Start with the script killing shop

Feng Guihua began to tell Jiang Qi about the memories she remembered.

Unlike Old John who only remembered some inexplicably scattered fragments of memories when he was promoted to two stars, Feng Guihua's memories were mostly complete and could be connected together.

Old John's memory is like a jigsaw puzzle. Every time he thinks of something, some irrelevant pictures are put together. The most critical pieces are hidden at the end. You have to wait until the three stars rise to know what the jigsaw puzzle is.

Feng Guihua's memory is like a picture scroll, but this picture scroll unfolds slowly from the end to the end step by step. It is indeed a bit troublesome to read backwards, but it is not difficult to understand.

The memory Feng Guihua recalled could be summed up in one sentence as the difficult middle-aged years.

The world that Feng Guihua belongs to is basically similar to the world that Jiang Qi belongs to now. It can be regarded as a parallel world with not much difference. Except for the Taoist priests and ghosts, and the rule that people cannot become spirits after the founding of the country, it is a normal world.

Feng Guihua was born in 1931 and died in 2012. Most of his life was spent in hard work.

"It was really hard at that time." Feng Guihua said with a nostalgic look on her face. "My old man is a standard farmer. He doesn't know a few Chinese characters and knows nothing but farming. He is still too timid to go to the city to pick up crops. I am afraid of being cheated or being robbed on the road. If I had not accommodated him when I got older, I would have gone to the city with my eldest son to enjoy the happiness. "

"Back then I was beautiful, capable, and very strong. I could pick grains, go to the fields, and was very handy. I didn't have to worry about sewing, mending, or making clothes. Any girl in the village who wanted to make new clothes for her marriage would ask me to do it. "

"I also have a good voice and can sing beautifully. If any family from far and wide has a happy event, they would like to invite me to come and sing with my voice."

"How come my old man is so lucky to marry me?"

Jiang Qi:......

Grandma Feng, memories are memories. Isn’t she praising herself a bit too much?

When other people think of their past memories, they all lament the unsatisfactory life. Why is it Grandma Feng's turn to lament that she is too good?

"But my old Zhou family is really good." Grandma Feng changed the subject and began to praise her husband's advantages.

Under Grandma Feng's rambling and detailed explanation, Jiang Qi roughly understood the difference between Feng Guihua's world and his own world.

The world to which Feng Guihua belongs was founded relatively late.

Feng Guihua's world was not founded until she was forty years old. Before that, it was a parallel Republic of China with chaos and warlord rule. It's better than Wang Xinghua's world parallel to the Republic of China. At least Feng Guihua's side has no evil cultivators, only orthodox Taoist priests.

The Taoist priests in Feng Guihua's world are all extremely powerful. They are like knights, traveling to the ends of the earth with swords, and helping each other whenever possible when encountering injustice. They have a good reputation among the people, and ordinary people like to ask Taoist priests for help with everything.

However, the turmoil in the outside world has nothing to do with Feng Guihua. The village where she and her husband live is in the mountains, and roads were not built until the 1980s. Before going there, one had to walk on mountain roads for at least 3 to 4 days to get out of the village and into the city. This is why Feng Guihua's wife was unwilling to work in the city.

The journey is really far, and there is a high probability of encountering bandits. There is no need to risk your life just for a few months' wages during the slack period.

Because they did not dare to leave the village to earn extra money, Feng Guihua's family could only open up wasteland and cultivate land.

In Feng Guihua's current memory, neither she nor her husband had any relatives. Feng Guihua guessed that both of them might be orphans. Based on their birth years, the probability of being orphans was quite high.

Because there is no help from elders, brothers and sisters in the family, we have to rely on ourselves to open up wasteland. With only one and a half strong laborers at home (Feng Guihua counts as half), Mr. Zhou almost single-handedly reclaimed more than 20 acres of farmland and worked hard every day.

Get up at dawn and go to work in the fields while it's still cool. Rest for an hour or two when the sun is at its strongest at noon, and then work in the bright sun until the sun completely sets. You can't go home until you can't see anymore.

Under such high-intensity labor year after year, Feng Guihua and Old Man Zhou raised their three children and gave them the best life they could, and finally stayed in the village to enjoy their old age.

"You young people may not know how precious the new cloth was at that time." Feng Guihua said with a bit of embarrassment, "But the worlds on our two sides are different, and many things cannot be converted in equal amounts."

"We will have smartphones before we die. Alas, even if I die a few years later, I might still be able to play VR games. I don't know if my old man will be able to play them."

