Chapter 121: Rain and Dew Change from One to Three
After making the call, Luo Zhan depressedly opened the cabinet on the left side of his desk and took out two pieces of Big China and two lighters.
After thinking about it, Luo Zhanrou took another one in pain, a total of three Greater Chinas and two lighters, and gritted his teeth and said:
It's easy for you, kid, I'll give it a try...
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Hearing the thump of leather shoes outside the prison cell, Liu Shiba, who was sitting on the floor, turned his head and looked in the direction of the iron door, with a strange look on his face.
"Liu Shiba, this is the cigarette you won, take it! If something happens, don't say I gave it to you."
Luo Zhan stood by the iron door, his face twisted, and he tossed three strips of Chinese and two lighters onto the floor impatiently.
Liu Shiba stood up, walked to the iron gate and looked at the three cigarettes on the floor strangely, and said in confusion:
"Thank you for your discipline, why do you have an extra cigarette?"
Luo Zhan rolled his eyes, twisted his face and said:
"I have a bad mind and I remembered it wrong..."
After saying that, Luo Zhan turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving everyone in cell 305 stunned.
This guy?
Did Santiao Greater China really get blackmailed?
This is unique in the black prison. In the eyes of these old guys who have been imprisoned, this is an unparalleled sum of money...
From now on Meizi will take care of enough...
No, the trumpet tube is enough...
Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian stared at Liu Shiba with their eyes wide open, looking up and down in disbelief.
Tian Mingjian laughed naively, patted Liu Shiba, and said with a strange smile:
"Catch! I can't tell that Luo Zhan showed kindness today. The perennial famine in our cell has been temporarily solved by you. We won't have to worry about it for at least half a year."
Liu Shiba grinned, glared at Tian Mingjian and rolled his eyes. He turned to look at Wu Shixun, who was also smiling, and said calmly:
"Uncle, you can dispose of these cigarettes. This is my contribution to the prison cell."
Hearing this, Tian Mingjian couldn't help but laugh heartily, and said with a cheerful smile:
"That's right, that's right. Although this guy is a new prisoner, he has been on the road. He knows that everyone in the cell has to be exposed to both rain and dew. He is a talented person. He will be the material to do big things in the future."
Wu Shixun chuckled and stared at Liu Shiba. After a long time, he casually picked up three pieces of Great China and two lighters. He played with the lighters fondly and said calmly:
"After I came in, I haven't seen a lighter for more than ten years. In this way, you can keep one of the three cigarettes and take the lighter.
The other two are considered your contribution to the Hao, what do you think?"
Liu Shiba nodded with a smile and said:
"Everything is up to you. I'm young and don't know anything. From now on, I will need your help and care from your uncle, second master, third master and all the other good men."
After saying that, Liu Shiba, under the envious and jealous eyes of several people in the cell, tore out two packages of his own Da Zhonghua, put them in his pocket, and then gave the rest to Tian Mingjian to put away.
Returning to the position assigned to him, Liu Shiba frowned and thought, reached out and tore open a pack of Great China, took out a piece of his hand and handed it to Wu Shixun, saying
"Uncle, would you like a cigarette?"
Seeing this, Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian looked at each other and nodded with satisfaction.
Masao Kisugi, who was sitting on the floor and reading the newspaper, also raised his head and looked at Liu Shiba thoughtfully, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Watching Wu Shixun take the cigarette, Liu Shiba respectfully lit the lighter for him, then walked to the second-tier old Japanese, also took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man and said:
"Second Master, please have a cigarette?"
Kisugi Masao, who usually never talked to anyone, unexpectedly stretched out his hand to take over the Great China. Liu Shiba nodded for him and suddenly asked:
"Your name is Liu Shiba? Are you from Liujiatun in Ziyun Mountain?"
Liu Shiba was startled when he heard this, looked at the wrinkles on the old man's face, and replied happily:
"Yes, Second Master, I am from Liujiatun. I don't know..."
Kisugi Masao waved his hands and said to himself as if carelessly:
"It's okay, it's okay, I just asked casually."
Liu Shiba glanced at the old man in confusion and handed a cigarette to Tian Mingjian. He was interrupted just as he was about to speak.
Tian Mingjian grabbed the cigarette and laughed:
"Okay, okay, don't call me Third Master, just call me Third Brother."
Liu Shiba nodded and called Third Brother obediently.
Then, Liu Shiba turned around in a carefree manner and handed out a cigarette to each of the green-eyed old men in the entire cell.
When Liu Shiba turned around, Lu Xiaolin muttered unintentionally:
"I've been waiting in the dark prison for so many years. I've been tricked to death..."
Liu Shiba paused when he heard this, but still resisted the temptation to look back, cursing secretly in his heart: You are pretending to me, pretend well...
After giving out a cigarette to everyone in the room, Liu Shiba returned to his fourth seat and sat down, lit it with a lighter, and took a puff with squinted eyes.
Liu Shiba was addicted to smoking, and regardless of whether it had any effect on being a warrior or touching gold, the most important thing was to stick to his heart. If there were too many constraints, he would have flaws in his heart.
Just like what Grandpa Liu Shiliu taught during his lifetime, everything depends on nature and all your wishes come true...
Regarding cigarettes, Liu Shiba was not stingy. No matter who it was, including the wretched man Lu Xiaolin who guarded the general building, or the old scholar Mu Yuzhou, he also gave out one.
"Eighteen, let's have a fight?"
While Liu Shiba was squinting his eyes under anesthesia, a somewhat flattering voice sounded in his ears.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Lu Xiaolin, blinking his eyes and staring at him with a pitiful expression. In this guy's hand, he was holding a strange thing, which seemed to be rolled out of newspaper... native smoke?
Liu Shiba looked at the thing in his hand strangely and asked:
"What's in your hand? Is it also smoke?"
Lu Xiaolin, a wretched man, had a big smile on his face. Pidianpidian handed the local cigarette in his hand to Liu Shiba, while taking out a cigarette with about two-thirds of it remaining from his pocket.
It was exactly the one Liu Shiba gave him just now.
This guy took out an old newspaper from another pocket, looked at Liu Shiba with a resentful look and said with a silly smile:
"Didn't I say before that we should save money? One cigarette should be smoked as three to achieve significant benefits.
In the hut, cigarettes are really expensive and you can't buy them even if you have money. The thing you have is called a loudspeaker, and many people in the hut smoke like this."
Seeing Liu Shiba dumbfounded, Lu Xiaolin continued to explain proudly:
"Don't be stupid, I'll roll one up and you can see how it tastes?"
While talking, Lu Xiaolin folded the old newspaper and neatly tore off a piece of paper one inch wide and three inches long.
Finally, Lu Xiaolin cut the remaining cigarette in half and tore off the outer skin, leaving the shredded tobacco on the note.
After messing with it seven times, I finally licked it with the corner of my mouth and stuck it on, and twisted it into a small braid at the top.
After that, it was rolled into a handmade cigarette, commonly known as: Big Trumpet...
Liu Shiba curiously took the horn and looked at Lu Xiaolin's hand that was curling the horn with confusion, meaning:
Have you washed your hands while guarding the General Building?
