My 1995 Small Farm

At the southern foot of the Daqin Mountains, the scenery here is even better than that of Jiangnan.

Several expatriates from the Journey to the West crew were from the south. As far as they were concerned, they were really surprised when they first arrived.

One of them even had an authentic Jiangnan woman who lamented the scenery in front of her: "It's Xiaoyangchun in October in the Qinling Mountains. It's so beautiful that one can hardly tell whether it's spring or autumn."

yes.

At the foot of the Qinling Mountains, although it is not evergreen and full of vitality all year round, the four seasons are distinct. It seems that there are painters from many schools here. Using the Qinling Mountains as paper, you sing and I come on stage, splashing your own rich colors on this land. , leaving streaks of stunning colors.

 It’s breathtakingly beautiful.

This thrilling feeling comes from the unique colorfulness of autumn in the Qinling Mountains.

Just like an oil painting, it is bright, with thick tones, thick ink and rich colors, and it is even more dazzling.

A few people were attracted by the scenery in front of them. They couldn't wait to get out of the car before they reached the village.

 The sun has not risen too high in the morning.

Looking towards the mountains and forests in the distance, white mist floats elegantly along the rolling mountainside in the cool and moist morning breeze...

　　strand by strand, as thin as a veil, as light as catkins.

 People who live in the mountains will know that autumn fog is not as thick as spring fog or summer fog.

 It doesn’t wait for the sun to shine before it turns into rain and dew.

The autumn fog only stayed briefly in the morning light. After purifying the air, it quietly dissipated among the mountains and forests, and even the looming hazy shadows could not be seen.

 In fact, at this time, the fog gradually became lighter.

If you look carefully at this time, you can see a group of egrets flapping their wings from the branches where they are perching, passing through the fog curtain, and swimming in groups along the fields and rivers.

 In the open fields, after the autumn harvest, wheat was sown, and now tender green seedlings have grown.

Let’s get closer, the wider dirt roads and winding paths crisscross the fields.

Yellow cattle were led out one by one, followed by an old man wearing a bamboo hat, mooing and walking slowly towards the river bend.

 Make this small village seem more and more peaceful.

A few people couldn't help but slow down when they saw the scene in front of them. Even the driver slowed down and even opened the car window and took a deep breath of the fresh air here, as if intoxicated by it.

 “Look, what are they doing in the mountains?”

Suddenly, the literary and artistic lady from Jiangnan saw two groups of villagers, male and female, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs and sacks tied around their waists, heading west along two dirt roads.

 I became excited all of a sudden.

“Look, are they going to pick mushrooms in the mountains? Or dig for medicinal materials?”

“Sister, please don’t shout. Look, there are villagers behind with guns. It must be more than just picking mushrooms and herbs. I guess they are going hunting.

It's autumn now. When we came here last time, we heard people say that hunting is not allowed in spring and summer, and the wild beasts in the mountains are mating and breeding.

 It’s okay in autumn and winter. "

"Nonsense, how could it be hunting? How could anyone hunt with a basket on his back?"

“It can’t be about digging mushrooms. How can anyone dig up mushrooms and carry a gun?”

A man and a woman in the crew got into an argument, leaving the rest of the crew speechless: “Good guy, you two are already quarreling over this matter before we even enter the village.

It’s not like there’s no one in the village, so just ask someone. "

As he was talking, someone happened to come over. It was Chen Ze’s father, Lao Niwai.

He walked up to them with a smile and asked them what they were doing. Are they here to play or to meet someone?

The members of the Journey to the West crew hurriedly asked to see Chen Ling, and asked the villagers why they went into the mountains with guns and baskets.

"That's where we went to pick wild fruits. There is a cannery in Huangni Town that has grown up with Fugui. This year, we will help process the endless wild fruits picked in the mountains to provide additional income for us mountain people."

“Hey, this matter is in the news and newspapers. Since you came to the village to look for wealth, don’t you know about this?”

"I know, I know. We knew it as soon as the news came out. It turned out that they were picking wild fruits. We thought they were doing something else. We also saw someone with a gun and thought they were hunting, but it didn't look like it."

"Haha, if you bring a gun, there are blind bears in the mountains. It is said that there are also leopards and lynxes. How can you defend yourself without a gun?"

 Lao Niwai didn't think it was dangerous when he talked about it, but he talked about the recent events in the village very proudly.

It is said that celebrities and professors have come to the village and they are becoming more and more famous. If there is any situation in the mountains, there is no need to report it to the county. The county itself has sent the guns over and organized a hunting team to raid the mountains. Circle, to ensure safety and so on.

 “Have you gone then?”

“Fuck you, there are no dedicated hunters in their group, let alone the wealth and wealth of our village...”

Then he bragged about hunting wolves and leopards, training eagles and tigers, and leading weasels to catch deer. Some of these things were so repeated that Chen Ling was so embarrassed that he wanted to hide away.

 But these outsiders listened with interest.

 Mainly to match the beautiful scenery here. In the past, I only listened to it as a story, and those pictures only existed in my mind and were limited to fantasy. But now I have come to the scene, and I have a direct comparison with reality, and it has been implemented in reality.