Jiang Qi: "...Is it possible that Grandpa Zhou doesn't like playing games very much?"

Jiang Qi had just heard Feng Guihua say so much. He felt that in addition to working, Old Zhou used the radio to listen to operas in his life. Even with the advent of smart phones, he still likes to listen to operas on the radio, which is far less popular than Feng Guihua.

"Where did I just say? Oh, Boo, you don't know how much the people in the village envied me."

"My old Zhou will use the money he saves from selling grain every year to ask people in the village who go to the city to work in winter to bring him a new piece of cloth. Every year, he buys a new piece of cloth for me to make clothes. I have new clothes every year!"

"Even the village chief's daughter can't have new clothes every year. It would be nice for her father to buy her a new red headband every year."

"My old Zhou would save eggs for me to eat, and would go to the river to catch fish for me in the summer. This old guy always thinks about me no matter what good thing he has, and he doesn't think about who usually works the hardest. He always thinks about me. He only eats it when I’m angry.”

"In the end, I got the medical report and was diagnosed with cancer. He was still secretly wiping his tears at home and said that he shouldn't have eaten those eggs when he was young. If he had left them all for me, I wouldn't have gotten sick."

As she spoke, Feng Guihua's eyes turned red, and she complained with a smile: "I told him to read more when he has free time, and don't listen to the radio all day long."

"What does my illness have to do with the eggs I had when I was young?"

Just when Feng Guihua was about to choke, Kua Kua teleported over.

"Boss!" Kua Kua appeared in Jiang Qi's office wearing his chef's uniform. Seeing that Feng Guihua was there, he said hello politely.

"Hello, Grandma Feng."

Then Kua Kua looked at Jiang Qi and said excitedly: "Boss, the grass we planted has grown out. The fresh grass is the freshest and tenderest. Mr. Huang and I have learned to use the air fryer to make cakes in the past few days. , do you want me to make a strawberry cake for you?"

"Or grass juice will also work. I still have some red fruits in my bag, and I can make red grass soup for you." I said with a boastful face that I was ready.

Jiang Qi, whose thoughts were completely interrupted:...

Jiang Qi began to think seriously about whether it was better to drink a drink, eat cake, or drink soup.

After thinking for a minute, Jiang Qi said he wanted them all.

"Everyone has one." Jiang Qi said very politely, "Can you boast that you have a kitchen that you can use?"

"Yes." Kua Kua nodded, "Mr. Huang gave me the kitchen in Wei Xian Building."

Jiang Qi nodded. Weixian Tower is generally not open. When it opens depends on Huang Fugui's mood. It is really suitable for Kua Kua who can teleport.

Feng Guihua's longing for her wife was instantly diluted. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Kua Kua: "Can you give me a piece to try too?"

"Of course, leave it to me!" Kua Kua walked away happily.

Seeing Kua Kua leave, Feng Guihua felt that it was not good for her to just sit in the boss's office and wait for food. She wondered if she should find some work and find a restaurant to cook some rice pudding for the benefit of tourists.

Thinking like this, Feng Guihua stood up, patted the wrinkles on her clothes and planned to go to work.

"Grandma Feng." Jiang Qi called Feng Guihua, "Do you still want to be a singer?"

Feng Guihua was stunned, thought for a moment, and nodded affirmatively: "I think so."

"I want it even more than before."

Jiang Qi said he understood, and after Feng Guihua left, he started calling Gong Ye.

"Hey, Palace Director."

"Long time no see, long time no see. How is your bar business lately?"

"No, no, I'm not asking you to hold a party at the bar."

"It's really not true. You can't even give me a 50% discount...50% off. Is the wine provided watered or not?"

"Where have you gone? I want to ask you something. Do you know a reliable agency? There is a 16-year-old sister in my family. She has a very good voice and sings well. She wants to be a singer. No matter how hard my family members try to persuade me, it’s no use. Didn’t I remember that you, Director Gong, had also pursued your dream of being a director before, so I wanted to ask you for advice.”

"There are some, right? Help me find out, okay, thank you, Director. If you have time, come to the amusement park to eat braised meat and vegetable noodles. I'm satisfied."

Jiang Qi hung up the phone and said there was only so much he could do for Feng Guihua.

Jiang Qi really has no experience in the Zhumeng music industry, and no one in his family is involved in the entertainment industry. His understanding of the entertainment industry basically comes from variety shows, TV series, gossip news and novels.

