Chapter 34 Bookstore
Why does this paper feel different from the ones I used before?
Jun Qiulan paused for a moment, not thinking too much, and saw the camera start filming out of the corner of his eye.
He wrote down this policy paper in detail based on the ideas in his mind.
After finishing a page and turning the page, the director was about to call cut when Yan Jing stopped him.
"Wait until he finishes writing."
The director didn't understand why, but he didn't stop the filming.
Yan Jing added, "I'm going to take what he wrote away later."
The director kicked him.
He was wondering why Yan Jing came here, as he, the director, had to act as the stand-in in the scenes. So he was waiting here?
He took another look at the monitor screen. It turned out that the handwriting was indeed good. The boy was not very old, so he must have been practicing since he was a child, and he must have worked very hard.
The way this guy writes is quite stylish, very much like the image of an ancient nobleman that is inherent in filmmakers like him.
Tsk tsk tsk, he finally understood why Yan Jing came here.
Either they are interested in this guy, or there is a character who is still trying to figure out whether he is suitable for the role.
This kid is really special.
He has a strong personality. He didn't strike while the iron was hot despite the high popularity some time ago.
I also have ideas.
Putting aside the question of whether to sign with a company or not, if the starting point of his first work is Yan Jing's movie, then his future is limitless.
With this foundation for your debut, you can definitely open your own studio.
Jun Qiulan is not a roundworm, so he definitely doesn’t know about the director’s criticism.
The policy paper was not long. Considering that it was a movie, he shortened it a lot to about 500 words.
After I finished writing it, I read it a bit on my own and felt it was okay.
"Okay." Jun Qiulan started writing.
The director played it back and saw that Yan Jing had no objection this time. He said bluntly, "Next scene, Jiashu. Go change your clothes and get ready."
Jun Qiulan came out of the examination room and saw Yan Jing.
It was wrapped so tightly that if it weren't for the body and height, it would be impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
The eyes are so recognizable.
Jun Qiulan just nodded slightly and greeted him.
Yan Jing was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Jun Qiulan to recognize him at a glance.
The scene of writing the letter home only requires a fleeting shot in the main film: pick up the pen, put it down, and that's it.
There are no requirements for the content, but it is best to start writing the letter, and then switch to the shot of writing, and there must be words on the paper.
Jun Qiulan simply wrote a letter to his parents and younger sister in his own tone. Of course, the background premise was that he was a candidate going to Beijing to take the imperial examination.
He is not afraid of being seen through. Who knows that he has family in another world?
It's just that when I put pen to paper, I habitually want to take the seal.
Seeing that there was nothing on the table, he remembered that he was filming.
Yan Jing, on the other hand, was sitting in front of the monitor, looking at the letter thoughtfully.
The ancient literati wrote letters to their families, which are also difficult to understand in classical Chinese for modern people, and are very consistent with the character of the protagonist.
Classical Chinese literature doesn't seem difficult to write, but it is rare to be able to write with ancient charm.
A family letter doesn't need too much content, it would be fine if it was just written casually, but Jun Qiulan wrote it like this.
Yan Jing started thinking about the policy paper again. Do Taoists need to learn these things?
He didn't think about it too much and started preparing for the next scene.
The purpose of using hand-stand-in parts is to make the story more complete and to reduce the chances for the audience to find fault.
However, this time the hand substitute's hand is so beautiful that it will probably be on the Internet for several days.
It doesn’t matter, it just adds popularity to the show.
The following scenes are still about writing about various scenes, costumes and props.
There is only one scene where I have to draw.
The main film has been shot and there is an original painting.
Director: "I've seen your paintings on fans before, they're very good, but this time you can't let yourself do anything. Look at this painting and copy it, is that okay? Just get the idea."
By the time the film is edited, it will become the protagonist's work.
Jun Qiulan looked at the painting, a very basic ink landscape, and said, "No problem."
For Jun Qiulan, copying is even easier.
His father was an expert in both calligraphy and painting. Although he had not studied with his father for more than ten years, it was said here that he had inherited his father's talent.
