"Brother Runsheng, head south to Aunt Zhang's small shop."
"Okay."
On the way south, they saw another person, but this one had it a bit tougher. He didn't have a power tower, just a power pole, so he had to hang himself up there with tools.
Out of caution, after passing him, Li Zhiyuan continued south to Aunt Zhang's small shop and bought some things.
Tan Wenbin asked for a pack of Xiao Su cigarettes.
Of course, it was with his own money.
He expertly tore open the packaging, ripped off a strip, then peeled open a corner of the cigarette box and flipped it over in his palm, a few cigarettes slipping halfway out.
"Runsheng, want one?"
Runsheng glanced back but stayed focused on riding, "I don't smoke."
"Brother Xiao Yuan, do you want one?"
Li Zhiyuan shook his head.
Tan Wenbin had to bite one himself, take out matches, use his palm to shield it, and lit it.
"Hiss... huff... cough, cough, cough... gag!"
