after a full meal
Fang Ming lit a cigarette and began to smoke happily.
"Mister, what is this?" Zhang Ci asked as usual.
"A cigarette, a cigarette after a meal.”"If you want to draw, take it yourselves," Fang Ming said nonchalantly.”
"Smoke?"
Ying Zheng and the other two had strange expressions on their faces.
They really could not understand why Fang Ming was holding a white object in his mouth and kept puffing out smoke.
Why was he as happy as a god?
"Is this the cultivation method of immortals? Becoming stronger by swallowing special spiritual smoke?"
"Rumor has it that immortals consume the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and smoke rises from their mouths and noses.”
"That's right, it must be like this. And this small thing actually started a flame when I pressed it. It must be that immortal treasure!”
"Good stuff, all good stuff. Why don't we try it too?”
"Your Majesty is wise. I'll try first!"
Ying Zheng and the other two secretly discussed for a while, and immediately became interested!
After a while, the three of them imitated Fang Ming and picked up their cigarettes. After taking a deep puff, they choked and coughed violently.
"Don't suck so much at the beginning, slow down!”
"It's good to get used to it, right? Which man doesn't smoke and drink?”
Fang Ming guided her patiently and earnestly!
Soon, Great Qin's first batch of people started to smoke.
The three historical bigwigs in ancient costumes were smoking cigarettes and puffing smoke. They did not look out of place at all. Fang Ming did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"This cigarette is really good. It has a refreshing effect!”" And there's an inexplicable momentum when I draw it," Ying Zheng commented." I like it very much!”
"Of course!" Fang Ming nodded." Men don't smoke. They smoke loneliness. Come on!" If we have nothing to do, let's play mahjong together. It's just enough people!”
"Hit who?" "Who's mahjong?" Zhang Ci asked.”
"Your sister?"
Fang Ming was speechless!
He saw Ying Zheng and Fu Su's confused expressions, and was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
These three people couldn't have joined forces to make fun of him, right?
Could it be that these three fellows were filming some prank show and deliberately came over to prank him?
Otherwise, how could he not know about mahjong?
But Fang Ming looked around and saw that no one was secretly filming!
"I suspect that you didn't run out from the mountains. You clearly ran out from a mental hospital!”
"Forget it, forget it. I'm unlucky. I'll teach you guys how to play mahjong!”
Fang Ming helplessly took out the mahjong table and told them the rules of the game.
After much persuasion, the three of them barely managed to figure out what was going on, and then Fang Ming pulled them along to kill.
"Mahjong is a great subject. It involves mathematics, logic, statistics, psychology, game theory, mindset analysis, and many other knowledge!”
"You have to know how to count the cards in a card game. You have to have rules when playing cards. You have to know how to count the cards and guess the thoughts of others. It's not just entertainment!”
"Hong Zhong, hey hey, bang! Wow! Fight!"
"Hahaha, self-touch! Pay up!"
As Fang Ming explained, he continued to kill the three of them, easily killing them.
However, when he was about to collect the money, the reaction of Ying Zheng and the other two made him so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
"Money? What is it?"
"Sir, you should be talking about money, right? But we didn't bring any silver!"
"Yes, when will I bring silver out?”
Fu Su and the other two had high positions and power, so they usually did not need to bring money with them.
Therefore, when Fang Ming asked them for money, they were immediately dumbfounded.
"Why don't we pay on credit?" " I'll definitely double the compensation the next time you come," Fu Su said weakly." I won't be late."”
"What the f * ck? No money?"
"What are you doing? Do you have no money?”
"Are you guys here to tease me?”
Fang Ming was so depressed that he wanted to curse. After confirming that they really had no money, he could only pinch his nose and agree to their shameless request for credit.
"Xiao Hei, bring me a pen and paper!”
As Fang Ming gave his order, Blackie immediately brought over a few pieces of paper and a pen with its mouth. When it wrote down their names on the paper, Ying Zheng, Zhang Ci, and Fu Su were dumbfounded again.
"What is this? It was as white as snow and as thin as a cicada's wing. How could he write on it?”
"Sir, shouldn't we use bamboo slips for writing records? What is this?"
"Heavens, you can write without a brush?”
Ying Zheng and the other two kept crying out in surprise, as if they had seen aliens.
Fang Ming did not know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at the three of them.
F * ck, your acting skills are so exaggerated. Don't you know that this is paper?
"Idiot, you want to owe money?”Fang Ming rolled his eyes and said,"I saw it clearly. I remember it."”
"Sir!" "What is this?" Fu Su stood up excitedly and bowed. This was ten thousand times more convenient than writing on bamboo slips. It was definitely a sacred object of the literary path.”
"Damn you, don't you recognize paper?”"Isn't your acting a little too much?" Fang Ming said unhappily.”
"Paper? Is this thing called paper?" "Sir, how is it made?" Fu Su continued to ask.”
"Nonsense, of course it's the paper making technique!”Fang Ming said gloomily while playing mahjong,""Boil the tree bark, bamboo, linen, and other plants until they are tender. After cutting them, beat them into pulp. After mixing them with water, scoop them up with bamboo strips and dry them!”
"Don't you understand how simple it is? You guys don't usually use your hands to dig when you go to the toilet, do you?”
"Boom! Hahaha, flowers blooming on the bar, bookkeeping!”
Fang Ming continued to kill in all directions, but the information he inadvertently revealed made Fu Su's eyes shine brighter and brighter.
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