Pick up the pen, put down the ink, and blend it.
The ink painting was not complicated to begin with, but Jun Qiulan finished it in less than twenty minutes.
The director looked at the monitor, then at the original painting, and then at Jun Qiulan's painting.
He muttered, "Why do I feel like this copy is more artistic than the original?"
When editing, maybe you can use this version directly.
Yan Jing said quietly beside him, "Don't forget, you promised me that I would take all these works away."
The director really wanted to hit him, "I'm not interested in calligraphy and painting, but these are the props of our crew. If you want to take them all, then you can smuggle out two boxes of your father's tea."
Yan Jing didn't even think about it. "Deal."
After a pause, he added, "Give this kid a raise."
The director bared his teeth and said, "You've taken all the good things."
Yan Jing smiled but said nothing.
Jun Qiulan knew nothing about it.
Is the last scene considered a martial arts scene?
It's just a few shots of spinning fans.
Jun Qiulan changed into a gorgeous suit, and the crew also prepared a fan, which he used to practice a few times.
Director: "It looks quite realistic. Come on, let's start."
He explained the required shots, the angles for switching the fan, and so on.
Jun Qiulan's completion rate is quite high.
The director even lamented, "If I had met you a few months earlier, I would have given you a role."
This child's image and temperament are really in line with costume dramas.
You don't need any acting skills to play a noble young man. Once you change the costume and just stand there, you can look like the real one.
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Director, you're being kind. A few months ago, I hadn't even started acting as an extra in the industry yet."
When I first came here, I had just experienced several months of exile and trekking, and I was almost unrecognizable from weight loss.
If it weren't for his bone structure, his face would probably be unbearable to look at.
Playing a consumptive patient might seem like the real deal.
The director laughed heartily. "That's okay. Maybe we can work together again in the future. My last name is Zhong, and Yan Jing and I are old friends."
"Hello, Director Zhong." Jun Qiulan said politely, "Thank you for your hard work today, Director Zhong."
Then he greeted Yan Jing.
Yan Jing nodded, and after a few breaths, he asked again, inexplicably, "Can you dance?"
Jun Qiulan: "..."
He didn't know what to say.
"Mr. Yan, I remember this is the second time you asked me this?"
Yan Jing hummed calmly, then added, "But you didn't answer me last time."
Jun Qiulan was choked.
"So what's your answer?"
Jun Qiulan said succinctly: "No."
His character is a Taoist priest who comes down from the mountain, can write calligraphy and paint, which does not conflict with the setting of the isolated Taoist temple.
What's the matter with Taoist priests being able to dance?
Shaman dance? He could try it.
Yan Jing didn't say anything else.
Director Zhong sighed in his heart, he is still a child after all, he can't speak, can't dance, that's normal, just tell him to learn, isn't that enough?
How can it be so direct?
But he looked at Yan Jing and he didn't seem to give up. They knew each other before, so maybe...
Forget it, the script for Yan Jing’s next movie hasn’t been completely completed yet, and I don’t know how long it will take to start filming.
The stand-in scenes were shot on the same day and the pay was settled on the spot.
The person in charge said: "We have been keeping in touch recently. If there are any additional scenes later, we will contact you and the remuneration will be increased."
Jun Qiulan thanked him politely, "Thank you for your hard work."
It was only agreed upon 8,000, but when he looked down, the amount in his account was 12,000.
"Did you take the wrong turn?"
Director Zhong hadn't left yet, a teasing smile on his face: "Someone told me to give you a raise, otherwise it would be unfair to your beautiful handwriting."
This person, without a doubt, must be Yan Jing.
Jun Qiulan felt inexplicably strange. He felt as if Yan Jing had come here today specifically to watch him filming?
With the extra income of 4,000, he still wanted to thank Yan Jing, but when he changed his clothes and came out, he didn't see Yan Jing.
Should he have left?
Yan Jing was currently chatting with Fu Xiao, who had ugly hands.
