"That's it, the signature is drawn. ”

Uncle Thirteen pulled Huang Bo and came over to cover his handprint, Huang Bo didn't do it, and the two of them were more energetic.

Yan Ni jumped out to do things again, "Uncle Thirteen is not as strong as Niu Er, whoever loses will raise him." ”

"Okay!" "Okay!" the old grandfather was angry, a handful of years, and flicked the whip on the ground, startling Yan Ni.

"Look, let's find a man first and raise you!"

"Okay, then do it according to the ancestor's wishes," the thirteenth uncle saw the stitches and said: "Niu Er raises cattle, and the village is in charge, and marry the ninth girl to Niu Er." ”

The ninth girl is Yan Ni, a widow who married from Guanzhong.

"Why, does this cattle raising have anything to do with marrying?"

Yan Ni stood on the stage, waved her hand like a leader, and said to the women below: "Now, marriage is independent. ”

"You're on your own!"

The old grandfather shook his whip, "I have the final say, I am the destiny of heaven!"

Uncle Thirteen ran to Yan Ni's side and said, "You little widow, who else do you want to marry, the village will give you three buckets of grain as a dowry, okay?"

In this way, the village coerced and lured the nine girls to Niu Er as a condition for Niu Er to raise cattle.

"That village talking, can it be counted?"

Huang Bo had an ugly face and smiled shyly, he was looking forward to this love.

Yes, it's love.

In today's parlance, Jiu'er is called a pseudo-feminist.

She shouted "women's liberation" and wanted to be on an equal footing with men;

She shouted for "marital autonomy" and opposed arranged marriages.

It seems that she is rebelling against the feudal clan, but the feudal order of this mountain village has sheltered her in turn.

The marriage between Jiu'er and Niu Er is completely arranged for the interests of the clan forces.

But in this environment, love is strange and natural.

The love of Niu Er and Jiu'er.

Seeing this all the time, Zhou Jin somewhat understood the meaning of Guan Hu.

This sullen-looking old man turned out to be really sassy.

I thought that this would be a realistic anti-Japanese war movie, but Guan Hu secretly played a metaphor to try to portray small farmers in mountain villages for thousands of years.

Niu Er is a microcosm of the farmers of the Celestial Empire, he is timid and afraid, so as to take advantage of small advantages, he will secretly feed the concentrate feed for the cows to his own small cattle.

Although no one saw it, he himself had a troubled conscience and began to justify it with false reasoning.

"You are an eight-way cow, and the eight-way pays attention to the equality of individuals and people, so don't you talk about equality between cows and cows?"

"When you get to the farmer's house, you should eat some roughage and eat some farmer's food. ”

Is it humorous? It looks ironic.

Is it ironic?

"Have you ever touched Naiko?" asked Huang Bo with a lewd smile.

"I haven't touched ...... so big"

"You just blow it, you haven't touched the little Naiko. Hey, do you dare to touch it?"

"What's not to dare to do here?"

When walking, the cow naizi is thrown one by one, which is easy for simple farmers to associate with sex.

The sexual repression in the mountain village is released in the cows.

"My mother-in-law, how can she look like such a big one?"

"I can't touch Jiu'er, I can't touch you?"

"I just touched it, what's wrong?"

Niu Er secretly touched Niu Naiko, which became a sin in the village as a matter of course, so he was dragged through the streets.

When filming this scene, it was already winter, and it snowed heavily for the first time, and it was freezing to death.

The villagers, who originally liked to watch the excitement, were now reluctant to give money after the freshness.

Guan Hu said that with the condition of adding 20 yuan per person, they agreed to cooperate in the last scene.

In the big house in the middle of the village, a large stove was lit, and everyone was huddled together and was baking a fire.

The old ninth master is a pensioner, Guan Hu, Huang Bo, Yan Ni, can be regarded as busy, and Zhou Jin is an idler.

