Chapter 39

Bai Wuyi blew up the wealth, and the ending was a certainty.

Next, either Lan He won or Song Futan won, or else they would fight Lao Lin, the landlord, and kill Lao Lin so much that he would have mosquito coils in his eyes when he lost, "How, how is it possible? !How did you do it?"

"Brother Lin, do you want to dance now? Do you know how to dance?" Lan He asked without answering.

Lao Lin: "..."

Lao Lin: "It's still hip-hop, I'm an old man, don't break it here."

He never thought that he, a community gambling king, would not win a single game in these two hands. This is too evil!

Hu Qijiu sat with her feet up and watched, and thought it was quite interesting. During the poker game, she talked a lot about how she could win with her brain.

"It seems that your gambling king is not as valuable as Lan He." Chen Xingyu did not help her husband at all, even took out her mobile phone to prepare for recording, and said leisurely, "Go, dance, just dance to the single that Xingyang released before. dance."

Lao Lin: "..."

When Lan He heard this, he almost laughed.

——Chen Xingyang's acting skills are not bad, but when he was very popular in his early years, he was instigated by the company to release a single and was still dancing in the MV. But he is not that material at all, singing and dancing have become famous black history, often dragged out by netizens to ridicule.

Chen Xingyu's words were meant to hurt the two of them.

Lao Lin walked to the center of the living room with grief and indignation, played a song on his mobile phone, and danced.

Everyone drank tea, ate strawberries and watched the dance. Miaomiao also slapped her hands. Although she blew, she didn't seem to be on his father's side.

Chen Xingyu easily clicked the collected information to Lan He to see, "Well, that's all, look, the Beijing TV show "Yanjing Years Old" has a good reputation in the first few seasons, and the producers and My husband has a good relationship. Also, recording is relatively easy."

She didn't want to leave Miaomiao to work in other places, and the recording location of this show was in the capital. Each episode focuses on folk customs, old industries, and traditional arts in Beijing. It is both interesting and somewhat informative. In addition to its good reputation, the ratings are also quite stable, not to mention extremely popular, but there are fixed audiences. There have also been some famous scenes out of the circle.

Lao Lin took a cross step and said, "Count the time, when the first few episodes start to air, "Chasing" will also be released, so I'll bring you and Chen Xingyang along, the three of you can play together and promote it. It would be nice to watch a movie."

Lan He looked at the information, and it was indeed very reliable. Chen Xingyu brought him up by himself. What else can he say other than gratitude: "Thank you, Sister Xingyu, I'll talk to the company."

Lao Lin twirled and jumped: "Hey, in this show, there are several folklore experts, teachers, writers, etc. in each episode. Let's go for two paragraphs of commentary or lyricism... Is Teacher Xuanguang considering going?"

He saw that Song Futan was rarely a guest and was so enthusiastic, so he made a joke.

Song Futan: "Is it still missing?"

Old Lin danced beside them, thinking that Song Futan would also cooperate and laugh: "If you want to go, you will have to lack it, and there is no certainty about this."

Song Futan: "Then please help me get in touch. The contract is signed with my father's studio."

Lao Lin didn't say it, he didn't have any ideas yet, but when he mentioned it, he thought: wonderful!

His work is all hanging in Song Qiyun's studio. As a screenwriter, his working hours are also very free. Before the film fails to cooperate, there is still such an opportunity to cooperate.

Lao Lin's smile slowly disappeared, and he almost sat on the ground while spinning: "Huh?"

Xiao Song also came to play with us. Lan He had never thought about it, after all, the Song Qiyun family was very low-key in my impression, "Really? Xiao... Teacher Xuanguang is also here! You are also from the capital, yes Didn't you watch this show before?"

Even if Lan He said that, Lao Lin still felt it was incredible. Xuanguang rarely gave interviews, let alone being a guest on the show. It is said that this is in the same line, and Song Qiyun doesn't like to show her face.

"Aren't you kidding me?" Old Lin said suspiciously, "Teacher, don't make fun of me... No, no, it must be a joke. You help Lan He play with me."

Song Futan looked very calm, as if it was nothing strange, but it seemed that Lao Lin's reaction was too big: "There are no scenes for this kind of guests, right?"

Lao Lin breathed a sigh of relief, this is Teacher Xuanguang, "If you need it, you can wear a mask or leave the country with your back..." As long as you are willing to go.

Hu Qijiu squatted at Lan He's feet and said excitedly, "I'll go out to work with you, I can hide in the matchbox again!"

Lan He didn't say a word, as if he couldn't see it. Of course, he could not respond in front of people.

Hu Qijiujiu: "It's been a long time since I went out to play, let's go, and by the way, you can go to the craftsman and ask how much it costs to build a towering God of Fortune Building..."