 When I listen to these stories again, I won’t feel so unrealistic anymore, I will feel more exciting, and I will become more curious and admired about Chen Ling himself.

“Actually, go and ask around. Who doesn’t have some stories about every hunter who makes a living in the mountains?”

Lao Niwai was holding the cigarette given to him by the driver, with a slightly narrow smile on his dark and rough old face: "Fugui's kid is different, his grandma's, this kid is so courageous, he dares to do anything in the mountains, so can you. I’ve heard about leopards, tigers, lynxes, and old pig spirits, so let’s not talk about that. Just saying that he dared to go down to the wolf cave with his father-in-law and two people, but ordinary people can’t do it... Our village professor also wrote article…"

This old man became more and more energetic as he talked.

It's no fun to tell people in the village, how can it be interesting to brag to outsiders?

 Seeing him getting more and more excited as he talks, it does become more and more exciting as he talks.

　　These people from the Journey to the West crew asked him to take them to Chen Ling's house outside the village.

 Along the road at the far west end of the village, we just turned past Er Donkey’s home. We didn’t go far, and we didn’t even reach the grove of the wheat field.

I saw a sturdy black dog with a tuft of white hair on its chest, leading several wolfdogs, and a **** with a milk bag on her chest and abdomen wandering around in the fields.

 Farther on the hillside, a group of ponies and sheep were grazing.

Perhaps these dogs are guarding them.

But when he saw strange vehicles and people, the black dog pricked up his ears alertly, widened his eyes, looked at them seriously, and twitched his nose in the air a few times.

Then they barked a few times, and the other dogs all looked up and looked here. They tilted their heads and glanced twice, then didn't care and continued running and having fun in the fields, continuing to do whatever they were supposed to do.

 “His dog is still so scary.”

The driver tensed up for a moment, then relaxed after seeing that the dogs didn't rush over, and murmured in a low voice.

Hearing what he said, his companions asked curiously: "Could it be... Is this the dog king Heiwa? The dog who is going to be filmed in the cartoon?"

“No, this is the child of the **** dog Heiwa and the wolf. No, it should be said that these are all. Heiwa is much bigger than the black dog.

For those of you who have seen the photos, why can’t you tell them apart? "

“Who can tell the difference between a dog and a human?”

 “You’re really good at this…”

Upon seeing this, Lao Nai Wai chuckled: "This is the second black guy from a wealthy family. The older he gets, the more he likes to meddle in other people's business. You said you didn't stay for a few days last time, but you may not have heard of it from anyone.

Our village calls this dog Dog the Village Chief and Dog Party Secretary.

 They just remembered your smell.

If you dare to mess around in the village, they won't watch. "

  The old man started talking loudly again.

Erhei can indeed be called another wonder of Chenwangzhuang.

The way it looks worried all day long makes people laugh when they see it. Even sometimes when the old people are in a good mood one day, they will greet it when they see it on the road, such as "Is Erhei busy?", "Are you going to the market in Erhei?"...

If someone who doesn’t know anything sees it, they might think it’s a psychopath in a village.

Mainly when facing these people greeting them, Erhei would sometimes pay attention, sometimes ignore them, and just run away without even looking at them.

“There are so many weird things happening here.”

　　After hearing what Lao Niwai said, the group of people were also dumbfounded. Even looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers outside the village, they felt that the colorful scenery seemed to have become fantastic.

The driver drove slowly and said from a professional perspective: "A dog like this is suitable for making cartoons, just like a character in a fairy tale book."

“Yes, Hei Wa and Xiao Jin are smarter than Er Hei Ling.”

At this time, they passed the wheat field and walked not far from Erhei and the others. Lao Niwai laughed and shouted: "Erhei, are you coming out to herd sheep so early?"

Erhei, who was running down the slope, suddenly turned his head when he heard the shouting, barked a few times at Lao Niwai's dissatisfied bark, then turned around and continued working with the dogs.

Lao Niwai saw a few people in the crew who were eager to try, and passed on his experience: "Actually, I did this on purpose. I greeted Erhei and wanted him to ignore you. You just have to say the wrong thing on purpose, otherwise he won't even look at you.

 They are not actually herding sheep at the moment.

 It's about catching rabbits and ground rats at the bottom of the slope.

 The rich usually don’t give them food, they have to find food outside.

 Looking at the flocks of sheep and horses is all incidental. "

Seeing the people who were dumbfounded again, Lao Niwai laughed loudly: "This dog is so virtuous. From now on, when you get to know each other in the village, you will know what is going on here if you deliberately make a small mistake."

But remember not to go too far and bully old people and children. "

As the group listened to Lao Niwai's talk, they felt that their horizons had been opened even before they arrived at the farm. This place was so different from other villages.

When we finally arrived at the farm, we saw that it was also very lively.

The tall, white, and gentle young man did not look like a farmer. He was wearing rags and rain boots. He was standing in the crowd, wiping sweat with his sleeves.