Seeing that it was half an afternoon, Guan Hu was a little worried, "If the snow doesn't stop, today's scene won't be filmed." ”

"It's been snowing for a day, and judging by the old age, it should stop when it's getting dark. ”

The old ninth master sat on a chair around the quilt, holding a kettle in his hand, and comforted.

This old man doesn't have many plays, and he has already finished it, but he likes to watch dramas.

Every time the crew starts filming, the old man has to come over to watch the excitement.

Zhou Jin doesn't have many scenes in the crew, and he usually works part-time as a field worker, every time there is a scene of Huang Bo, he comes over to observe, and the two of them are mixed up and forgetful.

"How about a look?"

Zhou Jin was holding a white hat, which was a big hat that Niu Er had to wear on the street, and a line of small characters was written on it with a brush: Sneaking the counter-revolution of Niu Naizi on the Eighth Road.

Lao Jiu Ye said with a smile: "I heard the scholars in the village say before, words are like people, and you can be regarded as answering this sentence." ”

Zhou Jin was stunned for a moment, the words are like his person, do you praise me for being handsome?

Huang Bo continued: "I think this word is very good, the Zhuanghu people have no culture, and they are crooked and in line with their identity." ”

Well, this knife makes up.

However, Zhou Jin also admits that his calligraphy is indeed not very good.

I studied it for a few days in my previous life, but then I found out that it was not the material, so I broke the jar and broke it.

"Hey, it's ripe......" A scent came from the air, from the few sweet potatoes on the stove.

Yan Ni's nose was sharp, she smelled it at once, and was about to take it out, but the old ninth master stopped, "Bake it for a while, and it will be delicious when the skin is burnt." ”

A few people gathered around, smelling the fragrance, and looking forward to it.

There is already a lack of entertainment in the countryside, and in the winter, this may be one of the few pleasures.

It was snowing heavily, there was a fire in the house, there were a few sweet potatoes on the shelf, and a few people chatting around the fireplace, which was quite atmospheric.

"Zhou Jin, have you been in Hengdian, don't you have a brokerage company?" Yan Ni is like an eldest sister, and she cares about him.

"No, if it weren't for the amount you recommended to the director last time, the amount would still be in Hengdian. He deliberately learned the Guanzhong accent.

"Then you're not going to sign a company? It's hard to run a gang now. ”

Zhou Jin smiled: "There has to be a company that wants me, last time I filmed Xianjian San in Hengdian, the sugar man contacted me, but I still haven't believed it." ”

Huang Bo nodded, he was an old man, and said: "The company is very cautious in signing artists, you are still young, and it is serious to improve your acting skills." ”

Lao Jiu Ye said with a smile: "What kind of acting skills does he have, I see him running around in the village all day long, and I haven't seen a serious act." ”

Zhou Jin was silent, he estimated that he was still skinny before, but since he watched Huang Bo's acting skills, he has been a little wilted.

When he used to shoot Xianjian San, he didn't think how good Hu Ge Huo Jianhua's acting skills were, and he always felt that it was okay to change himself.

But this time, watching Huang Bo acting, he was convinced, and he really couldn't get on.

Sensing that Zhou Jin was a little lost, Huang Bo comforted: "Take your time, watch more and ponder, and accumulate experience." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Hey, it's almost there, take it out, and it will be overburned. The old ninth master pointed to the stove and urged.

Several people were in a hurry, using tongs to take out the sweet potatoes, and each person divided one into one.

Zhou Jin wrapped the sweet potato in the old clothes on his body, and he still felt hot through the padded jacket.

Break it hard from the middle, and suddenly reveal the yellow and clear sweet potato flesh, and the outermost layer is roasted and browned.

Eat it in your mouth, tsk, that's called a fragrant.

"Chen Yang, fuck it, bring the labor-management pasta. ”。 He yelled outside.

