Chapter 105 Actor

Jun Qiulan didn't know how to answer Su Changxun's question.

It’s not that I feel embarrassed or afraid to say it.

Mainly because it is difficult to explain clearly.

The actors in this world are all of low status. Even the famous actors who are admired by millions of people are at the bottom of this society. Even if they get rid of the so-called low status one day and promote equality for all, it will be impossible for people to change their inherent impression of them in a short period of time.

But the actors in another world are two completely different concepts.

To put it simply, it is a career, a job that can make money.

To put it simply, this is a glamorous career.

But how could he explain this to an ancient person?

Su Changxun saw his embarrassment and asked, "Is it inconvenient to talk about it?"

Jun Qiulan sighed, "I'm just afraid that after I tell you, you won't understand or agree with me."

"Since it's clear, just say it." Su Changxun felt that he could accept Jun Qiulan going to another world, such a bizarre new world at that. It seemed that there was nothing else he could not accept.

Jun Qiulan said with some resignation, "I'm an actor there."

"Actor?" Su Changxun had an ominous premonition.

"It's just an actor." Jun Qiulan gave him a big scolding directly.

Su Changxun's mouth is big enough to swallow an egg.

"Play, actor???"

He never expected that Jun Qiulan would be engaged in this industry. It’s not that he looks down on such an industry. Anyone who makes a living by his own ability is worthy of respect.

Especially these so-called actors, they can’t go on stage without ten years of training.

This is this this...

Intellectually, he already knew that the other world was a country where everyone was equal, and there should be no distinction between high and low occupations.

but……

How to say it?

Su Changxun was extremely conflicted.

He felt that with Jun Qiulan's abilities, it should be no problem for him to work in other industries, right?

Why did you choose such a high-profile career?

He couldn't figure it out.

Jun Qiulan held his forehead with his hand. He knew this would happen.

"Sir, let me explain. The actors over there are completely different from the actors we understand."

He handed over the trophy he had just received today and said, "Look, this trophy is a recognition and honor for me in that world as an actor."

Su Changxun held the crystal trophy in his hand with some emotion.

He even wondered if Jun Qiulan was sacrificing himself for the great cause that was about to develop on their side.

And he also didn't realize that Jun Qiulan had such talent?

It’s not like he hasn’t seen a play before.

Jun Qiulan knew that he couldn't convince her, so he just took out his cell phone.

"Sir, please look here." He clicked on a downloaded Jinkui TV series: "Sir, please take a look. The play over there is also different from what we understand."

Su Changxun was first surprised by the small black square, and was even more surprised when he saw someone inside.

"Is this the cell phone you were talking about? One that can transmit voices over a thousand miles and even see the other party's magical weapon, no, technology?"

Jun Qiulan nodded: "This thing can't be used here. It requires a signal base station. The principle of this thing is too complicated. I only have a vague understanding of it. Perhaps we will never be able to achieve it in this lifetime. Sir, you should watch the TV series first."

After seeing it, Su Changxun was fascinated.

There was a low couch in the study. Jun Qiulan had been busy all day and was a little tired, so he simply leaned on it and took a nap.

When Su Changxun woke him up again, it was already past midnight.

Su Changxun's eyes were red from staying up late, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"Why did this phone suddenly go dark?"

Jun Qiulan was in a daze, but couldn't help laughing, "It's out of power, sir. The charger is at home, and it can't be charged now."

Su Changxun smiled sheepishly, "This thing shouldn't be cheap, right?"

He took out a gold ingot and asked, "Is it enough?"

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing: "I'll just bring one back to you someday."

He is now endorsing mobile phones. Everyone in the studio has the latest model, and the rest are taken home.

Although it can't make or receive calls, it's quite good for reading video novels, etc.

And it is small, just the size of a palm, easy to carry.

Su Changxun was quite embarrassed: "It's true that this TV series is too good, especially the role you play."

A weak scholar, Jun Qiulan doesn't look like a weak scholar at all.

Jun Qiulan chuckled, "I'll download all of them for you someday."

