It's a dark night, and the snow is falling.

The actors and crew of the two crews on the left are still there, adding up to twenty or thirty people.

Up to the old drama bones, old-timers, first-line and second-line stars, directors, down to the field affairs, cameramen, prop masters, stylists, and even group actors, regardless of men and women, regardless of identity, sat in such an alley, burying his face in the rice bowl that was messed together.

There was a faint-for-tat at the dinner table, and there was a little bit of intrigue atmosphere.

The director didn't finish a bowl of porridge, and saw the assistant director, who had just drunk half a bowl, pick up the entire wooden barrel and scrape the bottom of the pot very carefully.

There are several actors next to him, eyeing each other, ready to move, and looking at the posture, it seems that they are about to pounce and grab it.

"As for it? I said, don't you people? ”

The director snorted twice, "What can you eat?" Just your tongue, the state banquet is in front of you, and the word - delicious! Ordinary cooks cook in front of them, and if there is meat, it is also delicious. Cook your own bowl of instant noodles, just one word, fragrant! What can you eat? ”

In other words, what the director said also has some truth.

For most ordinary people, it is true that they can also taste whether the food is delicious or not, of course, it is difficult to reconcile, some people think it is delicious, and others may find it not so delicious.

The high-end food ingredients made by their top chefs, and the meals made by decent and decent chefs, may be included in their mouths with the word 'delicious'.

As for how big the gap is, I can't tell the difference, but it's all delicious anyway.

Before, these actors all thought so.

Everyone eats grass, which cook cooks the grass, how much difference can there be? Anyway, as long as they can eat normal meals, there is not much difference between what the chef of a five-star hotel makes and what his family makes.

But today it's different.

In the alley, in the ice and snow, the thick white porridge in two wooden barrels, a spoonful of the mouth, instantly opens the taste buds, and the fatigue of the day disappears.

Several actors seem to have returned to their childhood, eating porridge cooked by their mothers, which is not only delicious, but also has an indescribable sense of security and happiness.

Like Sun Zhenzhen, since she graduated from college, she has tossed and turned her life every day, she is in the field, homeless, changed jobs several times, and finally came to be an actor through a relationship.

Only today, I was satisfied, I was happy, I ate one bowl, and I wanted a second bowl.

The heroine in their crew, the eldest lady who is said to never get tired of eating, Zheng Yinuo, grabbed porridge with her today, and she actually grabbed it quickly.

Yang Yuying's small props in the crew, glanced left and right: "In other words, you are not big stars or big directors, do you want to be decent." ”

At this moment, the wind is blowing. The snow was still falling, and a group of actors unbuttoned a few of their clothes, looking at each other, not feeling cold at all.

"Decent to eat?"

I believe that all reserved handsome men and beauties can chew on the top food cooked by Miss Yang and eat it in their stomachs with delicious porridge.

In the next half a month of shooting, in this film and television city, the three crews naturally got along quite well.

Yin Feng was not lightly pitted by the company's people, most of the people he was looking for were novices, inexperienced, and the actors were also in short supply, and now the good neighborliness and friendship were in place, and the people in the other two crews always rushed to come over to help whenever they had time.

Thinking of people eating and drinking, then you can't eat and drink in vain, otherwise it doesn't hurt to arrive in one day or two, and if you go to eat every day, it will be very rude.

Yang Yuying suddenly felt a lot lighter on her body.

The shooting is also getting smoother and smoother.

The directors of the other two crews are also very happy, I have to say that people are really a creature that is easily affected by the group, and these actors who often complain about being tired and occasionally intrigue under the stage can't help but change after seeing the kind of focus, hard work, and hard work.

As a director, he is like a helmsman, with everyone performing their duties to operate a ship, the crew works together, and the boat will naturally be easy and smooth, if everyone can't twist into a rope and work hard in one place, then the ship may spin in the middle of the sea, it is difficult to move forward, and there is even a danger of capsizing.

The directors of the other two crews couldn't help but sigh from their hearts: "I really met a good neighbor!" ”

Yang Yuying: There are still many good people in the world, all of them are **, and they are very good at serving the people.

