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Chapter 311 - Chapter 311 311. Cigarette Rolling Machine_1

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 something 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 meaningless 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 me 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 me money every month.”

“He doesn’t think about how little money I can spend living in these mountains. The most I do is buy some 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 me my granddaughter’s number. It’s not like I don’t have a salary; I can afford it just the same!”

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 immediately 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 someone 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 time 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 men truly weren’t that interested in silver fungus; they just thought about it being sent by their granddaughter and thus hummed 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 time, and quickly ordered, “Someone bring me 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 me from smoking, so just give me 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 medicine, 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 me 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 something good!”

The three heads, white with age, leaned in close to the jar of honey.

Just then, someone came 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 seemed 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 me!

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 moment 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 me; I’ll stew a bowl every day for my health.”

Even a fool could tell that the white fungus was likely something 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 hummed: “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 homemade feel.

Just as the wind blew and almost brought the distinct smell of tobacco with it, the small cigarette rolling machine was delivered.

The rolling machine, acquired by Old Yun’s son from somewhere, didn’t look big; sized up, it wasn’t even as long as 10 centimeters, resembling an elongated pencil sharpener wrapped with a piece of rolling fabric on either side.

Old Zhu leaned in to take a look and exclaimed 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 men 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 firmer.

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 time, a complete cigarette emerged. 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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