Su Changxun wanted to ask more, but when he saw the fatigue in Jun Qiulan's eyes, he gave up the idea.

He found a servant and brought Jun Qiulan a thin blanket: "This rain, I don't think it will stop for a while, you can rest here."

Jun Qiulan nodded: "Sir, please use the intercom to talk to my parents."

Although it was already very late, his parents probably couldn't sleep well because they couldn't wait for him to come back.

Fortunately, his parents knew that he had traveled through time to Mr. Su's place today, and it was raining, so they probably guessed the reason.

"become."

The intercom was connected, and Jun Yu was indeed still awake.

Jun Qiulan explained a few words and said that he would go back the next morning. Only then did Jun Yu and his wife fall into a deep sleep.

This is the warmth of having family waiting for you.

Accompanied by the white noise of rain hitting the roof, Jun Qiulan slept soundly.

When I got up early, the rain had not stopped, but it was getting lighter.

Su Changxun asked Liu Tong to bring him breakfast.

A bowl of sweet potato porridge and a stack of fermented tofu.

Jun Qiulan was overjoyed. The sweet potatoes that were harvested yesterday were cooked today. And this fermented bean curd, how much does Mr. Su like it?

After breakfast, Jun Qiulan didn't waste any time. He had other things to do today and also had to go back to modern times to have lunch with Fu Xiao. He couldn't delay any longer, so he said hello to Su Changxun and prepared to go back.

The ox cart in Su Changxun's family was requisitioned to transport grain.

There's no way. This place is poor, and families that can own cows have to be quite wealthy.

Jun Qiulan was holding an oil-paper umbrella and strolling on the way home.

In the city.

From the end of last year to now, Duan Wen has been paying for road repairs, not only to facilitate driving and pedestrians, but also for the appearance of the city.

Most of the roads are now paved with cement.

After a night of rain, the ground was as clean as new.

You won't get dirty even if you step on it with shoes.

After these roads were repaired, Duan Wen also issued a decree that everyone was responsible for cleaning the land in front of their houses.

On normal days, you could only see some dust, but now there is no dust at all.

Jun Qiulan walked on the street and observed his surroundings.

It rained all night, and people's faces were filled with joy. If you looked carefully, you could see that they were all wearing clean clothes, and the stench of sweat that could be smelled from a distance was gone.

It can be seen that it is not that people do not like cleanliness, but that they simply do not have the conditions.

There was something else that made Jun Qiulan smile.

Those grain shops that had not been open for a long time all opened their shops today and started selling grain.

Jun Qiulan went to inquire and found out that the price of grain was about the same as before, but business was not very good.

It will make sense if you think about it for a moment.

Every autumn harvest is when grain prices are the lowest.

It is not yet the autumn harvest season, but the sweet potatoes are harvested.

Yesterday, almost all the villages around the border town began to dig sweet potatoes together.

The production of sweet potatoes is no longer a secret.

Countless people were sighing that the grain yield was actually higher than what the government had predicted when it distributed the seeds.

It will be almost done after waiting for a month or so until the regular grain harvest is available in the fields.

Then you won’t have to worry about going hungry.

In addition, the heavy rain last night greatly alleviated the people's difficulties in getting water.

No one knows how long this rain will stop. What if it rains for several days in a row like last time?

If this grain shop doesn't sell grain anymore, it will end up with a loss.

Everything is moving in the right direction.

As for whether this rain had anything to do with him, Jun Qiulan had also thought about it.

Some things don't necessarily require an answer. It's enough that it rains and people can survive.

Apart from the city, the roads outside the city are not as clean and tidy as those inside the city.

It was muddy everywhere.

Jun Qiulan stepped into the mud and his cloth shoes were quickly soaked.

He could only quicken his pace.

For someone who is a little bit of a germaphobe, it is really hard to tolerate the mud on his shoes being thicker than the soles.

What I can’t stand even more is the sticky feeling of water entering my shoes and soaking my socks.

It's strange to say.

