After the divorce, I became a mountain god

Inside the bonsai world.

On a large stone next to the mountain temple.

An old man with gray hair was holding a brass-colored long-handled smoking pot, taking a puff from time to time, and then spitting out white smoke.

A young man on the side looked at the old man curiously and couldn't help but ask: "Master Huang, what is this? Why does it look like the magic of swallowing clouds and spitting out smoke, but it can really spit out smoke?" ?”

The old man who was called Master Huang grinned, and the wrinkles on his withered face deepened: "Hey, you kid doesn't understand what kind of magic this is. This is a good thing for us old men to make themselves feel comfortable. It's called Tambaku." The old man explained with a smile, and breathed out a puff of white smoke leisurely.

The young man seemed not to hear clearly, and immediately asked: "Ah! I didn't hear clearly, Master Huang, what do you think this is? Why does it sound so awkward?"

Master Huang smiled and nodded, saying: "It's quite awkward, Tembakut! I don't know why it's called this name, but people all call it that."

This thing is also called Acacia, because once it is contaminated, it can make people have a strong dependence. People think that this kind of love is like the love between men and women, which makes it difficult for people to let go, so it is also called Acacia. Grass. "

When Xu Bo'an heard this, his heart moved.

Master Huang didn't know why this tobacco was called Tambakut, but Xu Bo'an knew it.

Tobacco was also called Tembakul in the ancient history that Xu Bo'an knew.

This is because when tobacco was introduced to the Ming Dynasty from the American continent, where it originated, people were not familiar with this exotic plant at that time, so they simply called it tobacco based on its transliterated name.

Later, due to factors such as dialects and accents, some changes occurred during the spread of the name, resulting in such a difficult-to-pronounce name.

But judging from the name, tobacco in the bonsai world was probably introduced into the bonsai world by the bonsai holders at that time, or the little people in the bonsai community began to understand how to use tobacco.

With this evidence, it can be proved that during the Ming Dynasty, there was still communication between this bonsai world and Xu Boan's world!

Thinking about the various signs that Xu Bo'an had discovered previously, such as the story of "Journey to the West", Huang Guan's person, and even the appearance of telescopes, as well as Xu Bo'an's own guesses and judgments, Xu Bo'an felt more and more that he seemed to understand the truth of the facts.

In the bonsai, when the young man heard the name "Acacia", he exclaimed in amazement: "Acacia! This name is quite nice, much more pleasant to the ears than that boring one.

But drying grass and smelling the smoke can relieve fatigue? impossible! That thing chokes people to the point of death. If you ask me, I have to drink flower wine to do it. "

Master Huang laughed and scolded: "Fuck you, why are you drinking flower wine? You look honest, but unexpectedly you are not honest at all!"

Jin Dajian, who had just finished his work not far away, came over and sat aside with a smile. He said jokingly: "You know nothing, don't think this is grass, but it is not ordinary grass. This thing is more valuable than us." The meat is expensive, so Master Huang can only afford it if he is good at it and can earn money."

Master Huang smiled bitterly and said: "What kind of money do I earn? I am just a lonely person. I don't need to support my family. I just have enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. That's why I can keep this hobby from going away."

As he spoke, Master Huang took another deep puff of the cigarette. When he exhaled the smoke, he sighed heavily, but showed a satisfied smile.

Jin Dajian smiled and said: "Master Huang is so humble. This kind of grass comes from the barbarians and is sold at an expensive price. It was originally a tribute given by the barbarians to the royal family when they paid tribute.
Later, after the opening up of trade, although different prices were divided according to the level of grade, ordinary farmers could not afford it. Even in the city, it was only something that the rich could afford. "

The young man's eyes flashed with envy and he said, "No wonder I haven't seen it before. It turns out it's something only found in the city."

The scene that happened here was all seen by Xu Bo'an who was observing outside the bonsai. Seeing that shredded tobacco was so expensive in the bonsai world, Xu Bo'an was moved again.

If the tobacco in the bonsai world is exactly the same as the tobacco that Xu Boan knows, this thing will definitely make money.

Thinking of this, Xu Bo'an greeted inside: "Jin Dajian, who is this person?"

Master Huang was stunned for a moment, and before he could realize where the sound came from, he saw Jin Dajian change his joking expression, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

Then I saw Jin Dajian respectfully introduce: "To Grandpa Shanshen, this is Master Huang Sanhuang, a new mason master here. He was introduced by Mr. Jiao from the county. Now he will help me build Shanshen." Where is the temple?”

