Looking around, although it was full of fireworks and a wide variety of snacks, there was nothing that Liu Ruiying wanted to eat.

At this moment, a "squeaking" sound suddenly came from the intersection of the street, as if it was made when the wheel of the well digging water turned.

Liu Ruiying looked at the sound of the voice. An old man was pushing a pull-up truck and walking slowly from the street intersection.

Generally, pull-up trucks are people in front of them, with a belt or hemp rope tied to the car and straddle them diagonally to the shoulders. Hold the two rafters that extend from the pull-up truck with both hands to borrow force, and step under your feet, and the car can move forward.

But this pull-up truck is very different.

The car is in front and the person is behind.

The old man walked step by step with two rafters of different lengths attached from the pull-up board.

Hawkers who set up stalls always go quickly, after all, the earlier they set up stalls, the more money they earn.

But this old man was not in a hurry at all.

It was slow and slow, not like pulling a cart, but walking and exercising. The front foot fell to the ground, the back foot hesitated for a long time before following, and then the pace was very slow.

It is difficult for people to grasp the direction behind the car, which is why he is very careful when walking.

There was a vacant position facing the wine shop where Liu Ruiying was located.

At first, he wondered why no one came to set up a stall in such a good location. Now he understood that this vacancy should be the old man's exclusive location and others could not grab it.

Shinian Street is a place where every inch of land is valuable, and these mobile vendors are not fixed. Logically, no one will have their own exclusive stalls.

The exclusive stall either pays expensive stall fees or is familiar with the people in charge of the order on the street. The old man looks like he has no money and does not seem to know anyone, which makes it even more difficult to understand.

Liu Ruiying couldn't help but become curious about what the old man sold.

After he stopped the frame, the vendors on both sides still greeted the old man with a smile.

The old man seemed very reserved, nodded as a gift, and then took out a small stool from the frame and sat down.

With a touch of his right hand, he pulled out a cigarette rod from the pile of debris.

Liu Rui has seen this thing a lot.

He himself had a single one that came out of the old horseman.

I think that at the beginning, he went to Ma Pengli to work for the old horseman in order to be happy with his horseman. The first thing he did was to fill the old horseman's tobacco pipes and pots.

As for washing horse hair, cleaning horse rings, and fork forage, they all started gradually later.

However, the old man's cigarette pole really surprised Liu Ruiying.

He had never seen such a long cigarette pole, nor had he seen such a large cigarette pot.

The cigarette pole was as long as Liu Ruiying's arms, but the cigarette pot was almost as big as his palm.

At first glance, it looks like a small bowl.

Such a long cigarette pole and such a huge cigarette pot give people a very disharmonious feeling...

What's more, the old man's cigarette pole is made of bamboo.

The bamboo joints above are abnormally clear.

Judging from the color, it should be that after the finishing, another layer of tung oil is applied.

The cigarette rod of such a texture is not durable, at least far worse than the brass cigarette rod on Liu Ruiying's body.

However, he also knew that large bamboo forests grew in the west of the King of Pingnan.

The people who lived there, all the utensils in their daily lives, and even the houses they lived in were made of bamboo.

This wood grows very fast, and it can grow a lot taller in just one rain. In addition, it is extremely tough and has been treated and resistant to rain and can be used over the years.

There are also many shops selling bamboo utensils in Zhongdu City.

However, the climate here is relatively dry.

Things made of bamboo will easily explode from the center after being left for a long time.

Those who buy these are rich families or clans with family resources. They buy them and put them at home as decorations, which looks a bit different in style.

After it breaks, buy a new one, and don’t worry about the length of the service cycle.

The old man was holding the cigarette pole and didn't move.

The cigarette mouth is more than three inches away from the lips.

Liu Ruiying looked from here and seemed to be asleep.

My slightly hunched back was somewhat fluctuating due to my breathing.

But his hand holding the cigarette pole was always stable, without any trembling.

On the contrary, the other arm, although its elbows were resting on its thighs, was shaking its hanging wrists.

Some elderly people have done a lot of heavy physical labor to make a living when they are young. When they get older, the hidden injuries accumulated in these joints will explode, resulting in limited mobility.

But Liu Ruiying felt that this old man was not like this.