Fu Xiao had scenes to film today, so he didn't come over to watch the stand-in's filming.
"Then again, when have you ever been involved in such matters?"
He hasn't taken on many roles in recent years because of his hands, and the directors of the crew will try to avoid close-ups of his hands.
However, this time the character is an ancient intellectual, adapted from a famous historical official, who is an expert in both calligraphy and painting, so it's inevitable that he won't be filming some writing and painting scenes.
But given his status in the industry, it wasn't difficult for him to find a stand-in. He wasn't in a hurry before and was thinking of looking for a stand-in after the filming was finished.
He just didn't expect that Yan Jing would specifically introduce one to him.
Yan Jing said nothing, but just pointed at the calligraphy that Director Zhong had just tricked over and said, "Just tell me if the calligraphy is good or not."
Fu Xiao couldn't help laughing. "When I saw the video of that kid fighting in the hotel, I thought he was a talented military commander. I didn't expect I was wrong. He's a talented civil servant."
Yan Jing tutted his words, "Don't you know how to use the phrase 'competent in both civil and military fields'? I suggest you call your elementary school teacher and ask."
Fu Xiao was too lazy to respond. "How long are you going to stay here? You're busy enough with on-site inspections, village construction, storyboarding, and finding actors."
"Don't be in a hurry." Yan Jing leaned back and changed into a comfortable position.
I don’t know what he is thinking.
It was just that the message alert tone of the mobile phone suddenly rang.
Jun Qiulan didn't see Yan Jing, but after leaving the crew, she still sent a message to Yan Jing.
I wanted to express my gratitude and added an emoticon.
Yan Jing laughed again when he saw this middle-aged and elderly emoticon pack.
His grandfather doesn't even need to use this big lotus to spit out two thank you emoticons.
I don't know what he was thinking, but he smiled and searched for a similar picture of a peony flower spinning in circles and sent it to me without any thanks.
Jun Qiulan didn't reply either.
I earned another 12,000 today. I don't have any urgent need for money at the moment, and I don't have much left for daily household expenses.
Jun Qiulan was thinking that it was time to spend big.
I said I wanted to buy tablets for my parents and younger sister so that they can pass the time at home.
Especially with the recent epidemic, it is inconvenient to go out. I used to be able to talk to the villagers.
Jun Qiulan thought about the past.
Although my father was a prince without real power, he was passionate about calligraphy and painting and studying knowledge. Even if he stayed at home every day, he was happy.
My mother likes to study food and take care of flowers and plants. She takes care of all the affairs of the palace inside and out, and her life is quite fulfilling.
Now they can only live in this small farmyard. Forget about entertainment. On weekdays, when he is not at home and his younger sister goes to the general's mansion, only the couple can talk to each other.
Every time I talk about it, I start to worry about him and my younger sister.
It’s better to give them something fun to do so that they can pass the time, instead of focusing all their attention on anxiety.
It's bad for your health over time.
Tablet computer.
I’ve considered buying a second-hand one before. It’s a bit old, but I only use it to read books and watch videos, so it’s still usable.
But now that I have enough money, there is no need for that.
In common sense, buying a new one will definitely be more durable than the old one.
There were no specialty stores outside the film and television base, so he checked and simply took a taxi to the shopping mall in the city center.
It can also be considered as a way to broaden my horizons.
When he finally arrived, he was a little disappointed.
It may be that there are too many modern shopping malls seen on the Internet, and the local city is just a small city, so the shopping malls are not big.
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.
If I had traveled here on the first day, I would probably have thought this was the Heavenly Palace.
It is clearly a shopping mall with several floors, brightly lit, and a lot of people, but the flow of people is indeed not that large, far less than a film and television base.
Jun Qiulan took a quick look around. The first and second floors were mostly clothes, the third floor was mostly food, and there was also an arcade and a cinema.
There is nothing I want. To be more precise, I want to buy everything I see, but I don’t have much money.
Let’s get straight to the point.
