On a dark night, heavy snow flies.

The two crews are still present, and there are 20 or 30 people in total.

From old actors, seniors, first-tier and second-tier stars, directors, and venues, cameramen, props, stylists, and group calculations, regardless of gender or identity, they sat in such a shabby alley, burying their faces into a mixed bag of rice piecing together.

There was a faint tit-for-tat atmosphere at the dining table, and there was a little intrigue.

Before the director finished drinking a bowl of porridge, he saw the assistant director who had just drunk half a bowl of porridge picked up the entire wooden barrel and carefully scraped the bottom of the pot.

Several actors next to him were staring at him and were ready to move, looking at his posture, it seemed that he was about to pounce on him and grab him.

"As for it? I said, don't you guys?"

The director hummed twice, "What can you eat? Just your tongue, the state banquet is placed in front of you, three words - delicious! The rice cooked by an ordinary chef is placed in front of you, and there is meat, which is also delicious. Cook a bowl of instant noodles yourself, and it still tastes like one word, it smells good! What can you eat!"

By the way, the director made some sense.

For most ordinary people, they can certainly taste whether the food is delicious or not. Of course, it is difficult to adjust. Some people think it is delicious, while others may not think it is so delicious.

The high-end food ingredients made by them, and the food made by serious chefs with good skills, may be included in their mouths as the word "delicious".

As for how big the gap is, it is probably impossible to tell, but they are all delicious anyway.

In the past, all these actors thought so.

Everyone is alive to eat grass. How big is the difference between the grass cooked by any chef? Anyway, as long as they can eat normal meals, the five-star hotel chefs are not much different from those made by their family.

But today is different.

In the alley, in the snow and ice, the thick white porridge in two wooden barrels, a spoonful of them opened their taste buds in an instant, and the fatigue of the day disappeared.

Several actors seemed to have returned to their childhood and ate the porridge cooked by their mothers. It was not only delicious, but also an indescribable sense of security and happiness.

Like Sun Zhenzhen, since she graduated from college, she has been living a life every day, and is homeless. She has changed jobs several times. Finally, she has worked with her connections and became an actor. Every day, every month, she eats like not eating. She doesn’t know she is hungry and doesn’t know how to fill her up. No matter what food it is, it’s a flavor of cooking. How can I know it’s delicious?

Only today, I have been satisfied with eating and having fun with eating. I have eaten a bowl and thought about the second bowl.

The heroine in their crew, the young lady who is said to eat fine and fine food, is very fast, and she is also snatching porridge with her today.

Yang Yuying's small props in the crew took a left look and glanced at the right: "By the way, you guys are either big stars or big directors, are you decent?"

At this moment, the wind was blowing and the snow was still falling. A group of actors unbuttoned a few of their clothes, looked at each other without feeling cold at all.

"Can you eat decent food?"

I believe that all reserved handsome men and beautiful women can chew reserved and eat delicious porridge into their stomachs when they meet the top delicacies cooked by Miss Yang.

After filming for the next half month, the three crews naturally became quite harmonious in this film and television city.

Yin Feng was cheated by the company's people. Most of the people he found were novices, had no experience, and was short of actors. Now he is doing a good neighborly and friendly manner well. Whenever the other two crew members have time, they always rush to come to help the top leader.

Thinking of people eating and drinking, they can’t eat and drink for nothing, otherwise it would be fine if they arrived a day or two. If they went to eat freely every day, it would be very rude.

Yang Yuying suddenly felt that the burden on her body became much lighter.

The shooting is also going smoother.

The directors of the other two crews were also very happy. I have to say that people are really a creature that is easily affected by the group. The actors who often complain about being tired and occasionally intrigue under the stage will inevitably change after seeing their concentration, hard work and hard work.

As a director, he is like a helmsman, who runs a ship with everyone in his own position. The crew work together, and the boat will naturally be easy and smooth. If everyone cannot tie together and work hard to one place, the ship may be spinning in the middle of the sea, making it difficult to move forward, and even the danger of capsizing.