Although Huang San did not explain his origin at first, he later showed Li Kanshan, Jin Dajian and others an autographed letter from Lao Jiao, the new head catcher of Shanyang County, which allowed him to integrate into Kaoshan Village more quickly. .

Master Jiao?
Shanyang County’s new head catcher, Lao Jiao?

Hearing Jin Dajian's introduction, Xu Bo'an suddenly remembered that he had seen this old man at the Chenghuang Temple in Shanyang County.

It's just that at that time, the old man looked much older than he does now, and his eyes were even more bitter and dull. It can be said that his mental state was completely different from now.

Xu Boan remembered that it was Lao Jiao who persuaded him to come here.

"I understand, you are Lao Jiao's master." Xu Guang said with sudden realization.

Master Huang was startled when he heard Jin Dajian hurriedly urge him: "Answer quickly, Master Huang, Grandpa Mountain God is asking you something."

"Grandpa Mountain God?" Master Huang muttered.

Jin Dajian nodded and said in an affirmative tone: "Yes, it is because of the blessing of the mountain god here that everyone here is so prosperous."

Master Huang hesitated for a moment and then said: "Well, I always thought you were joking with me. Can your mountain god grandpa also appear?"

Jin Dajian said seriously: "Of course, who are you kidding me? The one talking to you now is Grandpa Mountain God."

"But shouldn't it be Grandpa City Emperor?"

Master Huang had heard people talk about the appearance of the immortal grandfather in the Chenghuang Temple in Shanyang County. Later, when Lao Jiao recommended him to come here, he also heard Lao Jiao say that this was a blessed place for immortals. He always thought that this was the hometown of the Chenghuang Grandpa. Woolen cloth. Jin Dajian was also confused and said: "What Grandpa City Emperor? It's always been Grandpa Mountain God. Don't talk about these useless things now. Grandpa Mountain God is asking you something. Answer it quickly. Don't be disrespectful to Grandpa Mountain God."

Master Huang hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the mountain temple gate, and then replied: "Returning to Grandpa Shan Shen, Xiaomin Huang San has taken Master Jiao before when he first joined the class room. This time It was a bit presumptuous to ask him to call him "master" now that I think about it.

Xu Bo'an said softly: "Haha, once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. Since you are a master and a disciple, it is appropriate to call you master. You are a mason, but why do you work in the classroom?"

Huang San introduced carefully: "In the early years, the common people were transferred because their skills in making clay tiles were appreciated by the officials. Later, they went to the Qingmu Mansion as an errand with the officials. A few days ago, they were attacked by the Qingmu Mansion. It was only after the disaster that he resumed his craft as a mason."

Xu Bo'an was just chatting, so he didn't ask deeply. Instead, he asked directly: "What is this thing in your hand?"

Huang San introduced: "This thing is called a bong. It is a hollow tube made of melted copper coins. The small bowl in the front is filled with shredded tobacco. After lighting it, you can smoke the smoke with your mouth at the back to relieve fatigue. effect."

Xu Bo'an said calmly: "Oh, this is very interesting, let me see it."

Huang San hurriedly raised the pipe to his head, making a presentation gesture, lowered his head and said, "Please take a look at it, Grandpa Mountain God."

Xu Bo'an carefully reached in, gently held the bong with two fingers and took it out. Then he instantly enlarged it and turned it into a bong about thirty or forty centimeters long.

This bong is very similar to the bong in Ji Xiaolan's hand in "Iron Teeth and Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan". Xu Bo'an remembered that he saw it in the countryside when he was a child. Many old people also used this thing to smoke.

Yes, this thing seems to be the same as what I have seen. Xu Boyan thought to himself.

At this time, the tobacco in the pot had not been completely burned. Xu Boyan wanted to take a sip directly on it. He felt a little disgusted with other people's used cigarette holders. He simply turned the pot over and put the new car cigarette ash aside. There was a knock in the jar and all the tobacco inside was knocked out.

The tobacco had grown larger as the smoking pot grew. Xu Bo'an flicked it a few times and then reached out to pinch out some unburned tobacco. He tore a piece of paper on a note pad beside him and put the tobacco into it. He rolled it in and quickly rolled out a homemade cigarette.

