Chapter 145: My Nineteen Nineteen One

Guest house of the Ministry of Agriculture.

The actors who came to audition Guan Yu all live here, and these axle men who are more than one meter and eight meters old have their place in the Three Kingdoms, where there are many heroes and generals.

"Teacher Li, you can try Dian Wei ......"

"Teacher Gu, Tiger Idiot Xu Chu, are you interested......"

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"Mr. Feng, which role do you want to play, tell me......"

Tang Qin didn't have a chief director at all...... The assistant's shelf, now he introduces himself to others, all of them say, the chief director of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms...... As for the two words assistant, it can only be heard by someone with excellent hearing.

When he appeared in the guest house, these people cheered up. It's almost the New Year, and the family is preparing for the New Year's Eve with New Year's goods, so I hope they have good news in the capital, if you don't catch any roles, you pat your ass and go home, your wife looks down on you, and your mother-in-law won't let you come to the door.

"Director Tang, I want to play Huang Zhong and Huang Hansheng...... "Some people can't learn Guan Yu, so they aim at Huang Zhong, all of whom are the five tiger generals of Shu Han.

"Me, my image, do you look like Zhang Liao, director?" Oh, Tang Qin looked at him seriously, in eighty-three years, he robbed someone Xu's Tang Seng, and now Xu wants to play Zhang Liao, he has to give someone this opportunity......

"You, Zhang Liao has too few character plays...... he glanced at the copper coin in the other party's hand.

This is a few days ago, this batch of Guan Yu went out to the market, and people bought it back, Kangxi Tongbao, just to have a good fortune when trying out the play.

Six Kangxi Tongbao, there are still green rusts on them, which were not worth much in the early nineties.

"The military advisor will give you a New Year's greeting in advance. I don't know, have you ever heard of the Qingming Riverside Map? Lu Shuming squeezed over and smiled. Seeing Tang Qin staring at the copper coin, he spoke.

"Do you have one at home?" Tang Qin said casually.

"Well, under my pillow." He is tall and big, and Tang Qin is not shorter than him, Lu Shuming waved his hand and motioned for Tang Qin to go over.

Sure enough, Lu Shuming took out a yellowed scroll from under the pillow, he untied the shaft rope and stretched it out, the font on it was still traditional characters, but he roughly read it, "Qingming...... Above...... The river map is the Qingming river map! ”

…… Yes!

Tang Qin smiled, laughing uncontrollably, could it be that the picture of the BJ Palace Museum is fake? Really in the folk?

"Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", one of the top ten famous paintings in China.

For more than 1,000 years, this painting is famous and there are many imitations, in addition to the original of the Palace Museum, the facsimiles and forgeries in the hands of public and private collectors around the world, the most famous is Qiu Yingben and Qing Yuanben, and "Qiu Ben" is also the originator of the imitation of later generations, and the imitation of this as the blueprint emerges in endlessly, and the Ming generation has become a high-end gift given to each other by high-ranking officials and wealthy families.

Looking at the yellowed paper in front of me and the slightly mutilated "Qingming Riverside Picture", even if it is a copy, it is a good thing.

Tang Qin solemnly rolled up the scroll, "Keep it." ”

"Why do I want this?" Lu Shuming smiled, "This is not a big knife, you take it." ”

Well, "How much do you charge?" Tang Qin asked.

"Eight dollars five, people want twenty." Lu Shuming was also happy. A few days ago, Tang Qin helped him earn back his face in front of Sun Yanjun, and he pondered wanting to show favor to Tang Qin.

"Well, if you don't want it, I'll take it, or give you twenty ......" Don't say twenty, it's two million, and Tang Qin is no longer a problem.

He and Li Chengru's business is making money, and Li Chengru is eyeing the costume production of the Three Kingdoms, the soldier's costume is finished roughly, and the costume of the main characters is not much.

"No money." Lu Shuming said, "Isn't it just eight yuan, you take it." ”

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Yes, out of thin air, I got a Qingming river map.

