Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Furthermore, as soon as I heard it, the demolition was about to be broken up. After thinking about it carefully, I couldn't bear it.

Even some neighbors who didn't like each other softened their complexions at this time.

"Okay, okay, definitely come, definitely come."

Seeing that everyone said they would come tonight, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth rose slightly, and a sly gleam flashed in his eyes.

After seeing off everyone, he walked up to the old man and said, "It's done, I'm not afraid that no one will come tonight, but I'm afraid that you don't have enough chickens to eat."

Zhao Ke was talking, sitting next to the old man, and calmly took out the cigarette stick from his arms and clothes.

"Old item."

The old man glanced at the smoke pot pole in Zhao Ke's hand, and knew that it was old.

"I got it by accident."

Regarding everything about the horror space, Zhao Ke didn't want to involve the people around him in the slightest, so he said a word casually and didn't say anything more.

"Wait."

Glancing at the dry-stirred shredded tobacco pouch on Zhao Ke's tobacco rod, the old man didn't know what he thought of. He walked into the room, and soon took out a small wooden box and handed it to Zhao Ke.

Before Zhao Ke opened it, he sniffed it with the tip of his nose. Although the wooden box was tightly wrapped, Zhao Ke could still smell a very faint fragrance to Zhao Ke's perverted sense of smell.

"cut tobacco?"

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, perhaps because he changed to smoking dry tobacco, Zhao Ke also has an amazing intuition about shredded tobacco.

But Zhao Ke was a little puzzled, saying that tobacco and alcohol are not separated.

But in my own impression, although the old man is addicted to alcohol, and only drinks strong wine, such as the wine made by Roach, the old man doesn't even bother to taste it.

And for so many years, I have never seen the old man smoke. Where did he get this box of shredded tobacco?

Seeing Zhao Ke’s suspicious eyes, the old man said without waiting for Zhao Ke to ask: “When I was younger than you, I was also a drug addict. Every day when I went to the mountains to hunt, I liked to sit in the forest and smoke. Later, I made it myself, and there is a secret recipe in the box, so you can make it by yourself.”

Zhao Ke took it, and after opening the wooden box, he found that the shredded tobacco was covered with a layer of gray mold.

The gray mold, if it were someone else, would have thought it was broken.

But in fact, on the contrary, this layer of mold protects the shredded tobacco underneath.

With this layer of mold,

The shredded tobacco is in the box, not only free from moisture, but also to ensure the humidity in the box, which is just enough to protect the shredded tobacco from hardening due to too dry air.

After gently removing the mold on the upper layer with your fingers, you can see a thick layer of shredded tobacco underneath, which is golden and fluffy.

It was only a corner of the mold that was torn off by Zhao Ke, but the scent below poured into Zhao Ke's nose in an instant.

This kind of agarwood is like old wine that has been dusty for many years. The smell of agarwood is far away, smelling in the nasal cavity, it feels like the whole person breathes with a strong fragrance.

"hiss!"

Zhao Ke took a deep breath of the fragrance, his eyes lit up, and his spirit was lifted immediately.

Carefully pinch a pinch, gently place it in the smoke pot, use coal tongs to clamp a small piece of red-hot charcoal, and place it in front of the smoke pot to roast gently.

With the heating of the charcoal, the shredded tobacco in the smoke pot began to emit a misty green smoke.

It's not ready yet, under the guidance of the old man, Zhao Ke continued to roast slowly, and only started to light the cigarette after the green smoke disappeared.

After blowing on the cigarette holder for a few puffs, watching the flickering flames gradually ignite in the shredded tobacco, Zhao Ke opened his mouth and inhaled.

moment!

Zhao Ke couldn't help squinting his eyes, lying on the chair, feeling the agarwood in his mouth, which seemed to be blooming in his taste buds.

It is different from the old and spicy taste that Zhao Ke smoked before.

The aroma of this shredded tobacco is like the wine that has been sobered, and it begins to emit that unique fruity aroma.

And the smoke in Zhao Ke's mouth is just like the wine that has been sobered up, revealing a special mellowness.

Taste carefully, the more you taste, the more you will be able to taste the aroma precipitated in it. This kind of precipitation cannot be preserved overnight, it takes time to accumulate and brew.

The mellow and durable fragrance made Zhao Ke feel relaxed.

It seems that the time around has also started to slow down. I opened my eyes slightly, looking at the charcoal flickering on and off, and the smell of cooking in four large pots not far away. Mars.

Zhao Ke seemed to be able to faintly smell a little bit of life.

"call……"

The green smoke circulated in the lungs, and then came out of his mouth as naturally as Zhao Ke's breathing.

"Shu Tan!"

Zhao Ke lay on the chair, with a rare contented and honest smile on his face, raised his eyelids and said: "Master, there must still be tobacco rods for such a good shredded tobacco, since you don't smoke anymore, why don't you give it to me. "

Zhao Ke's shameless state of hitting a snake with a stick and kicking his nose and face has already reached the pinnacle of cultivation.

With shredded tobacco, I also want to remember the old man's tobacco rod.

The old man is used to this, after all he has said long ago that Zhao Ke is the most thief among the three brothers.

But this time, Zhao Ke was obviously disappointed, the old man shook his head: "It's gone, that cigarette stick was taken away by your brother."

Hearing this, Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, and he muttered in a low voice: "You are always eccentric, partial to the big one, and the small one, but I am the only one in the middle, and you are the smallest."

Although the old man is old, he has very good eyes and ears. Hearing this, he slapped Zhao Ke on the back of the head, and said with a smile: "Gun Gun Gun, there is a big black box in the storage room on the left of the third floor. There is a purple box inside. Where is it?" There is a cigarette stick in my collection, I wanted to keep it as a thought, but now..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ke jumped up like a rabbit, turned around and rushed to the third floor.

"Stinky boy!"

Seeing this, the old man shook his head, smiled dryly, looked back at Luo Qing, pointed at him with a frown and said, "Hurry up, the stove behind me is almost completely burned, and your mud hasn't been reconciled yet." .”

"Dengdengdeng..."

With the sound of brisk footsteps, Zhao Ke walked up to the third floor quickly, and pushed away the storage room on the third floor that was no longer stored in front of him. The old man is not an ordinary person, and the things he can store are naturally not bad.

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, he walked forward and found the black box, holding the light of expectation, Zhao Ke opened the box, the smile on his face stiffened, his pupils tightened, and he said in surprise: "How could it be This thing?"

Chapter 240 The Next Package

Opening the box, Zhao Ke saw the purple box, but the moment he saw the box, Zhao Ke was shocked.