Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 243 The Counterfeit Cigarette Incident in [-]
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Thank you "Smiling Fox" for the two pink tickets, and thank you Yuzu for the pink tickets.

Every time an unscrupulous fuzi wants to be lazy, the fans of YOU will whip me forward. Today there is the third update of the fans. At the end of the month, hold on to the fans and recommend the votes to let go.

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The old man weaving the mats is already closing the mouth of the mats. The flowing silky rattan mat looks like a faint oil lamp in a dimly lit room, flickering with faint light.

The newly woven mats are different from the mats that Xiao Xian sold in mat shops these days. They are not grape purple, but a purple that is almost black, elegant and mysterious.

This room on the northernmost top floor of Fangjie Nursing Home is a treasure in summer.

The room is small but very airy. In the backlit room, the north-facing windows are open all year round.There is a gentle breeze blowing in, and the outer wall is covered with luxuriant creepers, which can bring away the scorching heat that seeps down from the top floor in summer.

When walking in the door, the first thing people notice is the tentacles of a few creepers crawling in on the window sill, leaning against the wall on the far right, there is a simple camp bed, neatly stacked white mattresses and fluffy ones just after drying. Next to the bed is a writing desk.

Simple and clean, this room makes people feel far away from the heat and annoyance of the outside world at a glance.

The peace in her heart was broken again when she saw the mat, Xiao Xian stared at the bright mat with staring eyes.

"Old Yu, you see that your skills are getting better and better. Such a mat is woven so meticulously and tightly that there is not even a small hole the size of a needle's eye left. Tsk tsk, it's really good, it's not my fault." I specially asked someone to go to North Korea to get twenty catties of black wisteria for you, it really came in handy," Mao Dazhu saw the mat, his eyes lit up, and he was about to touch it.

It's still midsummer, and the summer mat woven with fine black wisteria on one side can be regarded as the treasure of the store.It is no wonder that Mao Dazhu, who is used to seeing all kinds of bamboo weaving products, is beaming with joy.

Unexpectedly, Mao Dazhu had just touched the corner of the rattan mat, and the old man called Lao Yu took advantage of the opportunity to roll up the mat, and then used the silk bag he had prepared earlier to wrap around the mat, Mao Dazhu wanted to touch the edge again Angle is also difficult.

"I'm sorry, this mat is not for sale. I want to give it away. As for the used rattan material, it will be deducted from my money." When the old man Yu Shanyang spoke, he stretched out Mao Dazhu's hand to ask for it with majesty. The hand that touched the mat was startled back.

"Send someone away? Don't blackmail me, Lao Yu, you haven't seen you visiting relatives and friends since you lived here. Even your family's younger brother came to visit, but you were invited out by your sarcasm. Is it possible that you want the mat?" Leave it to my son?" Mao Dazhu didn't really want to sell that mat, now that the mats of Five Gentlemen were greatly impacted by those trendy mats, he had to make a signboard for the shop.

That's why he went to great lengths to entrust someone to bring this kind of rattan material from North Korea. Unexpectedly, Lao Yu wove it into a good mat, but he had other plans.

"There are only sons in the world who respect Lao Tzu, and there is no Lao Tzu who is obedient to his son. Don't be greedy for the mat. If you really want it, I will use the leftover black rattan material to weave a pillow mat for you. When the time comes, you can hang it wherever you like. "Yu Shanyang is a man of one word, he doesn't care if there is a little freshman in the room or what the visitor is doing, he picks up the bread mat and walks out.

Listening to Mao Dazhu's previous narration, Yu Shanyang was a few years younger than him, but Xiaoxian looked at Yu Lao's footsteps and faltered slightly. Compared with Mao Dazhu, he seemed to be weaker.

"That mat," Xiaoxian murmured to himself when he saw people leaving.

"It's hopeless. It's a pity, a pity, this old man is a bit harder than the stinky stones in the latrine, my mat. Forget it, clean up the vines left on the ground, the pillow mat is the pillow mat, it's also a Zhang Seat." Mao Dazhu had a toothache, cleaned up the black wisteria on the ground, and waited for the bureaucratic Deputy Director Yu to come back.

"Master Mao, you said you know how to weave mats, right?" Xiaoxian called to Mao Dazhu.

"Yes, it's ironic to say that the old boy's mat weaving skills were taught by me. When he first came five or six years ago, he was not as imposing as he is now. He sat in the room with his face covered all day long, You can be as scary as you can say. An ungrateful old boy." Mao Dazhu was heartbroken, why did he try to do thankless things.

"Then you teach me to weave mats, let me try?" Xiao Xian's eyes sparkled with excitement.

The old man Yu Shanyang walked downstairs. He was not tall, his back was slightly rickety, and his walking posture was similar to that when he was talking. He was not fast or slow, but it would not make people feel lazy.

Seeing him, the old people who were busy in the yard raised their heads and called out, "Old Yu, are you going for a walk again?"

He nodded slightly and walked out of the nursing home without paying attention to anyone.

The meal time in the nursing home is usually around six o'clock, and Lao Yu is going out now, and he is afraid that the meal time will be delayed again.

"Hey, those who have been officials are different."

"If you have been the deputy director of the State Tobacco Administration, you will be different."

The ones who were gossiping were the old couple that Xiaoxian saw when he first entered the door. The old people in the nursing home knew about Lao Yu's behavior and ignoring his temper, and no one cared about it. Old Yu's past talk about things.

Yu Shanyang walked out of the nursing home and crossed a street. It was already 05:30 in the afternoon. In the post office closest to Fang Street, the rolling door was about to be closed.

"Comrade, I want to send a package," Yu Shanyang knocked on the rolling door, and the post office staff looked at the clothes he was wearing in a nursing home, then pulled the rolling door back and let him in.

