He raised his hand and gestured to the crowd with the account book in his hand: "I have to report the expenses of the past month to the village. This is all the village's money, and they need to know where the money was spent."
Xu Siming made a quick decision and said, "I'll go with you!"
An Jingzhi looked at him with a half-smile: "This is a financial issue in our village. Are you sure you want to come with me?"
The other party stopped and felt that his behavior was inappropriate, with a conflicted look on his face.
An Jingzhi smiled and said, "Okay." He looked at everyone and comforted them, "I know everyone is scared, but don't worry."
"We villagers have no other choice but to do that. Whoever stands in their way of getting out of poverty is their enemy."
"Now, you are all benefactors I invited to help our village. Everyone will be polite to you. As long as you work properly, the villagers will not do anything to you."
Xu Siming glanced around and found that An's parents were not there, so he asked quietly, "If our film can't help Xiaoan Village get out of poverty, they won't cause trouble for us, right?"
"Why bother you? If you want to cause trouble, it's me."
"You are all following my orders. As long as you do what you are supposed to do, you are not responsible for the consequences."
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After much persuasion, everyone was finally willing to let An Jingzhi go.
"Are you not scared?" said the old branch secretary after reading An Jingzhi's expense account book.
"Old Party Secretary, you didn't do this on purpose, did you?" An Jingzhi said with understanding.
The old Party Secretary smiled smugly and said, "I noticed right after they arrived that they despise our village."
"I was afraid they weren't working hard enough, so I resorted to some tricks."
They cannot do their work half-heartedly, as it affects the future of their village.
"Old ginger is still wiser." An Jingzhi gave a thumbs up and smiled.
He was just saying, why are we suddenly talking about murder?
Fortunately, he cooperated well.
"That's not a lie," the old Party Secretary said seriously, putting away his smile. "If those people still don't understand, I'm old now, and it's good for me to make some contribution to the village."
"After being frightened by everyone today, I'm afraid they won't dare come again in the short term."
An Jingzhi had just left the house, and everyone was thinking about what he had just said and felt that it made sense.
Anyway, their cell phones are with them and there is signal here. If something really happens, this group of people will not be able to catch them all.
What's more, they are here to help, and there won't be any problems until the work is done.
A group of people gathered in the village. Since they had nothing to do, they decided to go for a walk around the village and get familiar with the place. After all, they would be filming here later, so they couldn't be completely clueless.
As soon as they went out, everyone they met, whether children or adults, smiled and greeted them enthusiastically, which made the group feel a little embarrassed.
The psychological trauma caused by them has also dissipated a little.
"It's so lively over there?" said a crew member, pointing to the place in front where there were a lot of noises.
"Let's go and take a look. I think I heard some pig squealing."
A group of people gathered over and saw Wu Wenping calmly killing the pig with a single stroke of the knife.
After reporting the accounts and explaining some other circumstances, the old branch secretary and An Jingzhi went to the place where the pigs were slaughtered.
This pig belongs to the old branch secretary's family and is usually raised by his daughter-in-law.
This time, the villagers are invited to enjoy the pig-killing meal for free.
The old branch secretary's daughter-in-law felt distressed and used a bucket to collect the dripping pig blood.
"The old branch secretary is here."
"Jingzhi."
After greeting everyone, An Jingzhi joined the crowd and saw Xu Siming and his group watching the pig slaughtering in front of him with great interest.
After draining the pig's blood, Xu Siming skillfully used various pig-killing tools to cut the pig into pieces.
“This craftsmanship is amazing!”
Wu Wenping chuckled and said, "I've done it for several years."
Mrs. Gu laughed and said, "You're only good at killing pigs."
"It's a skill after all." Wu Wenping talked to everyone while dissecting the pork.
Looking at the villagers, young and old, men and women gathered here to help and chat.
This was an unprecedented experience for Xu Siming and his friends.
“It feels pretty good.”
Several people sat on a bench with melon seeds and peanuts in front of them. They ate melon seeds and talked while looking at the scene in the village.
“Although the scenery is ordinary, the human touch is something you can’t experience in the city.”
One man on the crew was amazed: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have known that these seemingly harmless villagers were holding knives and trying to chop people this morning?"
He doesn't even blink when it comes to killing people.
"It's just that the people in this village seem quite old."
"The younger ones have all gone to the city to do odd jobs," An Jingzhi explained. "The land doesn't produce much, and if they don't go out to find work, they'll starve to death."
"Oh, really, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have thought there are still such poor places now."
"It's also because their geographical location is not very good. It's deep in the mountains, the roads are winding and difficult to walk on, there's not much scenery, and there's no fertile land."
The sun sets, casting a layer of orange light on the earth.
Smelling the fragrance in the air, everyone who had originally had no expectations for the pig-killing pot dish actually felt a little hungry.
"It smells quite nice," Xu Siming clapped his hands, "My stomach is rumbling."
An Jingzhi looked at him with disdain: "You've been eating melon seeds all afternoon, and you're still not full?"
"Can you get full by eating melon seeds?" Xu Siming asked with a smile.
Without caring about An Jingzhi, she stood up and went to help. Seeing him coming, Mrs. Gu hurriedly asked, "Are you hungry? It will be ready soon. You guys sit down first."
Xu Siming said, "No, I just ate sunflower seeds all afternoon. I'm a bit embarrassed. I'm wondering if there's anything I can help you with."
"We've been idle for so long anyway, so we don't mind taking a little time off." Mrs. Gu said quickly.
He felt a little annoyed that Xu Siming was in the way, so he pushed him aside and asked him to wait there.
Looking at Xu Siming who was walking back silently, An Jingzhi smiled and said, "He was driven back, wasn't he?"
"This Mrs. Gu is really..." If he hadn't overheard her conversations with others several times in the afternoon, he would have really thought that she was implying that he didn't help.
An Jingzhi laughed at him for a few words and then heard Mrs. Gu's loud voice.
“It’s time to eat!”
The crew members were arranged to sit together at several tables, surrounded by people from the village.
The sun had already set, so I had to turn on the lights and smoke mugwort in the corner to prevent mosquito bites.
The large bowls of dishes served on the table didn't look very appetizing.
After trying it, everyone stopped gossiping.
Seeing them enjoying their meal, Mrs. Gu felt proud too.
This skill was brought over from her mother's family. Her grandmother used to specialize in preparing banquets.
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