grabbed a handful, and sniffed it closely, “This tobacco seems to be of high quality–Old Zhu, if you’re not going to smoke it, just give it to me.”

“My son recently bought a cigarette rolling machine online. I might as well roll a few and try them out when I’ve got nothing else to do.”

Old Yun was a heavy smoker, going through a pack or two a day, ignoring whatever the doctors advised.

Since he had asked, Old Zhu was quite straightforward, “Alright, take half with you.”

After a moment of thought, he looked around at everyone seated; none of them could resist the lure of cigarettes, he simply said:

“Bring over your cigarette roller for us to have a look at what kind it is.”

Meanwhile, he started mumbling, “Nowadays, there is really a tool for everything. Back when we used to roll cigarettes, it was just a matter of folding a piece of newspaper into a scoop and stuffing some tobacco in, and that was it.”

As soon as he mentioned this, everyone was reminded of the old days and became interested:

“Right, Old Yun, bring over that tool of yours, we’ll roll our own and smoke them.”

“Sure!”

Old Yun agreed breezily.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, rustling the tree leaves, and a cool breeze wafted through the pavilion, refreshing everyone’s spirits, and causing the tea’s aroma to drift even farther.

Unable to help themselves, everyone sat down again, each holding their own cup, eagerness written all over their faces.

“Just smelling this aroma makes one feel refreshed and clear-minded; it truly is no less than the teas we usually drink!”

“Isn’t that the truth!” Old Zhu even took the opportunity to gild his granddaughter’s face, “This girl, with such fine tea leaves, must think of a good way to help market them for others; it cannot be buried in obscurity.”

While talking, he gently blew across the water’s surface, then carefully took a cautious sip.

The tea washed into his throat like mist from spring days filling his mouth and smoothly sliding down, the sweet aftertaste spreading in his throat, enveloping his whole being in a joyous trance…

Old Zhu was simply spellbound!

After he sighed contentedly, coming back to his senses, he saw everyone else in a blissfully relaxed state.

“Great tea!”

He exclaimed loudly. Now he remembered how he had heartily scooped out a generous amount for everyone to brew just before, and couldn’t help but regret it in hindsight–

They were all used to drinking strong tea.

Look at Old Yun across from him, his cup was half-filled with leaves by now. Next time he couldn’t be so generous.

The others were evidently thrilled, “This is truly fine tea, so good indeed–Old Zhu, share a pack of that tea with me!”

Old Zhu’s heart skipped a beat, “What are you saying! This is what my granddaughter gave me as a token of respect, sharing it with you would hurt her feelings.”

My goodness!

Old Yun also snorted, “Last year when my son gave me that cellar-cured Daughter’s Red wine, you took half of it, right? How do you compensate for my son’s filial piety?”

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