"Big guy? How long is it one meter?" The staff inspected the mat brought by the old man.

"It's the mat, the summer mat used by my family."

"Send to where?"

After a slight pause, Old Yu replied: "Ge Village in Baijia Ancient Town, Guizhou." After finishing speaking, the old man seemed worried again, and added, "Can it be delivered?"

"Yes, the mail is already open in that area, but the speed of sending parcels to Guizhou is slow, and it will take about ten days." The staff of the post office explained patiently.

After ten days and ten days, it will be the beginning of autumn, no matter what, if it is really delivered, it may not be used by anyone.Black wisteria is a good thing. Even if it is cold, putting it under the quilt can also treat rheumatic joint pain. The south is humid and cold. With such a mat, life in the mountains will be easier.

After the mat was sent out, Yu Lao didn't go back to the nursing home immediately with a bit of melancholy.

He walked along Fang Street for a while, and when he passed a store, he met a grocery store and walked to the grocery store, "Do you have Yunyan Ruanzhen?"

This kind of grocery store patronized by the elderly can be seen everywhere in the old-fashioned community of BJ. There are some unemployed neighbors sitting inside, seven or eight people, four of them form a table, playing mahjong, and three or four are watching .

The shop owner was a middle-aged woman in her early thirties. She was watching with enthusiasm, and when she heard someone buying something, she didn't answer, took out a pack of cigarettes from the glass cabinet, and threw it to the old man.

The small square red leather cigarette case was immediately taken out. Yu Shanyang held the cigarette case and squeezed it in his hands. The transparent plastic film and the seal were slightly degummed.On the cigarette case, the yellow words "Smoking is harmful to health" are arranged at the bottom of the case.

"Is there Yunyan Ruanzhen from [-]?"

Xu Shi was interrupted twice while looking at the cards, and the middle-aged woman became impatient and croaked, "20 yuan a pack, whether you want to buy it or not, buying cigarettes is not an antique, and I only buy cigarettes in [-]." Yunyan belongs to The sales of medium and high-end cigarettes have always been good.

Small grocery stores like the one next to Fangjie Street have a limited quota for wholesale cigarettes every month, and they are not afraid that they will not be able to sell them.

Mr. Yu put down his cigarette and said before leaving, "Lesbian, your cigarettes are fake, don't sell them again next time."

By the time the middle-aged woman came to her senses, she had already gone far away.The middle-aged woman had a miserable face, she was the one who came in the smoke, whether it was real or not, of course she was mixing tofu with shallots, she understood everything clearly and couldn’t understand it any more.

It is strange to say that the fake cigarettes have been sold for almost half a year, and no one has seen them through. Even the old smokers who have smoked for decades and have yellow teeth can't smoke them.

Fortunately, the people in the store today all know the basics. If the news spreads, her spine will not be poked to death.

"Mother Juanzi, you bumped into an expert this time. Let me tell you, when the old man asked about Yunyan in [-], I felt something was wrong," said the man who had just got off the mahjong table. Neighbor Uncle Wang, playing mahjong pays attention to single-mindedness. He listened to the words of the cigarette buyer just now, and accidentally played the good card in his hand, but was laughed and got off the table. Got into a fight with the grocery store owner.

"Listen to his nonsense," the mahjong tablemates booed, "isn't it just a lonely old man who came to a nursing home, and eight out of ten old people who are dressed in ordinary clothes and bask in the sun at the entrance of the alley in winter are like that."

"Say you don't usually read the newspaper or listen to the radio. In [-], Yunyan Ruanzhen had a big accident, which pulled down a lot of people. I heard that some people were implicated in this incident, and their families were ruined. The whole year of that year Ruanzhen has been confiscated. I heard that it took three days to sell the cigarettes. However, some genuine goods were seized and later became the private possession of many people. You don’t know the history of Yunyan , before my old man died of lung cancer, he only smoked Yunyan, but he also said later that Yunyan after [-] is not the same as before, and the taste is much worse when you smoke it.” Uncle Wang said that his mouth is watering flew out.

In the grocery store, there are many people who are amazed and regretful, but they are only limited to the grocery store.

Across the street, the people in the Fangjie Nursing Home hiding in the alley alley don't know it.

When it was time to eat, Xiaoxian had just learned the simplest technique of weaving mats from Mao Dazhu, and watched her squatting on the steps in the yard, repeatedly weaving a few strips of bamboo under the porch lamp.

"Young people nowadays are also interested in weaving mats? You have to figure it out slowly and don't be impatient. Let's go to eat first." Mao Dazhu saw Xiao Xian's action in his eyes, and calmly asked her to go to the nursing home Had a meal in the cafeteria.

Every Friday is the time for the mat shop to send money. After getting the money, Mao Dazhu always gives extra meals to the elderly.The old people in the nursing home are old and can't eat any greasy food. The so-called extra meals are often a few steamed fish or some seasonal fruits.

For some reason, after eating, Xiaoxian stared blankly, looking unhappy, Mao Dazhu asked, "What's the matter, are you unhappy?"

"No, I just thought of my grandfather," Xiao Xian felt sad, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in her mind, Yu Shanyang, she remembered where she had seen that name before.

"The old man who weaves the wisteria mat hasn't come back yet?" Xiao Xian was excited.

"Not yet. Old Yu doesn't like to eat with people. He doesn't come back until seven or eight o'clock. His portion of the meal is still simmering in the pot." Mao Dazhu looked at the time. Bus No. 6 leaves at seven o'clock. No more, let Xiao Xian go back.

Xiaoxian wasn't sure if her memory was wrong, so she went back first to confirm that it was all right, so she took the remaining purple and black vines and left first.

(End of this chapter)