Because of Yin Feng's posture of saving money and saving on the box lunch, it is too strange, Yang Yuying found out that she would be filming in the film and television city here for a few months, and the first thing she did was to rent the house used for filming, first transform it into a kitchen that was enough to use, and then she would be responsible for three meals a day, which not only saved money, but also could hang the little lambs obediently and pay for their hard work.

Now this kitchen has made a big contribution.

Two or three meals a day, you don't have to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas, just come to some home-cooked stir-frying, you can fool other people's makeup artists, other people's photographers, and other people's actors to call them, and they don't spend a penny, which is not too cost-effective.

Although the salaries of actors are not so exaggerated compared with before, most of them are still heavyweight investments.

Yang Yuying took a pot of porridge and coaxed the actors of the two crews to work for her for free, if this thing broke out, the best investor this year would be Miss Yang.

This day, early in the morning.

Yang Yuying just sat the pot on the stove and added water, and the beauties and handsome guys of the crew next to her were staring at this side, waiting for the smoke to curl, and the director's mobile phone rang suddenly.

It was Zhang Xingxing who called.

Director Xu was also puzzled, but when he heard that this was Yang Yuying's son, where could he care about any closed filming or not, so he quickly trotted all the way to the kitchen.

"Mom, woo, I'm here in Weitun, come and save me, I was accidentally hit by a car, my legs were broken, and I couldn't move, Mom, help!"

Although Zhang Xingxing is young, his voice is usually very cold, but today's little voice with a slight crying sound is quite pitiful.

Director Xu was taken aback, and several actors around him who were waiting to eat and drink were also shocked.

Yin Feng sat on the side with the bowl and didn't say a word, Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo brushed up: "I drove the car!" "Let's go."

Yang Yuying chuckled: "Well, don't worry, I can take a ride." ”

Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo didn't have to film today, the two of them didn't say a word, they took the bag, and they were worried that they needed cash, so they quickly borrowed all the cash of the whole crew.

Everyone didn't have much money on them, so they scraped together 13,000 for a long time.

Sun Zhenzhen: "Why don't you go to the bank first?" ”

"Here we are."

A horse-drawn carriage arrived.

These two horses were particularly horses, as tall as a man, with snow-white fur, almost identical appearance, and very penetrating eyes.

The carriage is also carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is quite gorgeous, and the carriage is wide and comfortable.

Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo really like it, if they have nothing to do to travel, it will be beautiful to sit in it, but they will take a carriage...... Going to Weitun?

Yang Yuying jumped into the carriage with an arrow step.

Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo followed in a daze.

……

Weitun is located more than 300 kilometers east of the film and television city, which used to be a poor and remote area, and a few years ago, there were several anchors of adventure programs who came to explore, and they made Weitun a few arches and a tower, a little nicknamed.

There are no formal tour groups that will come, but occasionally some wild tour guides will take the group to experience the farm life of Weitun.

This area belongs to the mountainous area, and it is an old village with a history of hundreds of years, and many houses are old, which can attract many tourists who like antique flavors.

People often like to stay for a week and a half to enjoy the countryside, and the nearby villagers have gradually improved.

But in the past two years, the rise of tourism in various places, the business environment here in Weitun is not good, no one invests, the villagers are not making a small fuss, the tourists are decreasing, and the villagers have returned to the old days of watching the sky and eating, and there is no money left in their hands.

Wei Da and Wei San's two brothers squatted at the entrance of the village, and explained to a few boys in a low voice: "Just in the old dragon's head, you all be vigilant, tell you, this time this woman is a hard stubble, a good kung fu, I estimate that one person can fight seven or eight, and we need enough manpower." ”

Zhang Xingxing frowned and stood on the haystack, only to feel that his whole body was itching, and it was uncomfortable everywhere.

This is what he is doing now, and before that, he didn't touch such a dirty place.

Wei Da glanced at him and sneered: "Just such a thing as you are not a thing, who can you show with a clear face?" Even my own mother is a pit of goods, this is also for money, otherwise who do you think I will hammer to death first? ”

Zhang Xingxing's face was angry, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know, is she my mother?" If she were my mother, why would she hurt me? If she really cares for me, can she spare her little bit of craftsmanship? ”

Wei Da glanced at him and didn't bother to say.

