I asked you to pan for gold, do you understand panning for gold? Do you use a car to pull it?

After the old man finished his meal, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained dry tobacco and cigarette paper.

"I won't give you this. It's not that I'm stingy, but this cigarette is too spicy. You young people are generally not used to it." The old man tore off a piece of paper and explained to Chen Feng.

"It's okay, old man, I'll try it." Chen Feng took the initiative and tore off a piece of paper to roll a cigarette.

Chen Feng was actually not that curious, but the old man said so. If Chen Feng didn't smoke one, he would always feel like he was a little disgusted with the old man.

No matter good or bad, taking a puff can bring you closer and make Chen Feng look less squeamish.

Seeing him start, the old man smiled and took the initiative to stretch out his pipe, and the two of them rolled it together.

The old man was indeed surprised when he saw Chen Feng's skillful technique.

How could ordinary young people know this? I didn't expect Chen Feng to be so skilled.

Little did they know that when Chen Feng and Lin Nian had no money, they smoked a lot of Lin Nian's grandfather's dry tobacco. It was better to have it than not.

Rolling the cigarette into a classic cannon, Chen Feng tore off the thick end, lit it for the old man first, and then for himself.

Chen Feng knew the power of dry tobacco, so he didn't dare to take a deep breath, but just took a light puff.

But even so, Chen Feng couldn't help but put on a mask of pain. This puff of smoke choked his throat and he felt his tongue burning.

Chen Feng, who had smoked for many years, could recognize it with just one puff. Even among dry tobacco, this cigarette was the worst kind, which was simply outrageous.

"Haha, just say you can't smoke. I appreciate your kindness. Just smoke yours." The old man took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Chen Feng's appearance and laughed, patted his shoulder and said.

The old man has lived for so many years, how could he not know what Chen Feng meant, but even if he knew, Chen Feng's behavior made him feel very comfortable, and he began to like this young man.

"Uncle, I really can't enjoy it. You are really strong in this smoke." Chen Feng smiled bitterly, and in line with the principle of not wasting, he took another light puff.

But this time he didn't take much puff and spit out the cigarette directly.

"Oh, okay, don't smoke."

The old man took his hand and took his cigarette. He knew that if he didn't take his hand, Chen Feng would finish this cigarette no matter what, and would not throw it away directly.

Although it was only a short contact, the old man had already seen that Chen Feng was very thoughtful and would not do anything that made you feel uncomfortable.

This young man is really good.

Chen Feng didn't refuse this time. He handed the cigarette to the old man and drank some water to moisten his tongue.

The cigarette made his tongue burn.

"Uncle, how much is this cigarette per pound?" Chen Feng asked.

"Five yuan per pound, the cheapest kind." The old man smiled and said.

"Uncle, you have made so much money, so you can smoke something a little better. For example, the dry tobacco in my house, which costs ten yuan per pound, is actually quite good, not so spicy."

Chen Feng laughed and looked at the old man.

How bad is this cigarette? Let's just say that Lin Nian's family is poor enough and his grandfather is careful enough.

Even his grandfather smokes dry tobacco that costs eight yuan per pound, and he doesn't smoke this kind.

To be honest, dry tobacco is economical. One pound of dry tobacco is enough for a normal person to smoke for two months.

Even an elderly person with a stronger addiction to smoking can smoke for one and a half months.

So five dollars or eight dollars, there is not much difference at all. Saving three dollars in two months is not necessary at all.

No matter how careful you are, you can't be so careful. This is not even careful. This is just stingy.

"Well, as long as it can smoke, it's fine. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."

The old man smiled and continued to smoke the two lit dry cigarettes.

In a place where the old man couldn't see, Chen Feng couldn't help curling his lips. He was really enlightened today.

Such a stingy person is really unprecedented. It's out of the ordinary.

"Uncle, let me take a look in your car. I haven't seen other people's gold panning cars." Chen Feng said to the old man.

"Just take a look. There are no valuables in the car. They are all junk."

The old man was generous and waved his hand directly. He didn't even mean to follow him.

Tell him that the car key is inserted in the car. If you want to start the engine, just turn it.

Chen Feng took a flashlight and looked at the Transit van.

A closer look reveals that it is even more exaggerated than the first glance.

The right side of the car is slightly concave, probably because someone scratched it. A strip of the car paint has been rubbed off. I don't know if it was scratched by someone.

How long ago was the accident.

Chen Feng used a flashlight to shine on the four tires, and kicked them lightly. The treads were almost worn out, and there was no difference from the smooth board. Chen Feng grinned when he saw it.

The two headlights were yellow, and there was a crack on the left headlight.

When he opened the door of the cab, the driver's seat was deeply sunken by the old man. The sponge had no elasticity at all, and it went to the bottom with a light press, as if it was compressed.

But the car was not dirty, and the old man had obviously wiped it.

When he came to the back, Chen Feng saw a bed, and various sundries and tools were piled next to it.

Just looking at the print on the quilt, Chen Feng knew that it must be a bit old, because it was the same as the print on the quilt when his mother got married.

This pattern was popular back then.

The car was a bit messy, not as tidy as Chen Feng's. He flipped through it lightly, but didn't see any good food.

There were also many pancakes in the car, some cucumbers and green onions, which were obviously grown at home.

Of course, Chen Feng didn't look through it carefully, just took a casual look, wondering if there was anything else underneath.

And those tools were also old, with shiny black handles and reflective surfaces.

Some of the tools should have lost their heads, and there were rags and plastic stuffed inside.

In general, there was nothing special, just like what Chen Feng thought.

"What do you think? Did you see anything?" The old man turned around and said with a smile.

"I didn't see anything, but these tools are indeed old, and you usually can't find them in such good condition." Chen Feng sat back and joked.

"That's right, these are really old, and the more you use them, the more comfortable they are. I'm not used to using new ones." The old man raised the paint-chipped thermos cup and drank a sip of water.

Chen Feng agreed with this. It's not that he couldn't bear to buy new ones, but that he had used the tools for a long time, and he knew how to use them and how to exert force with his eyes closed.

If he changed to a new one, he would really not be used to it, and it would take some time to use it.

The two chatted for a while before returning to their respective cars and preparing to go to bed.

After Chen Feng got back into the car, he locked the door. He used to lock the door when he went to bed at night in Qiu Ling.

He always felt insecure without locking the door.

He habitually opened the movie on his mobile phone and saw the familiar beginning again.

This is really true. After watching this movie in Qiu Ling City for almost half a month, Chen Feng didn't even understand the beginning.