Tang Qin wanted to find Ma Weidu to take a few looks, but now the whole of China is busy with the New Year.

Qiu Peining really did what he said, packed his suitcase, and Qiu Peinan's Audi drove to the door.

"Dude, take the Qiu family's car back to Qindao, it's too cheap, after the New Year, the two of us will buy Mercedes-Benz, one for each person, and I'll find you another driver......" Li Chengru looked at the Audi car and his eyes were hot.

If Tang Qin hadn't stopped him, several Mercedes-Benzes would have been bought.

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"Isn't this Chang'e?" When the second sister Tang Chu saw Qiu Peining, she was stunned.

Zhao Mingli pulled her aside, and strictly ordered not to say anything about Ma Lan's visit to Qindao last year, what is this called, son, to get one a year?

"Xiao Qiu, eat melon seeds, well, there is nothing to entertain at home, what do you want to eat, uncle will make it for you...... Why don't we go to the restaurant for ......."

After a brief understanding of Qiu Peining's family, Tang Changchang couldn't relax, he was sitting in a precarious position, like to Dabin, isn't this Wang Xie Tang Qianyan, flying into the homes of ordinary people?

"Princely generals, would you rather have a kind?" Tang Qin gnawed on the Laiyang pear, and then laughed, provoking Zhao Mingli to screw him hard, this year, it can be regarded as a worrying one.

"I can do anything, I'm not picky...... these children of the courtyard, since they were young, they have been practicing to see and listen to all directions, and the reaction of the Tang family is also expected, "Auntie, when will I make dumplings with you......"

Zhao Mingli smiled, yes, whether it's a star or a family, when you come to the house, you have to work.

My son, the current law doesn't allow this, Tang Qin is not worried, she is worried.

There are also a group of readers who are also worried, and there is a story behind them, what is the hurry......

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Crackling -

The sound of firecrackers in the New Year was deafening, the smell of food still wafted over the family courtyard of the Peking Opera Troupe, and the Spring Festival of 1991 arrived as scheduled.

Looking at the advertisements for Skin Beauty, Captopril Blood Pressure Medication, and Red Bean brand underwear on TV, Tang Qin looked at his watch, "When does the Spring Festival Gala start?" ”

Romance bar free reading

The family sat at the big round table, drinking and eating food while waiting for the annual Spring Festival Gala.

Qiu Peining is also really powerful, in the past few days, she has become a sister with Tang Qi, Tang Chu can't remember how he treated Ma Lan last year.

She only feels that she loves to listen to every word Qiu Peining says now......

When the Shennan Kangbasi clock appeared on the TV screen, the red interface was very festive.

"Come, eat dumplings, 1991, all the best, Wishing you prosperity......"

In this city, the sound of firecrackers was still crackling, and the night sky outside became bright again, and Tang Changyuan, the eldest brother-in-law, and Tang Qin brought steaming dumplings.

There are many Hong Kong and Taiwan singers in this year's Spring Festival Gala, and looking at Pan Meichen, a treasure island ----singer dressed in black and like a boy on TV, Qiu Peining couldn't take her eyes off it.

"I wanted to have a home, a place that didn't need to be gorgeous

When I'm tired, I think about it

I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be much

When I'm frightened, I don't get scared......"

Pan Meichen performed this pop song emotionally, and Qiu Peining also quietly leaned in front of Tang Qin, looking at Tang's father and Tang mother who were happily busy in front of her, such an ordinary and warm day was what she dreamed of.

In 1991, I wanted a home, my own little home!

Tang Qin looked at Qiu Peining, gently hugged her, and looked at her red headdress, red sweater, and red down jacket......

If there is one color that sums up the 1990s, it is undoubtedly a touch of red.

This red is the boiling blood of the Asian Games athletes, the bright couplet paper-cuts on the doors and windows of the people, the fiery acting career of the people, and the good days for the common people to be prosperous.

Oh, 1990 is over, and I'm yearning for next year – my 1991!