His father, mother, and daughter have a son and a stupid daughter every month, and every month is the cost of medicine, and no matter how much they save, they have to spend more than 8,000, so they expect their brothers to live, and now for money, he doesn't have any conscience.

It doesn't matter if this kid is a snake or a rat, just get the money in hand after you get the job done!

"Let's go!"

Wei Da led a group of brothers straight to the old dragon head, and no one cared about Zhang Xingxing.

Laolongtou is the only road outside the village entrance that can be connected to cars, and it is still the road that the village raised funds to build when tourism was booming.

As soon as Wei Da and his party walked to the old dragon's head, they saw a woman in the distance, carrying a backpack, walking lightly.

He took out a pair of mobile phones and couldn't help sighing: "It's so fast, hey, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, who are mothers in this world, can work hard for their sons." ”

How much work is that? And the man arrived.

As soon as Wei Da waved his hand, a middle-aged man with a smile on his face came out behind him, looking very kind, just like Maitreya in the temple.

Wei San advised: "Be careful, I heard that it is really hard stubble, I watched some information and videos about her, good guy, absolutely real kung fu." ”

The fat man nodded solemnly, carried the basket on his back, and strode over.

"Hey, big sister, are you here to travel, ouch, you don't know, it rained two days ago, and the mountain road ahead is getting more and more difficult to walk, don't go any further."

This kind face leaned forward as he spoke, hugged Yang Yuying's shoulders affectionately, hugged her shoulders and said a few words, and Yang Yuying obediently followed him into the path next to him.

Wei Da sighed: "Ouch, there are always more fools in the world than smart people." No matter how good the martial arts are, no matter how capable you are, if your brain is not good, it is really not good. Brothers, work! ”

Soon, several people rushed over.

There is a dilapidated temple on the side of the path, Yang Yuying is sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, and the fat man is sharpening the knife, and sighs quietly: "Don't blame us, when we cut your hands for a while, we will cut you as much as possible, look at this knife, I will sharpen it for you, sharpen it, and I will disinfect it for you." ”

Wei laughed and said, "Fatty, you really have a bodhisattva heart. ”

The fat man shook his head: "No, no, it's all done in our business, where is there a face for the Bodhisattva." But we have no grievances with other girls, just for money, and it is also the money to do a good job, and it is the same money to do it roughly, let's do a good job, the little girl may be able to take her hand back when she goes to the hospital, leaving some sequelae, which is better than really losing an arm. ”

He picked up a bottle of alcohol, poured it on the knife, walked over after pouring it, grabbed Yang Yuying's arm with one hand, and gestured back and forth.

"Wait."

Wei Da rolled his eyes and pulled out the hemp rope from behind the door, "Tie it up first, who knows if your medicine is strong enough, if she wakes up and goes crazy again, our brother will fold a few of them here, but it's a big loss." ”

The rope was tied seven or eight times in a row, and the fat man snorted alcohol again, and there were words in his mouth: "The gods and bodhisattvas from all walks of life are graceful, although the brothers are not doing things authentically, but they are only instructed by others, we are the knives in the hands of others, and if you want to be guilty, you can be punished lightly." ”

Wei Da also folded his hands and bowed: "All the mountain gods, Lord Chenghuang, you have sharp eyes, take a closer look, the kid surnamed Zhang outside is the culprit, not a bastard of the son of man, a few of us are at most just begging for food, feeding our wives and children, we have to do it, don't let my brothers go down to the eighteenth layer of hell, please, please." ”

Outside the window, on the high treetops, Wen Huan glared at them with a puffed face, and looked down at the land lord: "If you don't let them be locked up in the eighteenth layer of hell for eight hundred years, I won't be surnamed Wen, do such evil things, and dare to chant gods and Buddhas, so bold." ”

At this moment, the ideas of the expedition anchor Qi Shan and his companions are not much different from those of Xiaochenghuang Wenhuan, that is, they are more afraid in their hearts, sneaking behind the firewood stack, and their hearts are fluttering.