When he was the crown prince, the roads in the capital were not necessarily that good, and he could not always go out in a sedan chair. When he had to step into water, he still had no way to avoid it.

At that time, I was almost used to it and didn't think much of it. I would just change it as soon as I got home.

Instead, he came to the poor border town and now he is not used to everything.

Jun Qiulan has walked this road from the city to the village many times.

But the mood this time is a little different.

Although the ground was muddy and annoying, the crops in the fields seemed to enjoy the rain very much.

A night of rain did not bend the rice plants, but instead allowed them to absorb water, making them even greener today.

"Ji Bai? Why are you back now?" Jun Yu was also holding an umbrella and preparing to go out.

Jun Qiulan: "Son, you still have to go home first, otherwise you will have to go back to Mr. Su tomorrow."

It's somewhat inconvenient.

Although Su Changxun knew his secret and they discussed it in detail last night, he could not be as comfortable in front of Su Changxun as he was in front of his parents.

Jun Yu nodded: "Are you in a hurry? If not, why not go to the headman's house with Dad?"

"What happened?" Jun Qiulan asked, "Why did Dad go out at this time?"

Jun Yu smiled and said, "Nothing much. I dug up all the public fields in the village yesterday and did the statistics all night. Today I have to prepare to distribute them to the villagers."

The villagers have been looking forward to it for a long time.

No matter how carefully we dug the sweet potatoes yesterday, some were still broken or damaged.

These were not easy to preserve, so the village head simply took the grain and cooked a big pot of sweet potato porridge for everyone.

Each person got half a bowl and a small piece of sweet potato.

It tastes sweet and everyone enjoys eating it.

It has rained all night and it looks like the rain will not stop for long. Jun Yu still has to discuss with the head of the village when to dig the three fields of their family.

Sweet potatoes are drought-resistant and it is time for harvest. Unlike other crops, if the rain continues, we must be careful that the sweet potatoes will rot in the fields.

But another question arises, where is the food stored?

The village harvested enough grain yesterday. The output was unknown before and no preparations were made, so most of it was taken to the village ancestral hall yesterday.

The rest was distributed among the villagers who participated in digging sweet potatoes yesterday.

Their family also has three plots of land.

It adds up to about two acres, which is more than 10,000 kilograms.

Their family has always eaten food bought from another world. When they built the house, they didn’t prepare a very big granary.

It's funny to say.

In the past, people worried about not having enough food, but now everyone is worried about not having enough food in their granaries.

Jun Qiulan also smiled: "Dad, you might as well notify General Huo to come and take the grain away. Apart from the portion we promised to give to the new households, we will keep some for ourselves and give the rest to General Huo."

General Huo has to give them the confidence to have breakfast, and they can't just talk and not do anything.

The food that was exchanged for the 300,000 kilograms of grain that was previously taken out was actually not enough. An extra 10,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes might not be of much use, but it was at least a token of appreciation.

They also had to let Huo Yan see their sincerity. Although there was not much food, they felt relieved thinking about it.

Anyway, they will not lack food at home.

Jun Yu pondered for a moment, "Should Duan Wen also get some?"

Jun Qiulan shook his head: "Not for now. We only have so much food. If we divide it up too little, it will make us look stingy."

Jun Yu smiled and said, "My son is really thoughtful."

He saw that his son still had some fatigue in his eyes, probably because he didn't get enough rest last night.

"Ji Bai, go back and rest first. Dad will take care of this matter."

Jun Qiulan didn't bother to be polite with his father. "I have something to do in another world today, and I have to take a bus back to Fengcheng in the afternoon. I'm afraid I'll be home very late."

Jun Yu waved his hand: "Nothing, just come back at a suitable time to report safety."

He looked at the mud on his son's feet and couldn't help laughing again, "Hurry back and take a shower."

It was the busy farming season and the girls' schools in the city were also on vacation, so Song Xirong had a good chance to rest for a few days.

But she is also used to being busy.

It was raining today, and Song Xirong didn't want to go out, so she just made clothes at home.

I had promised Grandma Yan Jing a cheongsam before. Although Jun Qiulan asked my mother to ask the aunts next door for help, most of the work was done by my mother herself.

