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Corn and potatoes, these are high-yield crops, and in the future, they will be popularized, which can reduce the famine for our own ancestors in China for several years.

But good people have to do it, and this money must also be earned. Yan Ming didn't expect to make money with life-saving food.

The money earned from grain is the hard money of the people. This money made him squander extravagantly, and he couldn't bear it. To earn, to earn the money of the rich. Especially those who are pampered and have nothing to do to loot the people's fat and ointment.

The luxury of cigarettes is what Yan Ming prepared for them.

The profits of tobacco are extremely considerable. Judging from the degree to which everything is privatized in the Celestial Empire, only tobacco has not been privatized, the profits of this industry are definitely not few.

A group of officials and gentlemen were busy in the kitchen.

Back at the dinner table, I can't get enough of it.

Especially the table of Yan Ming's house, it is really high enough to sit and comfortable. After a group of people sat down, Yan Ming personally gave everyone a full of wine.

Everyone raised their glasses and congratulated Yan Ming on his promotion to the marquis.

After the procedure was completed, the bushman couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance, stretched out his chopsticks and took a bite of the dish first, put it in Dou Ying's bowl, and said with a smile: "You don't move the chopsticks when you are the prime minister, and everyone else is restrained." ”

When he said this, everyone laughed.

In the laughter of everyone, Dou Ying picked up the chopsticks, took a mouthful of the dish, and put it in his mouth, originally wanted to say a few polite words, but as soon as the dish was eaten, his eyes immediately lit up.

At this point, he no longer greeted everyone, and went straight to the next dish with chopsticks.

As soon as everyone saw Dou Ying's posture, it was really delicious, and no one was polite. All of them picked up the dishes they liked and tasted them.

All of a sudden, there was silence at the wine table. There is a feeling of a morning meeting.

It wasn't until everyone ate quietly for a long time that Dongfang Shuo was the first to react, looking at everyone's eating appearance and laughing. If it weren't for the fear of shocking the world, Yan Ming wanted to secretly take out the mobile phone under the bed and take pictures of a group of people eating.

Dou Ying and Guan Fu are bold generals, and they also feel out of shape and laugh along. is Han Yan and Sima Xiangru, and the two of them are also bold, and at the same time.

On the table, only Ji Di strictly followed the rules, looked at everyone's eating appearance, and was silent, but the forbearant smile on his face was also seen in the eyes of everyone.

The next step is to stagger.

Yan Mingping retired and took care of the dinner in person.

In a group of people, except for Sima Xiangru and Dongfang Shuo, the others were born nobles and had ever cooked. Today's experience is simply the first time in life, and it is a bit unfinished.

"I put the garlic cloves in this dish, you can taste the aroma of this garlic, how good!" Dou Ying pointed to a plate of fried pork slices and said.

"I added the ginger in that fish, otherwise how could it be so fresh?" The bushman did not show weakness either.

"I have it too, that plate ......"

Looking at this group of guys, Yan Ming wanted to laugh a little. History is really not very serious sometimes. Some of the guys recorded in the history books are witty, some are serious, but in the final analysis, they are still flesh and blood people.

Seeing that everyone was drinking and drinking, Yan Ming quietly took out the prepared Chinese cigarettes.

The cigarette boxes of these cigarettes had long been torn open and thrown away.

All that's left now are cigarettes in trays.

"Brothers!" Yan Ming shouted with the strength of the wine.

When he said this, everyone applauded. Especially Dou Ying, he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, just look at the brother you called, you little brother, Dou Ying will recognize it!" ”

"The bushman also admits it!" The bushman slapped the table, with the demeanor of a military general, but he did not look like a servant who managed animal husbandry.

Han Yan picked up the wine glass, her handsome face was slightly red from alcohol, and she looked even more handsome. If Yan Ming hadn't seen his heroic appearance, he would really suspect that this guy was a pseudo-girl with Longyang's goodness.