He chose a tablet of a domestic brand. The reviews of this brand online were quite good. Recently, there was a national subsidy, and the price was just over 3,000 yuan, which was an acceptable price.
It seemed a little unreal when Jun Qiulan walked out with the tablet.
He was so arrogant that he dared to buy things worth three thousand yuan at one time.
Back then, he thought that as long as he could work as an extra steadily and get work every day, he could earn three to four thousand yuan a month.
Using this money, I can buy supplies here and bring them back, which is enough for my family to live a life without worries about food and clothing.
Until now, it has become so generous.
Hehehe, although he spent so much money at one time, Jun Qiulan was still very happy.
I feel a sense of accomplishment for some unknown reason.
Just as I was about to go home, I remembered that I had promised to bring some books to Mr. Su.
He sighed.
This matter is also a bit of a hassle. There is a lot of information in the books here.
For example, address, publishing house, author's statement, etc.
Mr. Su is so smart.
He just wants to maintain a balance where you don't have to ask unless I tell you, and he's afraid that this balance will be broken someday.
After considering it for a while, Jun Qiulan shook his head and used the navigation to find a bookstore.
When I entered the bookstore, I was really surprised.
He was sure of it.
Apart from the first day he came to this world, this moment today was the most surprising moment for him.
It's so spectacular.
There are a wide variety of books, all labeled and classified into various types.
Live, study, and entertain...
Jun Qiulan stood at the door, not knowing which way to go.
This is just a bookstore in a small city.
Obviously, not many people in this world read books on a daily basis. Everyone has a mobile phone, and most of the information and questions can be found by searching on the mobile phone.
The reason why there are so many books is obvious. It is because this country attaches great importance to education and the dissemination of knowledge.
Jun Qiulan calmed down.
In the prosperous capital city, there is a bookstore that is said to have the largest collection of books. Only the top dignitaries are allowed to enter.
Jun Qiulan had also been there. The collection of books there was no less than that in the imperial palace, but compared to here, it was simply not worth mentioning.
The number of novels with fancy covers in front of him was enough to overwhelm that bookstore.
Jun Qiulan smiled, trying not to appear too naive.
There are so many books that I’m overwhelmed.
It didn't matter what he brought back, so Jun Qiulan simply picked up a book from each category.
Besides history and military.
It’s really inappropriate to take these back.
But he didn't notice that there was a copy of Mao Zedong Thought hidden inside.
It was a huge pile of books, and I only spent a few hundred dollars in total.
The price of this book also amazed him for a while.
So cheap.
To be honest, the books at the scrap yard are actually cheaper, but the variety is not as complete, and what you can pick depends on luck.
If I have time in the future, I can still go and look for it.
Jun Qiulan walked out of the bookstore, wondering whether he should dig a basement for his home?
It is impossible to send all these books to Mr. Su, as my father is also a book lover.
But their house is so small now, even if they put these books in the room, there is a risk of them being exposed.
Could it be possible that he had been hiding under the bed?
Jun Qiulan's first idea was to build a new small courtyard, the kind made of bricks and tiles, with high walls and a large courtyard, and set aside a separate room as a study, where the books could be hidden.
By then he could use solar energy and even have electricity at home...
Life will certainly be much more convenient.
However, there are many problems in implementing this idea.
Today's adobe courtyards are really not very good. They are cold in winter and hot in summer. The lighting in the room is very poor. You can't use a desk lamp during the day, and it is even more inconvenient to use an oil lamp. When neighbors see this, they will most likely gossip about them behind their backs and say they are extravagant.
I could only leave the door open or read in the yard.
We still have to find a way to solve it.
Jun Qiulan thought of what Mr. Su said, that the prefect of the border town would be replaced.
The current prefect is just a lazy guy and it is said that he has not been promoted or transferred for many years.
No one who has any connections in the court would want to come here.
It was too poor to achieve political achievements, and it was chaotic, making it even more difficult to govern. Especially since the border town was right on the border, it was very dangerous. If the enemy attacked at any time and the city was not defended, the officials would be the first to be attacked by the Rongdi.