Finding a reliable agency for Feng Guihua was the only thing Jiang Qi could do.

Half an hour later, Kua Kua arrived at Jiang Qi's office carrying a cake, a bowl of soup and a glass of grass juice.

The presentation is very good.

These days Jiang Qi has been eating the snacks that Kua Kua brought back from the magical world, because these snacks were made by Kua Kua's whole family. When making them, he was in a hurry and didn't mark them in advance, so Kua Kua couldn't tell which snacks were made by him and which ones were made by others.

When eating, it’s like opening a blind box.

Jiang Qi didn't feel anything else these days, but he felt that Kua Kua's little daughter had no talent for cooking. The lava cake she made almost burned Jiang Qi's tongue.

"Boss, I have added some new ingredients that I have learned in the past few days to these snacks. Please try to see if they suit your taste." Kua Kua thoughtfully tied a knot in the straw and put it into the cup, and inserted a straw on the rim of the cup. A lemon slice.

Small green leaves were also placed on the cake for decoration.

Jiang Qi took a sip of the grass juice.

Cooler.

Maybe it's because the first batch of sage that grew out is particularly fresh and tender. In addition to the faint fragrance of coconut water, this cup of sage water also has the taste of mint and lemon. If you taste it carefully, you can taste a touch of sweetness.

Very suitable for drinking.

I just don’t know if the sugar content is high. If it is sugar-free, will this grass juice be sold like crazy?

"Kuai, with the current yield of grass, how much grass juice can be made in a day?" Jiang Qi drank the juice in big gulps.

"This kind of cup can provide about 120 cups a day." Kua Kua said respectfully, "If you add ice cubes, it can provide 200 cups a day. The grass grows very fast, and based on the current planting area, it can continue to be supplied."

"The other three grasses mature later."

Jiang Qi nodded: "That's enough. Let's introduce the grass juice first, and the soup and cake will be introduced later along with other drinks and snacks."

"The trolley for the Goblin Drink Stall is already being ordered. I heard from the playwright that you have been working hard to attend rehearsals these days. Before the trolley is customized, you should focus on rehearsing and performing in the toy theater. Don't be too tired. Tell me what you want, myself."

"There is no way to use pull coins in this world. If there is anything else you want, such as chocolates, mobile phones, tablets, etc., as long as it is not too expensive, just tell the boss and I will buy it for you. This is The welfare of our company.”

Kua Kua's big eyes began to fill with tears again, because he realized that Jiang Qi didn't like to see people cry. Kua Kua tried hard to hold back the tears and said with a trembling voice: "Thank you, boss."

"I want to buy a small high pillow." Kua Kua whispered, "The pillow in the stroller is too short, and the pillow on the crib is too high, making it uncomfortable to sleep on."

"Buy, buy them all!"

"By the way, boss, tonight... tonight..." Kua Kua looked at Jiang Qi expectantly, his face instantly turned red, and his tears instantly went away, making Jiang Qi marvel at its face-changing skills.

"Tonight is the final rehearsal of the play I am participating in. Mr. Playwright said that I have great talent in acting. Boss, can you...come to my performance?"

"Rehearsed so quickly?!" Jiang Qi was very surprised.

He asked the playwright about the role of Kua Kua. In the new drama "Magic World", Kua Kua will play the oppressed second male lead Goblin Kua Kua. To a certain extent, he will be playing his true character.

There are many lines, a lot of art, and almost no martial arts scenes, which is not a small challenge for Kua Kua, who is participating in the film for the first time.

Jiang Qi originally thought that the drama of Kua Kua would have to be scheduled for at least a week or two, but he didn't expect that it would be completed in just a few days.

It seems that Kua Kua has been working hard in private.

"Of course." Jiang Qi readily agreed.

Kua Kua flashed away happily, leaving Jiang Qi alone in the office enjoying snacks.

Jiang Qi took a bite of cake, a sip of turmeric water, and a sip of red mulberry soup. He was as happy as a god.

Kua Kua's craftsmanship is truly worthy of being taught by teacher Maggie.

Hey, why didn't you take out Teacher Maggie?

There are also many ingredients in the different world waiting for Teacher Maggie to explore and discover!

Just when Jiang Qi was enjoying the food with a happy face, turning on the computer to research some good TV series to watch while eating, Hu Qing came.

"Boss." Hu Qing came in with a computer instead of a folder, "Boss, six cartoonists have been selected and I need your final decision."

There is one more chapter. It will be very late. You can read it when you get up tomorrow.