"Sorry..." Fu Zheng said.

Lin Ming was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say that?"

"We, we are too poor here." Fu Zheng said.

Lin Ming smiled: "What we are cooking tonight should be wild vegetables from the mountains, right? There is also bacon. Only here can you eat the most authentic bacon. We can't even buy it."

Fu Zheng felt relieved: "Then when you leave, I will bring you some."

Lin Ming's nose felt sore.

They can only eat it once or twice a year, but they still want to bring some for themselves?

Fu Zheng next to him took out tobacco leaves and cigarette paper.

He also smokes, but only in the form of rolled tobacco.

"Smoke mine."

Lin Ming took out the soft drink and said, "Nothing else, I just want you to try it."

"Soft in?!"

Fu Zheng's eyes widened.

"I heard someone said that these cigarettes cost more than 70 yuan a pack. You are so rich!"

Lin Ming said nothing.

After he lit one for Fu Zheng, he lit another one himself.

Then he asked: "How do you make money?"

"Growing food." Fu Zheng answered honestly.

"How much income do you get in a year?"

"If you're lucky, you can earn one thousand three hundred or four hundred. If you're not lucky, one thousand is enough."

As he came into contact with Lin Ming, Fu Zheng could also feel that Lin Ming did not dislike their ideas.

So when I talk, I feel more relaxed.

He pumped the penis in his hand happily, looking like he was enjoying it.

"Why don't you go out and find a job?" Lin Ming asked again.

"My parents are both sick, and there are three children at home. Feng Xia can't handle it herself," Fu Zheng said.

Lin Ming sighed softly and put the newly opened soft ball into Fu Zheng's hand.

"This...I can't have it!" Fu Zheng was startled.

A pack of cigarettes costing more than seventy yuan is simply a luxury among luxuries to him.

"Take it, I still have it." Lin Ming said.
Chapter completed!