The most important thing is that no matter which border state, the control of civil officials over the local area must be subordinate to that of military officials. After all, when the enemy invades, you can't rely on pens to fight.
Mr. Su has even stated that the newly appointed prefect has some connection to him...
If this matter is handled well, once the capital gives up its surveillance on him, his ideas can be implemented and his parents can live a good life.
As for my younger sister, she is still young, so it might be safer for her to stay in the general's mansion. There is no need to rush to bring her home.
When he has enough ability to protect this beautiful sister, he will bring her back in a grand manner.
As for what kind of husband's family my younger sister will choose in the future, or even if she doesn't want to get married, it doesn't matter.
In the past, he would also think that it was impossible for a girl not to get married at her age. She would be laughed at as an old maid.
But he came to this new world and opened the door to it. If he still has the idea that such a girl must get married, he deserves to die.
Is the ridicule of others more important than my younger sister’s happiness?
I don't want to discuss issues involving differences in our worldviews, so I'll focus on my younger sister's opinion from now on.
At worst, I can do as Dad said and find a husband for my younger sister so we can live together.
Jun Qiulan, holding a pile of books and a tablet computer in his hands, finally returned to the rental house after going through a lot of hardships.
When I got downstairs, I ran into Uncle Hua who had just returned from acting as an extra. He hadn't even washed his face yet.
"Oh, you bought so many books?"
Jun Qiulan nodded and started making up a story.
"I didn't have a proper education when I lived in the mountains. Now that I'm older, it's not right for me to go to school anymore, and I don't have enough money to support my studies. So I just want to read more books and gain more knowledge, which is always a good thing."
Uncle Hua said cheerfully, "Young people, that's what you should do. It's never too late to learn. When my dad was still alive, he even attended senior citizen university for two years."
As he spoke, he was about to help Jun Qiulan move the books: "Let me go up with you, otherwise you'll have to make two trips."
Jun Qiulan didn't dare let Uncle Hua see his empty house, so he quickly said no.
Then he added urgently, "Uncle Hua, you asked me to write calligraphy and paintings for you to offset your water and electricity bills. Does that still count?"
"It counts, of course it counts."
He knew that the young man had no money and there were not many electrical appliances in the room, so how much electricity could he use?
He also looked at the electricity meter. He had lived there for such a long time, but the electricity bill was less than 100 yuan. In such a hot day, he probably didn't even dare to turn on the air conditioner twice.
To be honest, he still made a profit since the calligraphy and paintings paid for the electricity bill.
Jun Qiulan quickly said, "I happen to be free today. Please prepare your pen and ink. I'll put the book away and come downstairs to write for you right away."
Uncle Hua was excited when he heard it, "Oh, okay, I'll do it right away."
The two pieces of calligraphy he and Lao Wang created last time became very popular in their circle of retired old men.
It's a great honor.
Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly moved all the books back, and went downstairs to find Uncle Hua.
"What do you want to write this time?"
Uncle Hua laid out a painting with a plum blossom background and said, "Just write a poem about plum blossoms for this painting. Oh, by the way, you haven't stamped my calligraphy for me yet."
Calligraphy and paintings always feel a little lacking without the artist's seal and signature.
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing, "I brought the seal with me."
I just carved the word "Lan" and asked my father to carve it for me.
"Okay, okay, you write first, I'll go find something."
Ode to the plum blossom.
There are many poems about plum blossoms handed down in this world. Jun Qiulan even looked them up and chose one with a similar artistic conception to this painting.
Pick up the pen and put it down.
Suddenly I remembered that when he was doing the stand-in today, the things he wrote would be useless after the filming was completed.
Director Zhong didn't say he would return it to him.
His handwriting should be okay, right? He couldn't have thrown it away, right?
"Wow, you finished it so quickly! Let me see! Oh my, this is incredible! This painting, paired with this poem, is simply amazing! Your Uncle Hua is taking advantage of you again."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Compared to Uncle Hua reducing my water and electricity bills, writing a poem only took a few minutes, so it's nothing."
