Once the grain and grass are harvested, there really is nothing to do. Every day I just make food for people and pigs. Life is really boring. Apart from wandering on the streets and experiencing the life of a "street kid", there seems to be nothing to do.

Things to do.

When I passed by the "grain station", I saw it was very lively. The grain station no longer collects grain, and people don't have to pay for the "public grain" in kind. Instead of paying in kind, the "grain station" has also become a "cigarette station". Datang Township

Except for Wattang Village, other villages grow flue-cured tobacco, especially those villages near the mountains. With the vigorous promotion of the county, in addition to the towns that are not suitable for growing flue-cured tobacco, about a dozen other towns in the county have grown flue-cured tobacco.

Flue-cured tobacco is cultivated in large areas.

"You can make money by growing flue-cured tobacco, which is more profitable than growing food." This is what Comrade Gu Kun, a senior county official, said, and everyone in the county knows it. However, growing flue-cured tobacco not only increases farmers' income, but also brings some "by-products". These "

"By-product", I heard it later from other "stories".

No, a familiar "figure" appeared in the cigarette collection team. After a closer look, it turned out to be classmate Jiang Zheng. You must know that this "cigarette collector" is a "fat man" and does not have a good or hard relationship. If you want to

It is almost impossible to enter the "cigarette collection team". It seems that Jiang Zheng's family is indeed related. Suddenly he is the cigarette collector of the cigarette station. He also saw me and called me loudly

.Probably because he was afraid that I didn’t hear him, he waved to me vigorously.

I walked over quickly and said, "Mr. Jiang, when did you come to collect cigarettes?"

Jiang Zheng said: "I'm here right now. I'm very busy collecting cigarettes. When I'm done, I'll take you to see the 'big scene'."

"'Big scene'? What big scene?" I didn't understand what he meant.

He said: "I'm very busy right now. When I get off work at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, I'll treat you to a drink. I'll let you know then."

"Yes. If you're busy, I'll go shopping." After saying that, I left.

This person is just different. You see, Jiang Zhengyiha has become a cigarette collection worker. This is a good job to "have fun and drink spicy food". I can only wander around here with nothing to do.

Just play at the bridge. Firstly, the river breeze blows here, which is very cool. Secondly, it is convenient to bathe in the river. Thirdly, there are many tobacco farmers here either waiting to sell cigarettes or resting here.

You see, most tobacco farmers use pallet trucks to haul their cigarettes, and a small number of tobacco farmers use tractors to haul their cigarettes. The golden flue-cured tobacco hung one after another looks very much like one hanging another under the sunlight.

Hanging "gold leaf".

"Lao Qiu, your cigarettes this year are very good. They are big and the color is good. I'm afraid you will have to pay a lot of money." A tobacco farmer pulled up his undershirt to wipe the sweat on his face and gave it to another tobacco farmer.

greet.

"The weather is good this year, and I haven't gotten sick from smoking. Logically speaking, the cigarette I smoke should be a 'special-grade cigarette.' The man who collected cigarettes just now ordered me a 'first-grade' smoke. Do you think it's irritating or not? This

After working hard for several months, it is about to turn into money. This is a lower level, but it is not a little less money." The tobacco farmer, known as Lao Qiu, shrugged his head and gave his friend

complain.

"You are still an 'old tobacco farmer', don't you understand?" As he said this, he rubbed his index finger with his thumb and made a "counting money" gesture.

"How can I not understand? I suffered a loss last year. I saw that other people's cigarettes were similar to mine. Their level was one level higher than mine, and they got more money than me. I still

I went to find out more about it. This year I have also learned to be smarter and know how to 'respect' those uncles who collect cigarettes. I won't say anything, as long as you are fair, what level should you give me, and don't pressure me.

Level, I’m so thankful to God.”

"How are you 'filial'?"

"First hand me a pack of 'Zhonghua'. The person didn't even look at it. He took it and threw it into a bag next to him. I thought that if he took the cigarette, there would be no problem. Who knows, so he gave me the pressure

Level one. Once I got angry, I stopped selling it and pulled it out."

"You are confused. Let's not talk about whether the cigarettes you bought are real or fake. There are so many people selling cigarettes every day. How many cigarettes do they have to collect? Can you finish eating? Besides, are you angry with that person? You pull it out, are you still going to do it?

Do you dare to take it to other places and sell it? It would be weird if your son confiscated it."

"Hey, Lao Jin, why don't you teach me some experience?"

"Come here." Lao Jin waved to Lao Qiu.

Seeing Lao Qiu leaning over, I curiously walked over to take a look. They didn't shy away from me either.

I saw Lao Jin taking out a cigarette from the Hongmei cigarette box and handing it to Lao Qiu. He said while handing it, take a closer look and see if there is any way.

Lao Qiu took the cigarette and looked at it: "Oh, you mean 'red plums with Chinese cigarettes'. I want to taste the taste of Chinese cigarettes today." After saying this, he took out a lighter.

Lao Jin hurriedly slapped Lao Jin and said, "You almost ruined my business."

Lao Qiu looked at Lao Jin with a confused look on his face and said, "As for no? You slap me for a Chinese cigarette."

Lao Jin said: "You don't understand this. Take a good look at the cigarette butt."

At this time, Lao Qiu took a closer look and discovered the problem. "There is no shredded tobacco in your cigarette. What is it filled with?"

Lao Jin said a little proudly: "Does it look familiar?"

Lao Qiu nodded hurriedly and seemed to have an idea. "I didn't expect that you still have this trick."

Lao Jin said: "Take out your Chinese and I will help you process it. By the way, do you have any money in it?"

Lao Qiu: "I just came here with a cigarette in my arms."

Lao Jin shook his head and said: "I'm not talking about you, Lao Qiu, you are already dozens of years old. You don't even bring money with you when you go out to do errands. I am a good person who will do my best to send Buddha to the West. I will lend you two hundred yuan.

Once you get the cigarette payment, return it to me."

As he spoke, he took Lao Qiu's "Zhonghua", tore open the package and took out two sticks. Then he took out a primary school student's homework book and tore off a piece. Then he picked up a cigarette and held the holder in his left hand, carefully using his right index finger.

Play the cigarette, pop out all the tobacco and pile it on the paper. Then take out two hundred-dollar bills from your trouser pocket. Pick up one and roll it carefully. Roll it tightly, hold your breath, and carefully put the empty tobacco into it.

Among the cigarettes, a "special" "Chinese cigarette" was secretly made. The other one was made in the same way.

Lao Qiu extended his thumb to Lao Jin and said, "High, it's really high." The two of them rolled up the pop-up tobacco with workbook paper and smoked it.
Chapter completed!