The directors of the other two crews couldn't help but sigh from their hearts: "I really met a good neighbor!"

Yang Yuying: There are still many good people in the world, everyone is a good person and is very good at serving the people.

Because Yin Feng's attitude of saving money and saving lunch boxes was too weird. When Yang Yuying found out that she would shoot a movie in the film and television city here for several months, the first thing she did was to first transform a kitchen that was enough to use. She would be responsible for three meals a day in the future. She could not only save money, but also keep the lambs doing their best to work hard, killing multiple kills in one fell swoop.

Now this kitchen has made great contributions.

Two or three meals a day, there is no need to delicacies. Just a little home-cooked stir-fry can fool other people's makeup artists, photographers, and actors to help them. They don't spend a penny, which is simply too cost-effective.

Although the actors' pay now has become less exaggerated than before, most of them are still heavyweight investments.

Yang Yuying took a pot of porridge and coaxed the actors from two crews and worked for her for free. If this matter broke out, the best investor this year would be Miss Yang.

This day, early morning.

Yang Yuying just sat the pot on the stove and added water. The beauties and handsome guys in the crew next to her stared at this side, waiting for the smoke to swell. The director's cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

The one who called was Zhang Xingxing.

Director Xu was also puzzled, but when he heard that this was Yang Yuying's son, he didn't care about whether to shoot closed or not, so he quickly ran all the way to the kitchen.

"Mom, oh, I'm here in Weitun. Come and save me. I was accidentally hit by a car and my legs were broken. I couldn't move at all. Mom, help!"

Although Zhang Xingxing is young, his voice is usually very cold. Today, when this small voice with a slightly crying sound comes out, it is quite pleasing.

Director Xu was shocked, and several actors around him were also shocked.

Yin Feng sat aside with the bowl in his hand and said nothing. Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo stood up together: "I'm driving!" "Go quickly."

Yang Yuying chuckled: "Well, don't worry, I can take a ride."

Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo didn't have to film today. They took the bag without saying a word, and were worried about needing cash, so they quickly borrowed all the cash from the entire crew.

No one brought much money on them, so they raised 13,000 yuan after half a day.

Sun Zhenzhen: "Why don't you go to the bank first?"

"Here you come."

A carriage arrived slowly.

These two horses are very handsome, with someone as tall as someone, with snow-white fur, almost exactly the same, and their eyes are very clear.

The carriage is also carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is quite gorgeous and has a wide and comfortable carriage.

Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo really like it. If you go on a trip when you have nothing to do, it would be so beautiful if you sit there, but you will take a carriage... to Weitun?

Yang Yuying jumped onto the carriage with one step.

Sun Zhenzhen and Zheng Yinuo followed in a confused manner.

...

Weitun is located more than 300 kilometers east of the film and television city. It used to be a remote countryside. A few years ago, several anchors of adventure programs came to explore, and they made several archways and towers in Weitun, which made them a little nickname.

There are no regular tour groups coming, but occasionally some wild tour guides will bring groups to experience the farm life in Weitun.

This area belongs to a mountainous area and is an old village with a history of hundreds of years. Many houses have been around for a long time, which can attract many tourists who like the quaint smell.

People often like to stay for a week and a half and enjoy the rural scenery, and the nearby villagers gradually improve.

However, in the past two years, tourism has emerged in various places. The business environment in Weitun is not good, no one invests, and the villagers are not making a big deal in small matters, and the number of tourists is decreasing. The villagers have returned to the days when they used to be judging the weather and have no spare money. They suddenly couldn't stand it, and all kinds of evil ways have increased.

Wei Da and Wei Sanliang squatted at the entrance of the village and whispered to the boys: "Just at the old dragon head, you all are more alert and tell you, this woman is a tough guy this time, and she has good kung fu. I guess that one person can beat seven or eight, and our staff must be sufficient."

Zhang Xingxing frowned and stood on the haystack, feeling itchy all over his body and feeling uncomfortable everywhere.