Uncle Hua was also happy. Who could not like a child like this?
Poor thing.
He had also heard that all the children in the Qingfeng Mountain Taoist Temple were abandoned in the past.
I don’t know which heartless parents would do such a wicked thing.
What a good child.
"By the way, this is my daughter's old textbook. Although it has been updated, the content is still the same. You can take it back and have a look. Just don't lose it."
He just took a quick look and found that the child bought some extracurricular books.
There's nothing wrong with gaining knowledge.
For people of his generation, textbooks have a different meaning. They are specially compiled for children to learn, from easy to difficult, step by step.
Uncle Hua said, "When you finish reading these books and no longer need them, or when you move away, remember to return them to me."
Her daughter has graduated from college for so many years, but she still keeps her elementary school books, which shows how much Uncle Hua cherishes these books.
Jun Qiulan was so moved that there was no reason for him to refuse, so he quickly expressed his gratitude.
Seeing this book that is taller than a person, he felt that it is not easy to be a scholar in this era.
Uncle Hua said again: "Come on, I'll help you move it up."
Well, the topic is back to the starting point.
Jun Qiulan was almost out of excuses. "Uncle Hua, please move it to the second floor stairs. I'll carry it up myself."
"That's fine." Uncle Hua didn't think much about it.
Only after he moved the books did he remember a problem: there was no bookshelf in the child's room.
With so many books, you can't just put them in the closet, right? Or just pile them on the floor?
He thought again, there is an old bookcase at home, why not move the child there?
Although it is an attic, it is also the largest rental house. Adding an old bookcase does not take up much space.
Jun Qiulan had just moved and had no time to pack up when Uncle Hua knocked on the door.
"Handsome boy, I have a bookcase here. Let's go and carry it up together."
Jun Qiulan: "..."
He looked at the big bed without even a sheet or quilt cover, and thought that he really couldn't hide today.
Jun Qiulan had no choice but to open the door: "Uncle Hua."
The bed is right there when you open the door.
"Your bed..."
Jun Qiulan quickly explained, "The weather is good, so we've taken them apart, washed them, and are hanging them on the roof to dry."
I bet Uncle Hua won’t go up to the roof to take a look now.
Uncle Hua didn't think much about it, mainly because he couldn't imagine that a person could live in the house for such a long time with only this quilt.
Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief and thought that it was time to tidy up the room.
It has to look like someone lives there.
The bookshelf was brought up.
Uncle Hua took another look at his room. The bedding had been taken apart and washed, which was understandable.
"You've lived here for so long, and you haven't bought anything for yourself?"
Jun Qiulan touched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly, "I'm out filming every day, and I just come back to sleep at night. There's nothing to buy."
Uncle Hua felt sorry for the poor little thing.
I got him an old kettle and an old chair...
Having lived here for half their lives, they are reluctant to throw things away, so all the old items are piled up in the warehouse.
Now, it comes in handy.
Uncle Hua was still cheerful.
Jun Qiulan was naturally deeply moved.
But fortunately, this was the first time Uncle Hua came upstairs since renting this house.
"Thank you Uncle Hua for today."
"It's no big deal. I really like your handwriting. I've copied it several times, but it doesn't have this charm."
Jun Qiulan said, "This is easy. If you don't mind, I'll write a few large characters for you some other day. Large characters are easier to copy."
“This is good.”
Jun Qiulan was talking as she sent Uncle Hua downstairs.
He happened to meet Aunt Hua who had just returned from playing cards and stuffed a few big oranges into his mouth.
Jun Qiulan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
I brought the apples home last time and my family cut them up and ate them. They all said they were delicious.
Later he would occasionally buy some fruit back home.
I dare not throw away the fruit peels and cores, nor do I dare to buy too much.
After such a long time, most of the things he brought back, such as packaging bags, were burned, or they were sorted and thrown into the big trash can downstairs.