When he was a child living in the countryside, Xu Bo'an often saw old people buying tobacco leaves and hand-rolling cigarettes at large markets, so he had some skills.

Xu Boan knocked the cigarette he rolled by hand upside down on his fingernail a few times, and after tamping the tobacco inside, he took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

Then he put it in his mouth, pursed his lips, and took a sip. Then he coughed so much that he almost coughed up stomach acid, and his nose was so choked that snot flowed out, and tears almost flowed out.

Good guy, this tobacco is really strong, it looks a bit like dry leaves.

When Xu Bo'an was young, the two-dollar Dubao cigarettes that choked his throat were not so choking. Later, when he became a little more affluent, he smoked Red Camellia cigarettes and Hongmei cigarettes, which were priced at 4 yuan a pack at that time. Only then did he recover, but unfortunately the smoke disappeared later.

At the moment, it seems that any shredded tobacco that I can get is much better than the tobacco that Huang San smokes.

Xu Bo'an asked: "Huang San, I just heard from Jin Dajian that this stuff is quite expensive. What is the grade of your tobacco?"

"Tobacco?" Huang San muttered doubtfully.

Only then did Xu Bo'an come to his senses. He didn't know what tobacco was yet, so he explained, "Oh, what we call Tembakut here is tobacco."

Huang San hurriedly said: "The Mountain God is laughing at me. Xiaomin's tobacco is naturally the cheapest. It's all the bad habits I got into when I was working in the government in the early years. I can't stop it now. Without money, it's natural." Use these inferior tobaccos to relieve your fatigue."

Seeing this, Xu Bo'an knew that he might not be able to judge the difference between good cigarettes and cheap tobacco, so he simply said immediately: "I also have some tobacco here. Please try it for me to see what grade it is."

Upon hearing this, Huang San's cloudy eyes suddenly became clearer, and there was a fanaticism in his eyes: "Huang San obeys the order, and also asks Grandpa Mountain God to give tobacco."

It has to be said that smokers’ desire for cigarettes is a very strong belief.

Xu Bo'an casually took a Huazi that was always around him, gently tore open the white cigarette paper wrapped in the tobacco, then pinched a little bit, gently placed it in front of Huangshan, and then took his pipe with it. Put it in.

Huang San soon saw a few large withered leaves falling from the sky, and then saw his beloved pipe falling down again.

The voice of Grandpa Shan Shen came just right: "This tobacco should be enough for you to eat for a few days. Take it and try it now."

Huang San took a deep breath and said: "Okay, it tastes really good. The smell alone is countless times better than my tobacco. Just a few puffs of it already have a refreshing effect."

Xu Boan urged: "Okay, try it quickly and give your opinion. These tobacco leaves are indeed a bit big. You may need to twist them a few more times."

Although the tobacco leaves were only small in Xu Boan's eyes, in the eyes of little people like Huang San and Jin Dajian, they were as big as the palm of a hand.

Huang San hurriedly reached out and pinched a piece, then crushed it hard, carefully stuffed it into the bowl at the front of his pipe, and then repeated this action again until the tobacco in the bowl was pressed firmly. .

After doing this, Huang San took out a fire source similar to a fire stick. After opening it, he blew it a few times, and sparks started to rise. Huang San hurriedly put it among the tobacco leaves on the bowl. , and soon a wisp of smoke appeared from the tobacco leaves, and then as Huang San took a deep breath, red light flashed.

Huang San continued to inhale intoxicatedly, and after a moment, he slowly exhaled, and two thick white smoke rushed out of his nostrils.

Huang San sighed and said: "Wonderful, it's such a wonderful feeling. I have never smoked such a good Tambaku in my life... um, no, it's tobacco. I have never smoked such a good taste in my life." Where's tobacco!
Even when I was working as an errand in Qingmu Mansion, the tobacco delivered by those wealthy people was not even one-tenth as good as this one. "

Jin Dajian said in a matter-of-fact tone from the side: "Of course, this is the fairy tobacco rewarded by the mountain god grandpa. Can it be compared with their ordinary stuff?"

Huang San hurriedly agreed and said: "It makes sense, it is true. Xiaomin's eyes are really opened this time."

Xu Bo'an smiled and was about to ask a few more questions when he felt a feeling of calling coming from him. Looking at it like this, it looked like someone was offering incense in Shanyang City. (End of chapter)