The elegant peony blooms brilliantly on the satin.

"Lan'er is back?" Song Xirong's face was full of kindness.

Jun Qiulan handed over the trophy in her hand, "Mom, my son won an award over there. Although it's only the Best Newcomer Award, it's a good start. I'll be able to get more and better roles in the future."

Song Xirong held the trophy in her hands for a long time and couldn't let it go.

"Then I have to find the village carpenter to build you a cabinet, and then find Duan Wen to make you two glass display cases, which will be used to display your trophies."

There was also a smile in Jun Qiulan's eyes.

In the eyes of a mother, her son may be excellent in everything he does.

"Where is Wan'er?" Jun Qiulan didn't see his sister.

Speaking of her daughter, Song Xirong felt a little helpless.

"You brought her some lab equipment and then you just hid in your room and refused to come out, even bringing Miao'er with you. Look, your cousin Song Yan has even been dragged along by them to help."

Research pesticides and fertilizers.

Jun Qiulan gave them a lot of detailed information, which was basically achievable in ancient times.

Now we just need to carry out the experiment step by step.

Jun Qiulan went to take a look.

The new laboratory is right in the front yard, and chemical experiments are no joke. When Jun Shuwan opened the door for her brother, she was still wearing the protective suit that her brother bought for her.

He was wrapped up tightly from head to toe.

"Brother, you're back?" A smile appeared in his eyes behind the goggles. "I want to eat barbecue tonight."

She made her request with confidence.

Jun Qiulan was extremely happy: "I will be home very late, and I will have to eat on the high-speed train tonight."

Jun Shuwan: "It's okay, just treat it as a midnight snack."

"Okay." Jun Qiulan naturally doted on her sister. "How's the experiment going?"

"Everything is fine, brother, go and do your own thing."

Jun Qiulan held his forehead with his hand.

There was absolutely nothing for him to do at home.

Dad told him to come back quickly to wash up and rest, and Mom and younger sister told him to go about his own business.

Jun Qiulan felt a bit helpless and went straight back to the hotel with a new set of clothes to wash and change.

The hotel's shower system is much more advanced than the one at home.

Maybe you can also arrange it for your family.

After washing up, Jun Qiulan charged his mobile phone.

There is quite a lot of information.

Some friends only found out today that he won the Best Newcomer Award, and they all sent congratulatory messages.

Jun Qiulan also replied to them one by one.

Liu Yue also booked a restaurant.

Fu Xiao is her idol, so she naturally knows Fu Xiao's taste.

Although Fu Xiao is from Jiangnan, he has a strong taste and likes spicy food, so Liu Yue booked a Sichuan restaurant.

Jun Qiulan also likes it very much.

There are no outsiders either.

At lunch, Jun Qiulan and Fu Xiao simply asked their agent and assistant to eat together.

We also chatted about the follow-up matters.

Especially Jun Qiulan's side.

Fu Xiao has his own team, so he doesn't have to worry about other trivial matters at all.

As for Yan Jing's role, he always joked that he was just there to play a supporting role.

He only appeared on screen for three minutes in total. If everything went well, his scenes could be filmed in two or three days. However, he had some things to do in Shanghai, so he would not go back with Jun Qiulan and the others today.

Fu Xiao was entrusted with a task, so naturally he had to pay more attention to Jun Qiulan and his makeshift team.

He also read the article released by Jun Qiulan's studio last night and Jun Qiulan's own Weibo post.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with it.

However, as an artist, you also have to guard against those stubborn haters and rivals with whom you have resource conflicts.

And those with bubbles in their brains.

For example, Wen Xi commented on Jun Qiulan’s Weibo last night. He first congratulated Jun Qiulan on winning the award, and then said some ambiguous words.

The general meaning is that although the filming of Jinkui has ended, everyone has work to do, so don't forget to keep in touch, etc.

Afterwards, Wenxi liked another comment about the black fans, which roughly said that after Jun Qiulan took on Yan Jing's movie and met Fu Xiao, he looked down on the actors he had worked with before and refused to walk the red carpet with people from the same crew.

