From Middle Age: Leisure Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 86 The fiery red Sarilang

"Photo photography and film photography are different things." Yu Dongqing reminded.

"Does all have the same visibility?" Mingmei said and took out her cell phone: "Look at the photo you took, the choice of light and angle are very good. I dare say that if you are engaged in cinematography in the future, you will definitely take a good shot!"

Before Yu Dongqing could reply, Mingmei said again: "Also, you have to include all the music part of my filming! Brother-in-law, do you have no objection?"

Ouch?

The requirements are getting higher and higher.

"Do you still have to be a martial arts coach, or even play the role of the character in the film in person?" Yu Dongqing asked with a smile.

"I'll be exempted from martial arts coaching. I won't make martial arts movies anyway. As for letting you be an actor, well."

Mingmei looked at Yu Dongqing again.

"My teacher said you are quite talented in acting. If you have a suitable role, you will come to you. You are not allowed to refuse!"

Oh?

This task is full of arrangements.

The fiery sarilang

As passionate as fire

"You guys go, what's the point of dancing at my age?"

It is still a very modern grassland-style folk song, like the original "Fire Red Sarilang" in that time and space, but there are no lyrics.

"Okay, I'm going to continue riding a horse." Mingmei suddenly pulled the reins and the horse neighed, and ran forward suddenly.

Of course, Yu Dongqing was no exception. He held Mingmei with one hand and his daughter Tongtong with the other hand and jumped happily to the rhythm of the music.

In the evening, I attended the local horse fraud banquet for tourists. The horse fraud banquet, which has a history of more than 700 years, was the top feast of the palace in the Yuan Dynasty. It was called the "No. 1 Banquet in the World" and was also called the Zhisun Banquet.

"who?"

"Mom, who said you are old? Look at the Mongolian clothes you are wearing, and people say it is just a girl, how suitable you wear it!" Mingmei smiled.

Of course, this horse-scattering banquet would not be just a pure food. The most interesting thing is the continuous time-travel drama. When the first ritual official read the proverbs of the Holy Lord Genghis Khan, the drama officially began.

Although photography is a very expensive thing, some people jokingly say that "photography is poor for three generations, and SLRs ruin a lifetime." But for families like Ming Hanwen, it is still affordable.

Yu Dongqing nodded frequently after hearing this.

"A bunch of like-minded friends!"

Yu Dongqing is more interested in this ethnic minority culture, but he is just an amateur. Instead, Ming Hanwen, who studies ancient Chinese literature, has a lot of experience in this.

Of course the price is not cheap either, each person is 428 yuan, and the child is halved.

"The Yuan Dynasty poet Sadula once described the scene of the feast of Shangdu, "A flute and Shao rise in the air, and the crystal halls and jade screens; the kings dance to celebrate thousands of officials, holding grapes and longevity, which shows the style at that time."

Everyone has the same hobbies, most of them are retired cadres, and they all come from Yanjing when they ask, and they immediately become familiar with each other as they chat.

"Let's talk about it then." Yu Dongqing replied.

Yu Dongqing once saw the horse-headed fiddle solo by Qi Baoligao, the master of horse-headed fiddle playing. The scene was simply shocking.

When she was changing into Mongolian clothing, Liu Huiyan originally chose a dress that was elegant but slightly old-fashioned for middle-aged women, but Mingmei insisted on letting her mother wear Mongolian girl clothing like her, and also wore a red tassel-tagned hat ornament.

I was inevitably scolded by my mother, but Mingmei didn't care at all. She hugged her mother with a smile and said, "It's okay, why don't I take you to ride a horse for a walk?"

After riding the horse and playing archery, Mingmei returned to the bed and breakfast by the lake with satisfaction. At this time, Ming Hanwen also came back and was also very happy.

"Brother-in-law, come and chase me." Mingmei giggled while riding on a horse.

ah?

It turned out that while Ming Hanwen was taking photos with a tripod, several photography enthusiasts also carrying "photo guns and cannons" came to show off their posture by the lake.

"Good thing, Dad, you often communicate and learn with them, and your photography technology will make rapid progress." Yu Dongqing supported it first.

"Huiyan, do you know who I met today?"

Unrestrained as fire

"Wolflesh, after Kublai Khan moved his capital to Yanjing, the Yuan Dynasty implemented the "two-duty patrol system" with Dadu as the capital and Shangdu was the Xia capital. Every April, the emperor went to Shangdu to escape the summer heat and sacrifice, and returned to Dadu when the autumn was cool in August and September."

Yu Dongqing didn't dare to be as crazy as hers. She rode her daughter all the way, and took her daughter around for a long time back to the place. Mingmei had already gotten off the horse.

After the celebrant sang the ancient "Praise of the Whole Sheep", a "drinking" ceremony was held. Everyone on the table picked up a silver bowl, dipped it with the ring finger of his right hand, sprinkled it in the air, sprinkled it in the earth, sprinkled it on the earth, and sprinkled it on his forehead to respect his ancestors. After respecting the heaven, respecting the earth, and respecting the ancestors, everyone drank and enjoyed it. The beautiful "palace maids" began to perform mysterious and beautiful dances.

However, the four horse-headed fiddles were also exciting. Drinking horse milk wine, eating roasted lamb, listening to the sound of the piano, I felt that this trip was worthwhile.

The tune was very cheerful and unrestrained. Yu Dongqing heard it, which was a bit like the original "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping" of the original time and space.

In the past, this father-in-law liked Jing and not moved. After retirement, he had been out to drink tea with a few friends, and most of the time he spent hiding in his study reading, and at most practiced swords in the yard. Fortunately, he entrusted the task of picking up his granddaughter to go home from kindergarten after school to him.

"Dad, mom, brother-in-law, Tongtong, let's go dance." Mingmei couldn't help but said.

Finally, Ming Hanwen said excitedly.

After the performance, the tourists were greeted with warm applause. An old man dressed in Mongolian said a lot in Mongolian language. Naturally, the tour guide translated it and said that he hoped that all the distinguished guests here would sing and dance with everyone and perform the show.

Ming Hanwen relied on her identity and could not sing and dance with her hands, but Liu Huiyan refused.

The most beautiful flowers on the grassland

"One of them is the vice president of the City Retired Cadre Photography Association, and I was invited to join their association!"

It turned out that Yu Dongqing didn't like this song "The Red Sarilang". He thought that he was wearing the garment of grassland ethnic style. It was actually a Douyin divine song, but now he listened to the similar rhythm and suddenly felt that it was quite nice.

Otherwise, it is better for you to go out without going out of the main door or step out of the second door. It is good for you to go out frequently.

The last program is a cemetery folk song with four horse-headed fiddles, and four Mongolian girls dancing gracefully.

"Fare Horse Banquet" and "Fare Horse" in Chinese have no relationship with "Fare Horse". "Fare Horse" is Mongolian, which refers to a whole animal that has lost its hair; "Fare Horse" is also Mongolian, which means that those attending the banquet must wear clothes of the same color awarded by the court. In other words, this palace is to wear Mongolian costumes and drink wine and eat meat in big mouthfuls.

"During this period, all the government departments also followed the officials to handle government affairs. In Shangdu, the royal family held a banquet to entertain the ministers of the clan. This inner court banquet was a horse-deception banquet. It was the highest-standard, largest and longest state banquet at that time. It usually lasted for three days and three nights. Marco Polo also recorded it in his travel notes."

The most stubborn one was so stubborn that his daughter had to drag him to the center of the tent and sang and dance with a large group of tourists.

A lovely person

I have her in my heart.

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