Chapter 316 Liu Qingna: What a Bullshit!

In the afternoon, Yang Lingyue went to Dama Village to look at the filming site. It was a self-built building by villagers in the urban village. It had five floors in total. The crew rented half of the east area of ​​the third floor, with a total of 7 rooms.

There were three rooms on the south side and four rooms on the north side. The doors of the rooms were green painted iron doors, and the corridors were cement floors.

There were two slightly larger rooms on the south side, more than 40 square meters, with beds, sunshine, bathrooms, kitchens, and TVs, 450 per month.

The other slightly smaller room had beds, sunshine, and TVs, 350 per month.

The four rooms on the north side were slightly smaller, about 30 square meters, with a sink on the balcony, beds, and TVs, 280 per month.

Each room was filled with cloth wardrobes, mottled and rusty exposed radiators, dim light bulbs, cracked floor tiles, and black lines in the cracks.

The people living here were mostly freshly graduated students, or high school graduates, or college graduates. Of course, there were also rural people who went to the city to work and do some small businesses.

It is possible that you have lived here for half a year, and you don’t know who your neighbor is, whether he is a man or a woman, or what industry he is in. It seems that there has never been such a neighbor.

Because people who live here firmly believe that they will soon be able to move out and live in a residential building far away, or a new house in their hometown.

Even the landlord is the same, or it is more appropriate to call him the second landlord.

But Huang Dahai, played by Liu Peiqi, is an exception. He accepted his fate and firmly believed that this is where he belongs.

"Not bad, not bad."

Yang Lingyue gave Chen Lin and Wang Zizhao a thumbs up.

Chen Lin grinned and said, "When we were arranging the venue, many tenants gave us a lot of things. A couple who were moving out basically gave us all their things, hehe."

"Well, there is nothing left, let's go."

Yang Lingyue said, and left Malaysia.

In the evening, Yang Lingyue invited the crew to have dinner at Binhewei. Those who could drink drank some Fenjiu, but none of the actors drank. Instead, they were very interested in the folk song performances in the hotel.

But they also sang "Walking West" and "Peach Blossoms and White Apricots".

The folk songs of Shanxi Province have been around for a long time. Pottery Xun from more than 4,000 years ago, stone chimes from the Xia Dynasty, Yong bells from the Spring and Autumn Period, and chime bells and chime stones from the Warring States Period have been unearthed here.

There is also the "Jirang Song", which has been passed down from the Emperor Yao period to the present and is known as the ancestor of Chinese poetry. It is "I work at sunrise and rest at sunset, I dig wells to drink and I plow the fields to eat. What power does the emperor have over me!"

There is such a question on the Q&A website: "If you want to choose a poem that represents the Chinese spirit, which one would you choose?"

The most praised answer is "Jirang Song".

At that time, there were no musical instruments. People just sang by knocking on stones, which was called "Jirang". The name of this poem also comes from this.

There are also "Tang Feng" and "Wei Feng" in the "Book of Songs" which are later, which are basically folk songs in Shanxi Province. People are more familiar with "Shuo Shu" in "Wei Feng", which is "Shuo Shu, Shuo Shu, don't eat my millet..."

In fact, Shanxi Province is more like a microcosm of China. How many cultural relics and ancient buildings are there here? How brilliant is the culture?

But when people mention Shanxi Province, "coal bosses" are the first impression. Later, when the Internet developed, "Jin merchants sell Ming" became the mainstream.

Little did they know that since the founding of the People's Republic of China, in all major natural disasters across the country, because of the existence of these "coal bosses", Shanxi Province, a province with a population of 30 million and the worst overall economy, has been the first in the country in terms of donations.

As for "Jin merchants sell Ming", there is no denying that they did participate.

But please think carefully, where did their materials come from?

Who are the officials in the court?

Who are the richest?

How could merchants of such low status transport strategic materials such as silk, grain, and iron that are not produced in their own areas, which are expressly prohibited, from the south to the northeast without any obstacles?

If Shanxi Province did not border Inner Mongolia, and if Zhangjiakou was not the earliest trade port opened for "An Da Feng Gong", would those who have the right to speak choose people from Shanxi Province?

Is there any difference between these statements and those TV dramas in which the emperors of the Qing Dynasty are always wise and the officials are always greedy?

As mentioned in the previous article, regional discrimination is a way to easily cause internal strife and fighting.

The US Congress has approved an annual expenditure of 300 million US dollars on China's public opinion, and the KPI achieved in this regard is the highest.

Let's get back to the main text.

After the dinner, which was also the opening banquet, Yang Lingyue and the crew returned to the hotel. Instead of returning to their rooms, they returned home.

Liu Qingna was delighted to see her son, and then her face became stern.

"Didn't you say that you wouldn't go home during the filming?"

Yang Lingyue gave his mother a hug with a playful smile and said:

"It's not filming yet. Besides, I don't go home because I shoot during the day and edit at night. You love me and care about me so much, which will kill my enthusiasm for work. If you finish filming earlier, I can go home one day earlier."

Liu Qingna immediately broke down and laughed and scolded: "It's because of love, and your words are so mushy."

Yang Wenchang looked at his son and asked with a smile: "Have you eaten?"

"I have, Binhe taste." Yang Lingyue responded.

Liu Qingna held a plate of fruit and said, "Then eat less."

"Can we eat something fresh?"

Yang Lingyue was helpless. Half an orange, half an apple, and grapes.

Do you think these are peeled? These are all leftovers from the supermarket every day, half of them are rotten.

"It's good to have some to eat."

"Save when you should, spend when you should."

Facing the attitudes of the two, Yang Lingyue said earnestly:

"Mom and Dad, as a son, I am very proud and gratified that you can calm down and return to simplicity in such a short time.

But we should be more particular about imported things. For example, this apple has a rotten part, and the other parts are likely to have spread the bacteria."

"I know this. I am often called to the food department for training. What is that called in the fruit? Oh, yes, Penicillium expansum." Liu Qingna said so.

"Pa"

Yang Lingyue slapped his forehead, and then gritted his teeth and said:

"In the future, you are absolutely not allowed to eat it, let alone give it to others, just throw it away. If people know that my parents eat rotten fruit, will I still be a human being?"

"That makes sense." Yang Wenchang agreed with his son's speech very much.

"Pa"

Liu Qingna slapped her son on the back, "What a bullshit, who wouldn't eat something edible? Our neighbor, Director Liao, eats rotten apples, so you are so precious as a filmmaker?"

(This chapter is nothing but provoking a dispute, but as a native of Shanxi, I am very confused by these words. If you have a different opinion, please discuss it with reason and evidence. Please also remember that in addition to loving our hometown, we are all part of the Chinese nation.)