My 1995 Small Farm

  Chapter 345 Iron Man is a young man

   Zhou Weijun is a writer, screenwriter, and director of literary films.

   Hearing that he has so many identities, let alone other people, even Chen Ling was startled.

   When he communicated with this old man, he just thought he was a food writer.

   At the beginning, he published articles about food.

  To discuss food, Chen Ling must have been quite interested, and sent several letters in a row.

   But he didn't expect Zhou Weijun to have so many identities.

   "Haha, it's better to meet if you're not famous. If I didn't come here specially to meet you, I wouldn't know that you are so young, Brother Chen, or that you are so famous in the local area."

  Zhou Weijun is a fashionable middle-aged man, black leather jacket, with a sparse beard, neatly combed hair, and a pair of deep eyes. He looks like a domestic replica of the Iron Man actor, but his temperament is more gentle.

   This special appearance made Chen Ling remember it very deeply just by looking at it.

   "What name is it, it's just that people like to gossip about me."

  Chen Ling shook his head and poured him a cup of tea.

   Wang Susu and the others didn't know what to say to him. After saying hello, they stopped for a while and went to the farm first.

   Let Chen Lingxian talk to Zhou Weijun at home.

   "It's no gossip. To be able to make a career in this valley, Brother Chen is really young and promising. It's amazing."

   Zhou Weijun also inquired about Chen Ling with the villagers before he came home, and he was quite surprised after hearing it.

   then also asked why Chen Ling didn't go out for a run.

  Chen Ling has been asked this question by many people, and how to answer him now is how he said it before.

   "Brother Zhou's sudden visit caught me by surprise. If I knew you were coming, we had to cook a few more tables today and let the great director come to taste it."

   "Haha, you kid, you don't know me yet, I just want to catch you off guard. You are right on the letter, I have to check it myself to see if it's true..."

   The two have been in communication for a long time, and they have been friends for a long time. After meeting, they quickly became acquainted. Zhou Weijun did not meet Chen Ling, as if they were old friends for many years, and they were not restrained at all.

Chen Ling knew he was joking, but when he thought of this old man running all the way, he forgot to ask him if he had eaten, and immediately slapped his forehead: "Oh, it's a coincidence, we just finished lunch, did you eat? If you don't eat it, I'll make some for you."

   "No, no, I ate it. On the way here, I bought the local beef that you highly recommend. It tastes pretty good."

Zhou Weijun pressed him on the chair, let him sit down, and said, "I'm not just here to find you to eat, I came out with a mission, I want to make a movie, I want to find a suitable place. When I set the scene, I thought of you as soon as I went out. The photos you sent me last year, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is intoxicating, but they left a deep impression on me.

   Just after the Chinese New Year, I also went out to play, and we also met this friend. "

  Chen Ling said again and again after hearing this.

   Later, he brought out persimmons and the like to entertain him.

  This thing is worthless in the eyes of the mountain people, even if it is sold in the market, it is not easy to sell.

   But people who have lived in the city for a long time like to eat it.

   Among the souvenirs that Chen Ling sent to his pen pals a few years ago, the persimmon cake was the most popular.

   There is no such thing as an old gluttonous eater, but Zhou Weijun can post several articles about eating in his spare time.

   He ate three dried persimmons in one breath, and then let out a sigh of relief: "The same dried persimmons, eat them at your house, I don't know why, it doesn't feel the same as eating them at my house."

   "Ha, this, it must be because it's fresh, I sent it to you all the way, how can it be the same as eating it on the spot here."

  Chen Ling gave him another cup of hot tea: "Eat two less persimmons, the stomach can't stand it after eating too much of this stuff. I'll ask you to bring more when you leave, just take care of it."

   How could this "Iron Man" pen pal get a stomach ache the first time he came to the door.

   "Okay, then I won't eat it."

   Zhou Weijun touched his belly, and suddenly his eyes stopped on Chen Ling's clothes: "Brother, your leather clothes are quite special."

   "Of course it's special, deerskin."

   "Huh, deerskin."

   Zhou Weijun stretched out his hand and touched it, "I heard from the villagers in your village that you are hunting, trading, and proficient in everything. Are you hunting deer yourself?"

   "I must have beaten it myself. There are sika deer, grass deer, and red deer. This is a leather jacket made of red deer."

   "Ah? I've only heard of sika deer. What are red deer and grass deer? I really haven't heard of it."

   "The red deer is the yellow deer, and the grass deer is a kind of wild deer here. It is smaller than the sika deer and about the size of a sheep. It looks like a roe deer in the northeast, but it is not as stupid as a roe deer, and it is much more refined than a roe deer.

  Their meat has its own taste, especially the deer lips, which are among the wild eight treasures, tsk tsk, delicious. "

   Zhou Weijun's eyes lit up, "Is there any venison left in the house?"

   "It's long gone. Years ago, it was all eaten up."

  Chen Ling's words made Zhou Weijun feel a lot of regret, and he beat his chest for a while, and the expression on his face was more like Iron Man.

  …

  The spring breeze brings warmth, and on the green wheat fields, villagers in twos and threes water and irrigate the wheat fields.

   The early spring of this year has little rain, so far it has never rained at all.

  The crops can't stand the drought, but the grass is very lush. There are all kinds of grass growing on the edge of the village, on both sides of the road, and on the slopes.

   Walking on the road outside the village, the wind is full of the refreshing and tender fragrance of green grass.

  Chen Ling led Zhou Weijun to the farm slowly. The villagers were no strangers to Chen Ling's frequent visits to strangers, and greeted him as usual.

However, Zhou Weijun stretched his arms and squinted his eyes a little intoxicated. The willow wind was not cold on his face, and the soft spring breeze was blowing on his face. Looking around, he could see the countryside in the countryside. He could smell the aroma of green grass on the tip of his nose, and irrigate the farmland by his ears. With the sound of running water and comfort in body and mind, he only felt that he had been lazy for a winter, as if the rusted bones were revived.