Because although his hands had calluses, his skin was still delicate.

At this age, there should be some skin on the back of his hands, but his skin is tight and his whole body looks extremely lean.

After sitting for a while, he reached into the pile of debris with his other hand and took out a small bamboo pot.

When Liu Ruiying saw this, she suddenly realized.

The shaking of your hand is not a secret injury, but a drunkenness!

Sure enough, after he used his teeth to pull out the lid of the small bamboo pot, and after taking a few sips of it, his hands stopped shaking, undoubtedly like ordinary people.

The old man smacked his lips and began to slowly fill the tobacco into the tobacco pot.

The tobacco pot was very big. He grabbed a handful of tobacco from the bag, slapped it all in with a slap. Finally, he pressed it on it with his palm and kept twisting it to make the tobacco more solid.

In Liu Ruiying's opinion, it was also strangely tight to fill the tobacco.

If the tobacco is pressed too much, it will be difficult to ignite it. There may even be a possibility of being unable to pump.

But the old man didn't care at all. After pressing it with his palm a few times, he dripped a few drops of the wine from the bamboo pot into the tobacco.

The fire sickle sounded, lit the paper medium, put the cigarette mouth into the mouth, and sucked it up.

After sucking for three or five times, he exhaled his first breath of cigarette.

When Liu Ruiying saw this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

People who watch people smoke are more nervous than those who smoke.

The first puff of cigarette was circled in the lungs. After spitting it out, the old man put the cigarette pole aside, freed up his hands, and started to work hard.

The small stool that was sitting before now turned into the legs of the pull-up truck, so as to keep the entire truck balanced.

The first thing I took off in the car was a stove.

Liu Ruiying didn't expect that the old man's pull-up truck had been renovated, and the left could be extended to form a stove with a round hole in the middle.

The stove is placed under the stove, and the lit flame just pops out of the round hole.

The red ones are brightly red, and the lights around them are still orange, which makes people feel warm.

Liu Ruiying felt a little nauseous just now.

He poured himself another glass of wine, but after a while, no one clinked his glasses with him.

Tang Zhongsong, and three and a half wine, Xiao Jinkan's attention was also on the old man who had just arrived.

"Is that cigarette pole really used to smoke?"

Jiu Sanban asked.

As the saying goes, smoking and alcohol are not divided, but three-half of alcohol is an exception. Only drink alcohol and do not smoke.

Liu Ruiying also asked him to taste the taste of tobacco, but Wu Sanhan just shook his head. He didn't say he liked it or didn't say he didn't like it.

But I never had a second mouthful, I should just dislike it.

"What else can you do if you don't use cigarette poles to smoke?"

Tang Zhongsong asked back.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the lace of his chest to make it looser.

This is his signature move.

This is what happened when Liu Ruiying drank with him for the first time in the camp outside the Dingxi King's Realm and Dingzhou Prefecture.

"The cigarette pole can also be used to knock on the head!"

Jiu Sanban thought about it and said.

When he was in the village, he was naughty and did not shed sheep and cattle properly. He was hit by a lot of cigarettes and pots in his head because of his mischievous mist. He still remembered it vividly.

Liu Ruiying suddenly thought of a game he played when he was bored with the old horseman.

A very unfunny and difficult to play game.

If it weren't for being really boring, no one would have gone to play.

It can probably be considered a kind of alcoholic drink. Anyway, after drinking in the second half, everyone will feel a little bored.

I finished saying everything I could say, but I couldn’t find what I wanted to eat. Maybe I could drink a few more rounds after this wave of alcohol, but now I urgently need some things to pass the time.

This game is roughly a person speaks a word, and others develop associations based on this word, and then constantly say new things. It is no wonder, but you must explain clearly how you connect the two.

Thinking of this, Liu Ruiying suddenly became excited.

After drinking the wine in the glass, he explained the rules to everyone.

It is not difficult to have a show. Except for Park Jung-hong, who has lost half his life, all of them have studied and traveled around the world, seen the world and the big scenes.

Liu Ruiying didn't know many things, but they were all familiar with them.

What surprised Liu Ruiying was that everyone was surprisingly interested in the "boosting" game he said!

Since he proposed it first, Liu Ruiying will first talk about it.
To be continued...