After making the call, Luo Zhan depressedly opened the cabinet on the left side of his desk and took out two Great China and two lighters.

After thinking about it, Luo Zhan took another one painfully, a total of three Great China plus two lighters, and gritted his teeth:

Cheap you kid, Lao Tzu also has to hug a thigh to try......

..................

Listening to the sound of leather shoes outside the prison, Liu Shiba, who was sitting on the paving, looked sideways at the direction of the iron gate, with a trace of strangeness on his face.

"Liu Eighteen, this is the cigarette you won, take it! If something happens, don't say it's Lao Tzu for you. ”

Luo Zhan stood by the iron door, twisted his face, and threw three Great China and two lighters impatiently onto the plank.

Liu Shibai stood up, walked to the iron gate, looked at the three cigarettes on the pavement strangely, and wondered:

"Xie discipline, why is there one more cigarette?"

Luo Zhan rolled his eyes, twisted his face and said:

"Lao Tzu has a bad brain, and he remembers ...... wrong"

After speaking, Luo Zhan turned around and left with his hands behind his back, leaving everyone in cell 305 dumbfounded.

This kid?

Really three Great China?

This is unique in the black prison, and in the eyes of these old guys who have been locked up, this is an incomparable huge amount of money......

In the future, the plum tube will be enough......

No, it's the horn tube that's enough......

Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian stared at the bull's eye, looking Liu Shibai up and down incredibly.

Tian Mingjian laughed, patted Liu Eighteen, and said with a weird smile:

"I can't see that Luo Zhan has a good heart today, the perennial famine in our prison cell has been temporarily solved by you, and you don't have to worry about it for at least half a year. ”

Liu Shibai grinned, stared at Tian Mingjian and rolled his eyes, turned his head to look at Wu Shixun, who was also smiling, and said lightly:

"Uncle, these cigarettes will be disposed of by you, and I will make a little contribution to the prison cell. ”

Hearing this, Tian Mingjian couldn't help laughing heartily, and said with a smile:

"Yes, yes, although this kid is a new criminal, but he knows that the number should be wet with rain and dew, he is a talent, and he will be the material for doing big things in the future. ”

Wu Shixun chuckled and stared at Liu Shiba, and after a long time, he casually picked up three Great China and two lighters, played with the lighters with love, and said calmly:

"Since I came in, I haven't seen a lighter for more than ten years, so you can keep one of the three cigarettes and take one of the lighters.

The other two are your contribution to the number, what do you think?"

Liu Shibai nodded with a smile and said:

"Everything is up to the uncle, I don't know anything when I'm young, and I need the uncle and the second master in the future, and the third master and all the heroes will take care of it. ”

After speaking, under the envious and jealous eyes of several people in the cell, Liu Shibai tore out two bags of his own Great China, and then handed the rest to Tian Mingjian to put away.

Returning to the position of arranging for himself, Liu Shibai frowned and thought about it, reached out and tore apart a pack of Great China, took out a hand and handed it to Wu Shixun, and said

"Uncle, a cigarette?"

Seeing this, Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian glanced at each other and nodded with satisfaction.

Including sitting on the paved board and reading the newspaper Mu Shan Zhengxiong, he also raised his head and looked at Liu Shibai thoughtfully, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Watching Wu Shixun take the cigarette, Liu Shibai respectfully lit the lighter and helped him light it, then walked to the second-grade old man, also took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man:

"Second master, please smoke?"

Mu Shan, who usually never cares about people, actually stretched out his hand to take over Great China, let Liu Shibai point it for him, and suddenly asked:

"Your name is Liu Eighteen, and you are from Liujiatun in Ziyun Mountain?"

Liu Shibai was stunned 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 ......"

Mu Sugi Masao waved his hand, as if casually muttering to himself:

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just ask casually. ”

Liu Shibai glanced at the old man suspiciously, handed a cigarette to Tian Mingjian, and was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

Tian Mingjian pulled the cigarette and laughed:

"Okay, okay, don't call me the third master, just call me the third brother. ”

Liu 18 nodded and called the third brother obediently.

Then, Liu Shibai turned around freely and handed out a cigarette to each of the old men in the entire cell with green eyes.

When Liu 18 turned around, Lu Xiaolin inadvertently muttered:

"The old immortal hob meat, Lao Tzu has been waiting in the black prison for so many years, this is not a trap for Lao Tzu......"

Liu Shibai was stunned when he heard this, but he still endured it and didn't look back, and scolded in his heart: You pretend to be Lao Tzu, pretend to be ......

After handing out a cigarette to everyone in the number, Liu 18 returned to his fourth position and sat down, lit it beautifully with a lighter, and squinted and took a puff.

For smoking, Liu Shibai is addicted, and it doesn't matter whether it has an impact on martial artists or touching gold, anyway, you stick to your heart, and if you have too many constraints, there will be flaws in your heart.

Just like the teaching of grandfather Liu Sixteen before his death, everything is precious in nature, and everything is just a matter of making things come true......

Regarding cigarettes, Liu Shibai was not stingy, no matter who it was, including Lu Xiaolin, the obscene man who guarded the general's building, or the old pedant Mu Yuzhou, he also issued one.

"Eighteen, fight a fire?"

When Liu Shibai squinted and anesthetized, a somewhat flattering voice sounded in his ears.

When I opened my eyes, it turned out to be Lu Xiaolin, blinking and staring at myself with a pitiful face, this guy was dragging a strange thing in his hand, as if it was rolled in a newspaper...... Dirt smoke?

Liu Shibai looked at the thing in his hand strangely and asked:

"What's on your hands? It's smoke?"

The lewd man Lu Xiaolin smiled on his face, and handed the dirt cigarette in his hand to Liu Shiba, while taking out a cigarette from his pocket that was about two-thirds left.

It was the one that Liu Eighteen had just sent him.

This guy took out an old newspaper from another pocket, looked at Liu Shibai with a resentful look and smirked:

"Didn't I say before that you have to save! One cigarette should be smoked as three cigarettes to show significant benefits.

In the trumpet, cigarettes are really expensive, and money can't buy them, and the thing in your hand is called a big horn, and many people in the trumpet smoke it like this. ”

Seeing Liu Shibai dumbfounded, Lu Xiaolin continued to explain complacently:

"Don't be stupid, I'll roll one for you to see, how about tasting it?"

As he spoke, Lu Xiaolin folded the old newspaper and neatly tore off a note one inch wide and three inches long from it.

In the end, Lu Xiaolin took the remaining piece of cigarette and tore off the outer skin again, leaving the tobacco shreds on the note.

After a lot of messing around, I finally licked it with the corner of my mouth and glued it, and the top was twisted into a small braid.

After that, it was rolled into a handmade earthen cigarette, commonly known as: big horn......

Liu Shibai took the horn curiously, and looked at Lu Xiaolin's hand with a puzzled look, which means:

Have you washed your hands in the General's Building?

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