Like, then cancel.

It can be regarded as a routine operation with rhythm.

Jun Qiulan was speechless when he heard the news.

It would be inappropriate to rush to explain this matter.

But he couldn't let Wenxi take advantage of his popularity for nothing and tarnish his reputation.

We have to find a way to fight back.

Fu Xiao didn't need to say anything about this matter. Fu Xiao had already given instructions, and his agent was already passing on his experience to Jun Qiulan's makeshift team.

Xu Su and Liu Yue both listened very carefully.

Xu Su was a little confused when she looked at Jun Qiulan's clothes.

After taking out the Hanfu worn for the celebration that day, Liu Yue also helped Jun Qiulan hang her casual clothes in the closet.

She had also looked, but she didn't seem to have seen the clothes Jun Qiulan was wearing today.

Could it be that her eyes are blurry?

Judging from the style, it doesn’t look like it was bought outside. It should be the work of that master’s wife.

Where are you from?

Xu Su had a question mark in his heart.

Liu Yue has already gotten used to it.

It was obvious that their daughter Lanlan had returned to her "hometown" again.

And when she went to Jun Qiulan's room to pick her up today, she didn't even see the trophy. She probably took it home.

Well... traveling back and forth between the two worlds.

It's really unbelievable. She has been reading novels for many years, and this kind of setting is considered a cold topic.

After the meal, Liu Yue and Xu Su gained a lot. As for the matter of slapping Wen Xi in the face, they waved their hands and told Jun Qiulan not to worry about it, and they would naturally take care of it.

We must not suffer this loss in silence.

This is to prevent other people with impure intentions from seeing it and wanting to get close to it and step on it.

We have to tell the outside world that even if they are a makeshift team, they are not easy to bully.

If you want to provoke them, you have to think twice.

The two sisters refused to let Jun Qiulan interfere, and Jun Qiulan had no say and could only bow helplessly.

"Thank you for your hard work, sisters."

Pack up in the afternoon and go home.

As soon as I got home, I started filming without stopping.

Of course, Jun Qiulan could only watch and it was not his turn yet.

He also practiced dancing every day, and then went to the set to watch Yan Jing direct the show.

Since he won the Best Newcomer Award, the actors started clamoring for Jun Qiulan to buy him milk tea on his first day back on set.

Regardless of age, the first and foremost requirement for an actor to be selected by Yan Jing is good character.

They were also genuinely happy for Jun Qiulan.

Assistant Liu Yue finally found a place to use his skills.

Buy milk tea!!!

Hundreds of cups of milk tea were delivered to the crew.

Although it was summer, Liu Yue was very considerate and took into consideration the fact that there were many female actors. She ordered a lot of room temperature, iced, and hot drinks.

We were even worried that some people might be lactose intolerant, so in addition to milk tea, we also ordered a lot of fruit tea.

The entire crew of actors were taking photos and posting them on WeChat Moments or Weibo.

After seeing this, fans all knew that Jun Qiulan had very good relationships with people.

Jun Qiulan also realized it later. This seemed to be the way Liu Yue and Xu Su were fighting back?

If you respond directly, you will end up being at a disadvantage.

But the audience has sharp eyes.

Jun Qiulan seemed to be lost in thought, and handed a cup of milk tea to Yan Jing who was watching the replay.

Yan Jing smiled and said, "I don't drink milk tea."

Having said that, he still took it, inserted a straw and took a few sips.

So sweet.

By the way, he also reminded Jun Qiulan: "You too, as an artist, you should drink less of these high-sugar drinks, they can easily make you fat. Oh, by the way, do you have abdominal muscles?"

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The author has something to say: Thank you all for the nutrient solution and the free tickets, I love you all.

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By the way, I want to complain about the Chinese medicine I was prescribed this time. It was so bitter that it made my soul tremble.

It’s strange. I don’t mind the bitterness of coffee, but Chinese medicine is so bitter that it distorts my facial features.

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