"Han Yan and Yan Hou are also considered brothers, right?" Han Yan knew that this group of people couldn't get used to seeing themselves on weekdays, and they didn't have any confidence to speak at this time.

Ever since he knew the usefulness of the golden pill, Yan Ming had a high opinion of Han Yan's character. Now seeing Han Yan's appearance, he honestly and unceremoniously hugged Han Yan's shoulders and said with a smile: "What do you mean by counting?" A brother is a good brother. ”

Han Yan's face was happy.

Although Dou Ying and the others have opinions about Han Yan, it can be seen that Yan Ming is like this, most of them are bold people, and they also patted their chests and called Han Yan brothers.

"Brothers," Yan Ming continued with what he had just said, "I know a saying, that if a man does not drink, he walks in the world in vain; Men smoke cigarettes and race over living immortals. How can there be wine without smoke today? ”

"Smoke? What is Smoke? ”

"How? Hurry up and bring it, let's rush through the mountain of swords and the sea of fire, and I have really seen smoke. The bushman yelled.

Yan Ming smiled and took out the prepared cigarettes from the tray.

Looking at the cigarettes lying quietly on the tray, Yan Ming felt distressed, this is China, soft pack!

The bushman drank the wine, the wine was average, and when he saw the cigarette, he didn't ask, but grabbed one directly, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Yan Ming wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Seeing the uncomfortable appearance of the fufu's mouth being entangled with cigarettes, Yan Ming wanted to laugh, but he was embarrassed to laugh at this servant of the dynasty.

Han Yan was still smart, took a cigarette, sniffed it, and said: "This thing smells very good, how to smoke, and do you want Yan Hou to teach you?" ”

Looking at Dou Ying, who was about to take two bites, Yan Ming hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "This cigarette is not for eating, but for smoking." ”

As he spoke, Yan Ming skillfully grabbed a cigarette with his fingers, and at the same time took out a fire fold, ignited the cigarette in his mouth, and took a puff gently.

A puff of smoke was swallowed, walked around the respiratory system, and then squirted out of his nose, and a fluttering sensation arose.

When I came to this Han room, I had never smoked. Now that I taste it again, a feeling of being separated from the world strikes, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Oh no, Yanhou is smoking!" Ji Di saw smoke coming out of Yan Ming's nose, and couldn't help but scream.

Ji Di's shouting brought Yan Ming back to reality. He said with a smile: "Don't worry about Jigong, this is smoking, inhale the cigarette and spit it out." Swallowing clouds and spitting fog in general. ”

"Swallowing clouds and spitting fog, only the legendary gods can, it turns out that you will too. Come on, bring me a cigarette, I'll try it too. Dou Ying forgot that he had a cigarette in his hand that he almost stuffed into his mouth, and clamored for one.

Yan Ming gave him a point, he studied Yan Ming's appearance, took a sip, and immediately let out a heart-rending cough. Snot and tears all came down.

"Oh, what is this, why is it so choking!" Dou Ying said while shaking his head while coughing.

Looking at Dou Ying's appearance, several people became even more curious, lit cigarettes one after another, and tried to smoke them. All of a sudden, in the back hall of the Yan family, there was a miasma of smoke and coughing.

In the midst of this chaotic smoke, there was only one person, standing still, sitting there steadily, holding a Chinese stick in his hand, and gently inhaled, like an old smoker, puffing out bursts of smoke from his nostrils.

This man was none other than Jidwan.

This stubborn old man, silently, lit a cigarette by himself, and smoked it skillfully and happily. Looking at the calm Ji Di, everyone was like an adolescent child, coughing, even if they couldn't stand up, they had to squat and light a cigarette and try to take two puffs.

Looking at this group of senior members of the DPRK who were squatting on the ground and smoking, Yan Ming suddenly thought of his junior high school days, when he was also squatting in the toilet and smoking, and he didn't know how many times he was caught by the master of the Academic Affairs Office.