Chapter 14 Toilet

The old man who bumped into a tree, the old lady who walked backwards, the sunset-red team dancing with swords making a clanging sound...

Is it that their mental state is too good, or is it that their physical state is too beautiful?

Jun Qiulan didn't understand, but he respected it and even took a video to take back to show his family.

After admiring it for a while, I happened to notice a tent set up on the other side of the park, with several people queuing up to register.

Jun Qiulan accepted the simplified Chinese characters very well. When he got closer, he saw that they were recruiting extras.

There is more than one crew, there are three crews, one costume drama, one war drama, and one modern drama.

Jun Qiulan observed that the war dramas had the most men, including people of all ages, while the costume dramas were basically all aunts, who were still discussing which drama had the better makeup and which drama had the better hair.

There were only a few people in the modern drama section, only a few young people.

Jun Qiulan thought about it and felt that he needed to understand the modern world more, so he walked over.

"Hello, are you also looking for extras here? Do you want to register here?"

The person in charge was drowsy, but when he looked up, he was captivated by a divine face.

"Well, it's a trick, but it might not be suitable for you. Your hair is your own, right?"

Jun Qiulan didn't wear a Taoist robe today, nor did he wear his own tattered clothes.

After selling the two bottles, my mother went to the village to buy a few feet of cloth, and asked her neighbor Yuan Shu's sister-in-law to buy a piece of blue cloth in the city.

Song Xirong has excellent craftsmanship. Based on Jun Qiulan's description, she made a loose three-quarter sleeve top with a peach-point collar and a pair of loose straight pants.

With the addition of some details and embroidery, it has a retro Chinese style feel. When worn on Jun Qiulan, it has just the right temperament without being too abrupt.

Jun Qiulan touched her long hair tied into a bun, feeling a little helpless.

Most of the men here have two-inch long hair. He wants to fit in with this world and has thought about whether he should cut his hair.

I have never been able to make up my mind. My hair and body are given by my parents. In the past, I only trimmed it at fixed times every year. It’s better not to let it grow too long. How can I cut it so short at will?

Like a monk.

Seeing that he was still there, the person in charge of the modern drama explained, "This is a workplace drama, and most of it takes place in offices. Offices are crowded, so someone always needs to act as a background. The audience doesn't pay much attention to these things, but your long hair does stand out a bit."

He spoke very subtly.

Not only is her long hair eye-catching, but her appearance is also eye-catching. She can be recognized at a glance even if she is thrown into a crowd.

Jun Qiulan was helpless. Forget it. After all, he was here to find a job. Making money was important, but if he wanted to learn modern knowledge, he might as well find a place to use the internet and watch it on his phone.

He had never understood the war drama before, and without Zhang Li to lead him today, he didn't dare to make any rash attempts.

He went to the costume drama next door.

The costume drama was going smoothly. Seeing that he had naturally long hair, he even joked, "Your hair is so convenient for costume dramas. Just change clothes. Today's scenes are not important, just walking around in front of the camera will be enough. One hundred and twenty yuan a day. If you want to go, sign and register here. We will leave in half an hour."

One hundred and twenty, Jun Qiulan would not refuse, it could buy sixty kilograms of rice.

He will never forget how he felt when he could buy that high-quality variety of rice for two dollars.

At that time, the old lady said that this kind of rice was not tasty.

It’s obviously delicious, soft, glutinous and sweet.

When he has more financial resources in the future, he would also like to try more expensive rice.

Jun Qiulan registered and an uncle next to him greeted him.

"You're not from here, are you?"

Jun Qiulan nodded, "I came from out of town to look for a job."

The uncle continued to ask: "Were you also an extra before? I heard that you need to apply for an actor's license. Without an actor's license, you can't be an extra in the future."

The uncle is a local retired old man who is bored. For him, this extravaganza is just an experience of life, which is quite interesting and he can make some money.

He quite likes it.

He still didn't know what to do with this actor's certificate.

Jun Qiulan was even more confused and even felt a little anxious. Why did all kinds of certificates need to be required everywhere in this world?

He thought for a moment and said, "I have a friend who might know. I'll ask him later."

"Sure." The uncle said, "Add WeChat."

Jun Qiulan added the uncle as a friend in a clumsy manner. His profile picture was a calligraphy painting, "Heaven rewards hard work." He was a little bit disappointed by the ugliness of the words, so his nickname was also "Heaven rewards hard work."

Well, that's a good word.

"I'll text you when I have news."

"It's okay, there's no rush. I heard it can be done within this month."

It was only the middle of the month, and Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether this certificate was difficult to obtain or not.

There was still half an hour before departure, and Uncle Chouqin asked Jun Qiulan to go to the bathroom.

"Today is a costume drama. After changing into clothes, it's not convenient to go to the toilet. I'd better take care of it first."

