On the open-air football field of the Olympic Sports Center, more than 800 soldiers are fiddling with some aluminum alloy shelves that look like scaffolding.

Above the shelf stands a humanoid prop that looks like a silhouette of a terracotta warrior.

The two of them carried one, and there were wire rings under the scaffolding.

By pulling the tab, they can control the movements of the humanoid terracotta warriors above, making it look like a shadow puppet show.

In the scorching sun, the soldiers were carrying the shelves, practicing the steps of pulling the ring and making the terracotta warriors move.

The weight of those shelves was obviously not light, and the expressions on the faces of those warriors were hideous, and they grinned coldly, but none of them put the shelves down to take a breath.

In front of the phalanx of warriors, a middle-aged man with a square face combing his back was standing on a three-story scaffolding, holding a loudspeaker, directing the soldiers to walk in formation.

"A team marching together! Turn right! At ease! Attention! Good! Just stand there! That's where you are!"

"Second team! Listen to the command! Let's go!"

The man's voice was amplified by the horn and spread throughout the phalanx.

And the warriors followed his commands, carrying the shelves and moving, looking for their own positions.

Hearing the man's voice, Mu Rong felt a little familiar.

Looking up, he recognized it, it was an acquaintance.

"Let's go, let's see."

Mu Rong beckoned Xie Fuyin and walked half a circle along the rubber track outside the football field to the front of the phalanx.

The square-faced man noticed Mu Rong, but he didn't come down, he just raised his hand at him, said hello, and gestured again, signaling him to wait a while.

"Three teams! Let's go!"

"Team Four!"

He commanded the soldiers to stand in their positions before he spoke: "Good! Remember where you are! Now rest in place for five minutes!"

With that, he put down the microphone and climbed down from the scaffolding.

"Director Mu, why are you here?"

He stepped forward with a smile and shook hands with Mu Rong.

"Teacher Zhang, meet again."

Mu Rong smiled and nodded, and said hello.

This square-faced man's name is Zhang Weidong, the director of Shaanxi Satellite TV's opera program "Qin Sheng", and a professor at the Art Department of Northwest University.

When Mu Rong filmed "Myth" before, he was asked to be an art director.

"I haven't seen you in half a year, have you? You're done with that myth?"

Zhang Weidong asked with a smile, "When will it be released?" I'll have to take a look."

"I finished filming in May, and I'm doing post-production now."

Mu Rong smiled: "The release will be around the Spring Festival at the earliest, and I will contact you when the time comes, please watch it."

"Haha! Depends on what you say, can I still take advantage of your movie ticket? When the time comes, I'll take the whole family to see it and give you support the box office!"

Zhang Weidong made a joke before he smiled and asked, "Are you here to see me?" How do you know I'm coming to Beiping?"

"I just happened to run into it."

Mu Rong explained: "I was brought by Zhang Yimou to help him run martial arts programs, and I have spent several days here, this is Xie Fuyin, the head coach of Tagou Martial Arts School, and the director of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala martial arts programs."

"Oops! Hello hello! I'm glad I am!"

Zhang Weidong was very enthusiastic.

Xie Fuyin is responsible for the programming of the Spring Festival Gala, and his qualifications are better than him.

"I didn't expect Lao Zhang to get you here."

Zhang Weidong smiled and asked, "How is it?" Is your show out? When will you start practicing?"

"Morning!"

Mu Rong shook his head: "We have been pondering here for several days, but we have no clue, and when we see you coming over today, we will come and learn from you."

"Haha! We still have something to say about this show."

Zhang Weidong is very confident in the show and introduces it with a smile

"Our show is a combination of the Qin dialect and the terracotta warriors and horses in Shaanxi Province, and then presented it in a similar way to shadow puppetry.

When the time comes, it will be accompanied by the music of Gu Qin Feng, and I have already asked Zhao Jiping to help write a few songs that show the samurai going out to fight and returning triumphantly to celebrate their achievements."

As he spoke, he took Mu Rong and Xie Fuyin to the resting warriors and introduced them to the props.

"The shelves of these terracotta warriors and horses will be electrified at all times, and they will be lit up when they are erected, so that they can be seen clearly at night."

Mu Rong looked at the prop shelf and tried to reach out and grab it.

The first time he tried, he tried harder, but he didn't lift it up.

Zhang Weidong explained with a smile: "You can't hold it alone, this prop has to be more than 100 catties, and after adding the battery in the later stage, it has to weigh more than 200 catties in total, and it is difficult for two fighters to resist one..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Rong use one arm to pick up the prop, and then gently put it down.

Zhang Weidong's eyes widened, and when he saw him put down the props, he exclaimed with a shocked face: "No wonder you can get the World Boxing Champion, this kung fu is amazing!" Remarkable!"

Clapping his hands, Mu Rong was puzzled and asked, "Can't you just use light materials to make it?"

"This is already the lightest, if it is made of steel pipes, this one shelf will cost more than 300 catties, and it will be difficult for four people to resist."

Zhang Weidong explained: "No matter how light it is, you have to use titanium alloy, but titanium alloy is too expensive, we have limited funds, we can't afford it, so we can only use this."

Mu Rong didn't ask any more questions, just looked at a little warrior who looked younger than him on the side.

The little soldier was wearing an army green camouflage T-shirt, and he was lifting the neckline at the shoulder area and looking in.

Mu Rong could see from the side that inside the neckline, the little soldier's shoulders were swollen and red.

But he just looked at it, then put down his clothes, and didn't look any further.

Mu Rong came close and asked, "Won't you bandage it?"

No, the little warrior grinned, his teeth looked snow-white against the dark skin: "It's just a little red, wait for a few days, grind out the calluses, and it'll be fine."

"It's a sprain, and there may be sequelae."

Xie Fuyin on the side reminded him: "Let's find a medical staff to take a look!"

When the little soldier heard him say this, he panicked a little and hurriedly said, "It's okay, I don't hurt, you see! It's okay to move around!"

As he spoke, he shook off his arm, but it seemed to pull the wound, and he grinned in pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Weidong hurriedly ordered, "Don't move, I'll call the medical staff to take a look."

When the little soldier heard this, he looked at him a little nervously, and begged, "Choreographer, I'm really fine, don't watch it."

Zhang Weidong knew what he was worried about, so he persuaded, "It's okay, don't worry, I won't cancel your quota."

Hearing him say this, the little warrior breathed a sigh of relief and relieved his heart.

Hearing his words, Mu Rong realized that he was worried that his quota would be cancelled.

Mu Rong couldn't help but ask, "Is this quota so important to you?"

"Of course!"

The little soldier said without thinking, "This is the program of the Olympic Games! It's going to be performed in front of people all over the world! My grandfather said that if he went to the opening ceremony of the Olympics, he would write it into my family tree! Let me glorify my ancestors!"