No matter how cold the day is or how heavy the snow is, there are always that kind of bear children rolling in the snow, Chen Yang is originally from Dongshan, and he quickly became familiar with the bear children in the nearby village.

Before coming, Zhou Jin bought a lot of snacks and was going to do a snack public relations, but it turned out that it was less than a month, and even the snacks with the old godmother were all eaten.

When I asked, I found out that it was Chen Yang, the kid, who took it and distributed it to the bear children.

God knows how they ate their old godmothers as snacks.

Zhou Jin asked Chen Yang for a long time, and only then did he find a few empty bottles, good guy, even the bottom of the bottle was licked clean.

Chen Yang said goodbye to the bear cubs who were playing in the snow, lifted the curtain, and brought in the wind and snow all over his body.

"What pasta? Didn't you finish it a long time ago?"

Zhou Jin handed him half a sweet potato with an expressionless face, and the kid didn't pay attention to it, so he stuffed it into his mouth and screamed hotly.

The old ninth master grinned toothlessly and nodded slightly.

Knowing how to take care of people, he is a good boy.

A few people ate silently, Huang Bo was more upset, his face was covered with soil, and he was worried about holding sweet potatoes, why don't you take off your makeup first?

Yan Ni looked at him, "You're still weird." ”

Huang Bo looked at the few people who were eating well, and his heart was horizontal, forget it, it was not clean, and he was not sick after eating.

The whole crew is Huang Bo the most tired, he has the most scenes, and the amount of action is also large, and when there is no play, he has to communicate with the cows to exchange feelings, and there is no chance to rest at all.

The dirty makeup on his body takes two hours to put on each makeup, and it takes an hour to remove the makeup.

Now it's okay, he is directly heartbroken, don't take it off, bring makeup and eat.

The old ninth master looked at a few people and was happy, as if he was looking at his own juniors.

When it was about to get dark, the snow finally stopped, and Guan Hu jumped up from his chair and rushed out.

"Li Shunliang, hurry up and call someone, get ready to start filming!"

"Don't worry," Lao Jiu Ye held his hand, pointed at Chen Yang and said, "You go and let those leather monkeys call out their parents, and say that they are going to film." ”

"Gotcha. Chen Yang agreed, and ran away in a hurry.

After a lot of scramble, I finally got everything ready before dark.

This street parade scene is easy to say, difficult to say.

The main reason is that photographer Song Xiaofeng has to sit on the rocker arm and follow the team on the street to take a panoramic view.

On this day, he froze to death, and if he didn't stand firm on the rocker, he would be in trouble if he fell.

Guan Hu was afraid that he had a problem, so he arranged for a few people to watch below, and confirmed it several times before shouting, "Everyone prepare, fight for a pass!"

"When, when, when......"

Uncle Thirteen struck the gong heavily and walked in front, followed by an actress holding a rope, and Huang Bo was tied to the rope.

"Fathers and fellow villagers are coming out, something big has happened in our village!"

Zhou Jin put the big hat with the words "Counter-Revolution of Stealing Eight Roads Niu Naizi" on Huang Bo's head and escorted him away.

"Is this what a man does? He fed his little cattle with concentrate fodder, and starved the eight-way cows. ”

"This don't want to be a drunken thing, and you still steal the Niu Naizi of the eight-way cow!"

Uncle Thirteen walked all the way, striking gongs all the way, and the onlookers curiously followed both sides to coax.

Huang Bo was so ashamed that he didn't have the face to see anyone, and his face was still plastered with ash in the winter, and he could look at the blush.

"Is that what he can touch, Niu Naizi of the eight-way cow, no one can touch it except the eight-way!"

Yan Ni was still wearing the red cloth cotton jacket, standing in the middle of a bunch of pointing old ladies, looking at the aggrieved Huang Bo, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she smiled silently.

I can't tell if it's schadenfreude or tenderness.

Niu Er was escorted away, and Jiu'er stood under the tree and watched his back.

Perhaps, this is her love.