In case Uncle Hua would come knocking on the door again, Jun Qiulan waited for a while and downloaded some TV series, movies and novels to the tablet. Considering his parents' acceptance, the downloaded novels were all costume dramas and ancient stories, with at most a few fantasy books on cultivation.
After all the downloads were completed, I took the book and returned to ancient times.
Moved back and forth several times.
"How did you bring back so many books?" Jun Yu was stunned.
This time they are all new books.
Jun Qiulan explained.
To sum up: I made money today.
"Don't spend money like this even if you have money." Jun Yu complained, but he was reluctant to put down his hand that was touching the book.
There is no scholar who doesn't love books.
During his exile, he only urgently gave some rare books to old friends. No one knows where the rest of his collection went.
I think the books are precious and should not be burned in a fire. Most likely they were taken into the palace.
It’s a good place to go.
When Jun Qiulan told him that he had bought the books from scrap yards at low prices in the past, he felt a little unbalanced.
What a good book! It was sold as waste.
I think they are two different worlds, so it is not easy for him to comment on such behavior casually.
Jun Yu continued, "You should bring back less. Wait until I'm done looking at it, then bring it back and give me a new one."
There are so many books, it’s really hard to keep them all at home.
Jun Qiulan talked about his plans again.
"Build a house?" Song Xirong was also surprised.
Now when you open the door you can see the small courtyard of the house. If there is no other way, who would want to live here?
It's not that I dislike it or anything.
She is a woman after all, and there are always inconveniences for her.
Jun Qiulan said, "I'm afraid we'll have to wait until the new prefect takes office."
Regardless of whether the prefect has received any secret orders from above, he dare not act rashly.
I still hope that the new prefect Mr. Su mentioned will make me feel more at ease.
However, now that it has been blocked by the epidemic, we may have to wait a little longer.
We have to wait until the epidemic is over.
The whole family sighed at the same time, and then laughed.
All in all, life is getting better and better, and moving in a good direction.
I have gotten away from the past right and wrong, and the intrigues and deceptions. Although I am a little poorer now, I feel at ease.
Jun Qiulan smiled for a while, then took out the tablet computer and taught his parents how to use it.
They had only seen the phone in Jun Qiulan's hand before.
I don't dare touch it too much. I heard it's very expensive. If it breaks, it will be inconvenient for my son to walk there.
I heard that with this phone, you don’t need to carry money when you go out. You can use your phone to transfer money from your account to the merchant’s account.
It's amazing, and I have no idea what the principle is.
As a result, my son brought back a bigger "mobile phone" today.
Both the husband and wife were heartbroken.
"I had agreed before to buy one for my family. Now that I have more money, I don't mind the money anymore."
Once the filming of "Strategy for a Bastard" is finished, he will be able to get another 20,000 yuan in salary.
I haven't sold fans for a long time, and I have accumulated quite a few. This time I have quite a few fans with engravings.
After waiting for a few days for the online storm to subside, he went out to set up a stall and made a lot of money.
He could say that if things could continue to go smoothly like this, his family would no longer have to worry about their livelihood.
The money you earn should be used to improve your life.
Neither the couple could argue with him, but they were still very happy holding the tablet in their hands. They buried their heads together and studied it for a long time.
Especially watching TV series.
Although my son said that he also wanted to be an actor, he would not be the protagonist, but a passerby who would appear in the big camera.
But when they click on it, they will still look for it deliberately to see if there is any sign of their son.
Jun Qiulan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry at their behavior of staring at the extras instead of paying attention to the leading actors or the plot.
"Dad, Mom, I've only been here for a short time. This TV series took months to shoot, and we still have to do post-production, editing, special effects, and send it for review, which will take another while. How can I expect to see my son so soon?"
Moreover, judging from the background of the drama, it should not have been filmed in the film and television studio where he is currently.
The couple couldn't help but laugh.
Song Xirong said, "It's good to take a closer look and see what my son's work is like there."