Jun Qiulan was used to the so-called ancient costumes and didn't find it inconvenient, but it would be better to solve it in advance.

But he never expected that a public restroom in a park would be decorated so luxuriously, and most importantly, there was hardly any odor.

When I was still a prince, the place where I went to the toilet was called the official room, also known as the clean room. It was filled with incense every day. After the master finished using the toilet, the eunuchs would immediately clean it up, but there was still some unavoidable smell.

There were many compartments in the bathroom, and Jun Qiulan thought it was good. But he was shocked the next moment. There was toilet paper in the bathroom.

Just put it in the compartment and let everyone use it, right?

Dasheng also has toilet paper. Those who can use toilet paper, or those who are willing to use toilet paper, are either rich or noble.

It turns out that he has never seen the world.

Jun Qiulan put some water in it, and secretly tore off a small piece and put it in his trouser pocket, which his mother had specially sewn for him as a place for him to put his mobile phone.

It's a small detail. It's a small detail.

Jun Qiulan blushed and didn't dare to take more. He just wanted to take some back for his mother and sister to try.

Conditions are not as good as before, and the journey of exile is even more difficult. Now that he has settled down, he and his father have ground some bamboo strips, polished them as smooth as possible, and thrown them away after use. This is cleaner and more hygienic than the villagers using them repeatedly.

But girls seemed to be different from boys. On the way to exile, I saw my sister soil her pants and she cried secretly.

He didn't quite understand these things, but clean toilet paper was definitely better than bamboo slips.

Make money, work hard to make money. He had seen toilet paper in the supermarket before, but at that time he was only thinking about filling his stomach and didn't think about this aspect.

Jun Qiulan was thinking about something, and when he came out of the bathroom, he bumped into someone coming in.

"Feel sorry."

Jun Qiulan took a step back, and the person opposite him also took a step back.

The two spoke almost in unison, looked at each other at the same time, and were stunned at the same time.

The overall mental outlook of the people in this world is much better than that of Dasheng, so naturally, everyone's appearance is not too bad.

But the man I bumped into today was too good-looking.

He was wearing a neat smoky grey suit, a pair of rings on his nose and a silver chain. He looked very gentle, but behind the rings were a pair of sharp eagle eyes.

Jun Qiulan never boasts about his appearance, but this person has a completely different style from him, and he can't find the right words to describe him yet.

I always feel that the words used to describe handsome men in books before are not enough when used to describe this person.

actor?

He watched downloaded TV series on his mobile phone, and most of the leading actors in them were good-looking.

"How long are you going to watch?"

Jun Qiulan lowered his eyes, "Sorry."

It was a glimpse, but just a glimpse.

We met by chance and then became strangers.

It's not as interesting as the uncle smoking next to me.

"Uncle, I've kept you waiting for a long time." Jun Qiulan moved closer and was choked by the smoke.

"Hahaha, sorry, little brother, don't smoke, right?" The uncle quickly put out his cigarette and said, "Let's go, we're gathering over there."

"Let's go."

Jun Qiulan always felt that someone was looking at her. Obviously, it was the handsome man she had just bumped into.

What does this person mean?

It was just a slight bump, do you really want him to pay for it?

Thinking of the money in his pocket, Jun Qiulan ran towards the crew even faster without even turning his head.

He didn't realize that the man was staring at his steps.

Quite interesting.

It was just a small episode. Jun Qiulan had been assigned an identity as soon as he arrived at the crew, so he had no time to think about the handsome man who wanted to blackmail him for money.

"You guys, for this morning's scene, you'll be playing waiters in a restaurant. You need to look good as background characters. Is that okay? If not, just play passersby on the street."

Jun Qiulan thought about it. He had been to some restaurants before. The waiter's job was to serve people. He had many eunuchs and maids serving him. It was not difficult to imitate their expressions.

"I'm fine here."

The casting director looked at his face for a moment, frowning slightly. "Try not to show your face directly on camera. Can you do that?"

Jun Qiulan thought for a moment and said, "I can do it."

Zhang Li had already explained to him that extras like them should not steal the limelight. If the casting director saw them as potential prospects and had lines, they would be special guests and could get extra pay.

However, extras cannot take the initiative to steal the spotlight, which is a big taboo in the industry.

The casting director examined him for a moment longer before waving them off to change their clothes and style their hair.

Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief. Why was this different from what they had said before?

Isn’t it said that good looks can make you more popular in this industry?

Last time he was beaten, he was asked to cover his face, and this time he was asked not to face the camera directly.

But it doesn’t matter. Before he fully understands this world, Jun Qiulan feels that being an ordinary extra is enough.

Jun Qiulan also didn't expect that he was content, but someone didn't want him to get what he wanted.

This was the first time he encountered such malice since coming to this world, and it was quite novel.

The author has something to say:

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叆叇, ancient glasses.

The attacker finally appeared.

Gong: But I don’t have a name yet.