Next to it were some men and women, and some children cheering for joy. As soon as I got closer, my ears were filled with their laughter.

“What are you doing, Fugui, so early in the morning?” Lao Ni walked over with his hands clasped behind his back, “Another stranger from outside came to see you, asking you to play Sun Hou’er.”

 “Uncle Naiwai.”

Chen Ling smiled when he saw the old man, and then nodded to several people on the Journey to the West crew as a greeting, and motioned to his father-in-law to disperse the cigarettes.

 He was holding his hands at the moment. He had just delivered the baby muntjac, which was inconvenient.

“Hey, this little thing has given birth to a baby? Look at this little one, it looks like a kitten.”

I saw a group of little kids standing on tiptoes, stepping on things and looking inside beside the wall of the livestock pen. Ruirui leaned in Liang Hongyu's arms to get in, and Lao Niwai also went over to take a look.

At this glance, in a nest of dead grass and dry leaves, you can see a miniature deer-like muntjac, the size of a lamb, and next to its belly is a small thing with a similar appearance.

Lao Niwai’s description is correct, it’s really only a little bigger than a kitten.

 “Don’t look down upon it for being small, this thing grows very fast.”

 Chen Ling said with a smile. At this moment, people from the Journey to the West crew had come over to watch.

 Two ladies have stars in their eyes.

 Obviously, miniature deer like little muntjac are very attractive to them.

As for the man, after taking a few glances, he stared at Heiwa and Xiaojin, then looked around the little green horse, and then praised them.

 After seeing the little green horse, I asked Chen Ling about the two bald men.

 Chen Ling only said that this season there are no crops to block the way, pheasants and rabbits are easy to catch, and the two bald men flew out and did not come back.

 He did not deliberately fool people.

　　When he first returned home three days ago, Erbaldie showed up once.

Chen Ling knew that it had taught those who followed it that night.

I also know that I followed him out several times, flying farther, broadening his horizons, and becoming wilder.

 He has no intention of blocking or changing, everything is as it is.

These **** men were greatly disappointed when they heard this.

 In their minds, riding a horse, setting up a hawk, and hunting with a dog is the most satisfying thing.

The autumn harvest happened to be over. They didn't say anything when they came, but they were looking forward to this in their hearts.

 Then I became very interested in weasels, and after asking around for a while, I couldn’t figure out how such a small thing like a weasel could catch a deer.

 After asking again and again, I am still confused.

I went to see the sika deer with doubts, and then saw the skeleton of the Wild Boar King. The driver had already been here once before, but this time I still felt that everything was very novel.

"By the way, Lao Zhou from the Water Margin crew has also brought people here. The car broke down on the road and is being repaired. I guess he will be here in the next two days."

 This is talking about Zhou Weijun.

 Chen Ling was not surprised when he heard this, and just shook his head: "His shabby car, he told me several times...the crew over there is a bit stingy."

 Actually, this is just a simple joke.

He is very familiar with the people on the Water Margin crew. Last time he called, he almost knew half of the crew.

The members of the Journey to the West crew felt very proud after hearing this: "That's right. After all, our Journey to the West is famous. Who doesn't know about Monkey King?"

The key is that we shot well, and we can really carry the name of the masterpiece.

No, the previous filming has been completed, and there is enough money to make the sequel. The director has said that it is no big deal if it can be solved with money.

 Brother Chen, we really showed our sincerity when we came this time. "

“Yes, you can choose between the Dragon Prince of the West Sea and the Dapeng King, or you can play them both.”

“Brother, you don’t know, the girl who plays the Peacock Princess is very beautiful, her eyes lit up when she saw your photo.”

“Not only the Peacock Princess, but those who play the female fairies are also rushing to see Brother Chen’s photos.”

It is not unusual for the cast of Journey to the West to change actors, but because the actors are good at acting, their acting is very real, and they blend well with the plot, the audience cannot tell the difference.

Chen Ling was very confused after hearing this: "Why...why was I chosen? It's okay to find two people on the crew to take over. I'm just a layman, a layman."

 He wanted to have a good performance, but since he was not a professional after all, he was afraid that the performance would be bad and the classic would be ruined.

“You’d better go ahead, brother, and bring your eagle. The director saw you and the eagle you raised, and he really wants you to play the role of the Dapeng Eagle with the eagle.”

 “Don’t worry, your eagle also has a performance fee.”

　　　…”

 Chen Ling rolled his eyelids and almost couldn't hold it back. I just said it, I just said it. Why did you fall in love with me?

 It turns out that I still have a crush on the two bald men in my family.

 In fact, according to the original filming of the Dapeng Eagle, with the temperament of transforming from a monster into a human form, Chen Ling was just right to play it.

 But he didn't want to go through the trouble of running so far.

The crew of Journey to the West wouldn't follow him like they did in the tiger-fighting scenes in Water Margin, and come all the way to the village to film him.

“You have come here twice, and you are filming a famous book like Journey to the West. I can arrange for the show to be performed, so I can forget about it myself.”

 “Is this okay?”