Jun Qiulan had previously filmed some videos of another world and brought them back to show his parents, but taking photos or videos was not allowed on the crew, especially during filming, so until now, they still didn't know what kind of job this extra did.
However, in the Bastard's Strategy, he is considered a character, and his parents will be able to see it in the future.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about, and it's good to let your parents know more about you.
Save yourself from constant worrying.
The textbooks given by Uncle Hua were borrowed. He did not bring back all of them, only the two volumes for the first grade.
I took a look while helping my mother light the fire and cook in the kitchen.
Very basic indeed.
It just so happened that he could learn how to type in pinyin. It wasn't the right thing to always write by hand.
One night, Jun Yu held a travel book, Song Xirong held a tablet and watched TV series, and Jun Qiulan held an elementary school textbook and learned knowledge.
In the end, Song Xirong stopped only because her eyes were a little dry. Seeing the father and son concentrating on reading, she thought of Jun Shuwan again.
"I don't know how Wan'er is doing in the General's Mansion."
The antiviral drugs my son sent me were not completely preventable.
There are many people in the general's mansion.
Jun Qiulan put down the book and said, "Mother, Madam Huo will take good care of me because of my advice and the alcohol formula. Don't worry too much."
They sent these things to protect their younger sister, and Mrs. Huo would understand that.
If something happens to my younger sister in the general's mansion, Mrs. Huo may not know how to explain it to them.
"Mom knows, but I just can't help thinking about her."
Wan'er has never been away from her parents for such a long time since she grew up.
Jun Yu also put down the book. "Wan'er is a girl with her own ideas. If she were to live in a small village every day and hardly go out, she would have problems."
I don’t go out to avoid those troubles and those dirty looks.
In the village, there is no way to completely avoid it as long as you go out.
But it was different in the General's Mansion. He had Madam Huo to protect him, and there were maids of the same age to talk to and do things with.
Because of what they offer, they can get some preferential treatment. Apart from not being able to be with their families, there are no disadvantages at all.
"I'm just hoping this epidemic will end soon so Wan'er and Miao'er can come back and stay for a few days."
We were supposed to have a day off every month, but this epidemic has stopped us from going home.
The days that followed were relatively peaceful.
It's just that there is a plague and it's inconvenient to go out.
The plague in the city was under control from the very beginning. People value their lives, and they will naturally obey orders and solutions from their superiors.
By the time the city doctor said the epidemic was over, the harvest season had arrived in the border town.
Strictly speaking, it's a bit late for the harvest.
Because of the epidemic, there is no way. If the food rots in the fields, people will starve to death, but if you get the plague, you may die in a few days and your family may also be affected.
There is no need to choose, most people will still be obedient.
Maybe it’s because the weather has been changeable recently, and now the autumn heat has suddenly returned, and the weather is getting hot again.
The harvest in the fields was slightly affected, but not significantly.
The old farmers gathered in the drying field, sighing that they had never heard of a city being able to control the plague so quickly.
In the past, when we heard news about plague, we would hear about such tragic situations as deserted cities and destroyed villages.
Although many people died from this plague, it was much better than before.
Especially Jun Qiulan’s village.
When the officers and soldiers came to count the number of deaths from the epidemic in the village, they were surprised to find that no one in their village had died from the plague.
The only two funerals that took place were for an old man in the village who died in his sleep due to old age.
"By the way, where does this Jun family live?" one of the soldiers asked. "I have two letters here. They are letters from Miss Jun to her family."
Jun Yu happened to be there too. "We are the only family with the last name Jun in this village. This must be a letter from my daughter."
The officers and soldiers also checked with the head of the village before handing the family letter to Jun Yu. "There's another letter from Miss Qian, saying she lives next door to you. Take them back together."
The epidemic is over, but my daughter didn't come back. Instead, someone sent a letter back?
What's going on?
Looking at the attitude of these officers and soldiers, there is actually some respect for my daughter in their tone?
Jun Yu did not dare to delay and hurried home with the letter.
As soon as he opened the letter, he would have been frightened to death by his daughter if he had not pinched his philtrum.
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