This is what he wouldn't have been like such a dirty place now.

Wei Da glanced at him and sneered: "You are just something that is not a thing. Who can I show you a noble face? Even my own mother cheated on you. This is just for money. Otherwise, who will I hammer to death first?"

Zhang Xingxing gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know? Is she my mother? If she is my mother, why would she hurt me? If she really feels sorry for me, can she be stingy with her own skills?"

Wei Da glanced at him, too lazy to say more.

His father, mother, a son and a foolish daughter, he spends more than 8,000 yuan a month on medicine and even savings. He hopes that the two of them will live. Now, for the sake of money, he doesn't care about his conscience.

Regardless of whether this kid is a snake or a rat, he will get the money down to the point after finishing the business!

"Go!"

Wei Da led a group of brothers to the old dragon head, and no one cared about Zhang Xingxing.

Lao Longtou is the only road outside the entrance of the village where cars can be opened. It was also the road that the village raised funds to build when tourism was booming.

As soon as Wei Da and his group walked to Lao Longtou, they saw a woman in the distance, carrying her backpack and walking lightly.

He took out his phone and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so fast. Oh, it's a pity that all parents in the world. Those who are mothers in the world can work hard for their sons."

How long does it take? The person is here.

Wei Dayi waved his hand, and a smiley face came out from behind, looking very kind, just like a middle-aged man who looked exactly like Maitreya in the temple.

Wei San reminded: "Be careful, I heard that it's really a tough guy. I read some information and videos about her. Good guy, absolutely real kung fu."

Fatty Zheng lit up his head, carried the basket on his back and walked over with a big stride.

"Hey, big girl, are you here for a trip? Oh, you don't know. It rained two days ago and the mountain road ahead became more and more difficult. Don't go forward."

As he said this, he leaned up, kissed Yang Yuying's shoulders, put her shoulders together and said a few words. Yang Yuying obediently followed him into the path next to him.

Wei Da tsk, "Oh, there are always more fools in the world than smart people. No matter how good your martial arts are and how capable you have, you can't do it, that's really not good. Brothers, work!"

Soon, a few people rushed over.

There is a dilapidated temple next to the trail. Yang Yuying sat on the chair with her eyes closed. The fat man sharpened the knife while sighing: "Don't blame us. When we cut your hand for a while, we will cut you as much as possible. Look at this knife, I will sharpen it for you. I will disinfect you."

Wei laughed and said, "Fatty, you really have a Bodhisattva heart."

The fat man shook his head: "It's not, it's not. If we have done our job, how can we have the face to offer to the Bodhisattva? But we have no grudges with other girls. For money, it's just that if we do a better job, it's the same money. If we do it better, the little girl may be able to take her hands back when she goes to the hospital, leaving some sequelae. It's better than losing an arm."

He picked up a bottle of alcohol and poured it onto a knife. After pouring it, he walked over, grabbed Yang Yuying's arm with one hand and gestured back and forth.

"etc."

Wei Da rolled his eyes and took out a hemp rope from behind the door, "Tie it first, who knows if your medicine is strong enough? If she wakes up and goes crazy, my brother will break one and a half of them here, but it will be a big loss."

The rope was tied up seven or eight times in a row, and the fat man then whispered another sip of alcohol, saying, "All gods and Bodhisattvas of all walks of life, although they are not authentic, they are just instructed by others. We are the swords in their hands. If you want to discuss the guilt, you can give some lighter punishment."

Wei Da also folded his hands together and bowed: "All mountain gods, city gods, all the eyes, look carefully. The boy named Zhang outside is the culprit. He is not a bastard. At most, we are just to ask for food and support our wife and children. We have to do it. Don't let brothers go to the 18th level hell, please come on."

Outside the window, on the high treetops, Wen Huan glared at them with a bulging face and looked down at the Land Lord: "If they don't let them be kept in the eighteenth floor hell for 800 years, I will not be named Wen. If I do such evil things, I dare to talk about gods and Buddhas. I have such a courage."
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