   As a screenwriter.

   As a director of literary and artistic films, although he is not very famous now and is not well-known to the public, it is obvious that Zhou Weijun was once a literary youth.

   But now he is middle-aged in literature and art.

  Wen Qing is sick, Liang Yuemin is a typical example.

   Now it's just one more.

  Chen Ling doesn't mind either.

When    arrived at the farm, because Chen Ling had not taken any pictures of the farm for Zhou Weijun, Zhou Weijun was still stunned.

   repeatedly claimed that this place was too in line with his aesthetic.

  Some of the words are the same as what Liang Yuemin said last spring.

   Maybe this is the common problem of Wenqing.

However, the difference between him and Liang Yuemin is that when Chen Ling took him to visit the hunting equipment room, he was not too interested, but when he saw the bacon, bacon and other preserved foods hanging in Chen Ling's house, as well as many wine tanks stored in the warehouse, Get excited all of a sudden.

   took Chen Ling and said, "The bacon from the place, the wine from the place, have their own characteristics, and they're well-spoken.

   made Han Chuang and Jiang Xiaoqing stunned for a while. They didn't know that some bacon and wine had so much knowledge.

   Now it seems that this Iron Man should be a combination of a young man and a drunkard.

  …

   There were guests at Chen Ling's house, so Han Chuang and Jiang Xiaoqing wanted to go back early.

   Chen Ling didn't let him go, but told Han Chuang to stay for a night to help him accompany the guests.

   The two of them thought about it, they would have nothing to do when they went back anyway, so just stay when they stay.

  The evening was a hearty meal of farmhouse dishes. Chen Ling and Han Chuang were the cooks, and Zhou Weijun also wanted to join in the fun. Chen Ling didn’t let them, but just let Zhou Weijun beat them both.

   On the wine table in the evening, the taste of the food went beyond the category of farm dishes that Zhou Weijun understood.

   And Zhou Weijun's drinking capacity also shocked Chen Ling and the two of them, and the wine jar became fine.

  Between the cups and the cups, everyone opened the chat box. Han Chuang, as the wine accompany, naturally also toasted and chatted.

  Han Chuang has been following Chen Ling up the mountain a lot recently, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut when he was drunk, so he instinctively went there.

   Zhou Weijun only knew how cool Chen Ling's life at home was.

   No wonder when the villagers mentioned Chen Ling, their tone was full of envy and jealousy.

  It turned out to be walking the dog all day, hunting, and earning money.

   It's so easy to earn.

   was replaced by him, and he was jealous too.

  Who doesn’t want to live a relaxed and leisurely life without worrying about food and clothing?

  Unfortunately, everyone has their own specialties.

   He doesn't have Chen Ling's ability, he doesn't have such a powerful dog, and he doesn't have wine that can sell at sky-high prices. He has only envy.

   "It's amazing, it's easier for you to make money than those stars in Xiangjiang, and you don't have to work so hard."

Zhou Weijun toasted Chen Ling with a glass of wine, and his eyes turned to the two dogs again: "I didn't expect your dog to be so powerful, and he can beat wolves and leopards, don't say, just rely on the stories told by Brother Han, I can come out A script for a TV show.

Defend the village to fight wolves, fight wolves to fight wild boars, fight wild boars to fight leopards, and have a love-hate relationship with wolves, giving birth to offspring, and then, like the story of the call of the wild, inject new blood into the wolves, giving birth to A new and powerful pack of wolves..."

"what?"

   At the end, he himself was stunned, thinking that the story was really good.

   But his mind accustomed to literary films made Zhou Weijun feel that although the story was good and interesting to tell, it was not sensational enough.

  If you want to feel sensational, you have to get people involved. People are the audience. When the audience empathizes, the film will have depth.

   Then you have to change it again, and change it into a story of a loyal dog protecting its owner, ending with a tragic story.

  The tragic cause, Zhou Weijun's eyes fell on those puppies. The first generation of wolf dogs whose wolf nature has not disappeared is an unstable factor. Adding this in and changing it a little is a good story and a good script.

   "Brother Zhou, why are you so stunned? Isn't it massive? Come and drink."

  Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder, not knowing that he had already come up with a story line for a TV series in a short period of time.

   After having another drink, he continued what he just said: "What TV series are you shooting, how good is your director of literary films."

   "What, literary films are award-winning. If you want to make money, you can't do that. I've been working hard to change genres in the last two years."

   Zhou Weijun shook his head, and knew his own faults in his heart. It is a pity that he has been influenced by literary films for a long time, and his creative ideas have been finalized. It is a little difficult to convert them in a short time.

   Only then did I entrust my friends to join the new crew, responsible for shooting scenes in various places, and by the way, I also wrote articles, recorded food, and changed my mind.

   How can Chen Ling and Han Chuang understand this? Even Chen Ling seems to understand it, but it doesn't seem like anything new in that circle. It's nothing more than that. It doesn't make much sense. He doesn't pay much attention to it.

   Zhou Weijun also knows that things in the industry cannot be said too much at the wine table.

   asked about some hunting. Hearing that they are sometimes riding motorcycles for night dog hunting, they immediately became interested, saying if they can do it tonight, and want to see how they play.

   "Okay, it's not easy to hunt a little. When Chuangzi wakes up a little, let's go."

Chen Ling glanced at Han Chuang, whose face was flushed. Han Chuang was tall and big, and he was a good drinker. In the end, this old Zhou Zhen was like Iron Man. He had an iron stomach. It's really drinkable.

   said it was Wen Qing disease, he had never seen such a conspicuous Wen Qing disease.

   (end of this chapter)