At this time, Chen Xingyu's WeChat rang, and she picked it up and fiddled with it twice, "Haha, from the show team."

"What?" Lan He also asked casually, while Hu Qijiu was still pulling his hand.

"It's nothing," Chen Xing said, "Just said that one of the recordings will be moved to Miaogan Mountain. Ask me if I have any questions, and I said of course not."

Lan He: "………… Miaogan Mountain."

Chen Xingyu looked at Lan He, her expression was a little wrong: "Hey, are you okay?"

Lan He: "...No."

Hu Qijiu slowly let go of the hand that was holding him.

Lan He: "..."

...

Lan He couldn't say that he didn't want to go to Miaogan Mountain, so he refused. Besides, Xiao Song also said that he would also participate. Lan He had to bite the bullet and settle the matter. hope Mrs. Hu Can't be busy then.

After the guests had all left, Hu Qijiu was still lying on the ground nibbling on his pen. Hu Xian loves cleanliness, and she cleans the floor spotlessly, even if she is lying on the ground.

Lan He asked her what she was doing, she proudly said: "I'm reviewing the spells of the meeting, I know a lot, then I will beat Hu Si... Hey, our relationship is not normal now, do you want to learn something? ,I teach you."

Lan He asked while peeling the oranges, "Is there anyone who is suitable for a macho, let's talk about a couple of them."

macho? Hu Qijiu squinted his eyes and said, "Then there is only the tiger technique. You can blow your hair into a tiger, and each hair becomes a tiger."

Lan He: "Is it very real, not afraid of biting?"

"Of course," Hu Qijiu said, "take a pinch of tiger hair, a piece of paper covering the dead man at noon, cut it into a paper tiger, and stick the tiger hair on it..."

Lan He wanted to say that it was a little troublesome, but Hu Qijiu paused for a while but said again: "Then sacrifice to the altar of Liujia, pinch the decision and recite the mantra seven times, and burn the talisman together..."

Lan He: It's not over yet?

Hu Qijiujiu: "...After another forty-two days, the paper tiger is burned, and the tiger's hair can be turned into a tiger.

Lan He: "..."

Every time Hu Qijiu mentioned a step, Lan He wanted to say it was so troublesome, and then she opened her mouth to talk about a more troublesome process, making Lan He hardly know where to complain.

After a long while, Lan He sighed and said, "If I can get tiger hair, what can I do? So, I have to go to the zoo to buy tiger hair?" People didn't necessarily sell it to him, but I heard that they went to buy tiger urine. Yes, I have never heard of buying tiger hair.

Hu Qijiu nodded: "Yes, it's not difficult, what's a little more difficult is the cover paper of the dead at noon."

Lan He: "That's why I said that your spell age is really strong..."

Covering paper is a custom in the past. When mortuary, a yellow surface paper should be placed on the face of the deceased. This is the masking paper, in order to fear that the person is not dead. If there is still breathing, the yellow surface paper will move and breathe. It will also wet the paper. Later, it became covered with white cloth, but the tradition of covering paper was still maintained in a few places.

Anyway, it can be seen that Hu Qijiu doesn't know what it is.

Era

Learned this technique...

Hu Qijiu straightened his neck and said, "What's the matter, you can turn into a tiger!"

Also, Hu Qijiu knew that he could make incense, and he could tell from the ingots at home that he could fold ingots, but he didn't know much. Lan He folded a bench with a piece of paper and came out. After chanting the mantra, it burned. It became a femininity, strong and of excellent quality: "Do you think I'm only in the cooking class?"

Hu Qijiu sat on the bench, holding his face and said, "Paper burner?"

This handicraft is also very good! If it weren't for the God of Wealth Tower, which can only be used from Yang Shi, it would be better to tie her one!

He is more than a cooking class and a money printing machine. The arsenal is no problem. When Yan San's chain was broken, Lan He was able to temporarily top it for the sequel. Hu Qijiu couldn't help but said, "It's enough to kill all the ghosts. Almost armed."

Lan He did plan to give Lao Bai more equipment. Although it was paper, it could be used for a while, and the quantity was also considerable. Back then, when he flattened Little Green and Little Red, he did not rely on the herd of cattle and horses to plough it.

"Zunjia, I can also engrave here, right?" Bai Wu said, leaning on the breeding box, he wanted to say it for a long time, but he was too scared and kept enduring it.

"Oh, you need to know the name, right? You can." Lan He, as a worshiper of the family immortal, can also know Bai Wu's real name and detailed life experience.

Bai Wu clasped his hands together and stood cautiously at a high place.

Lan He: "What are you doing?"

It was not easy for Hu Qijiu to clean up.

"Custom..." Bai Wu said weakly, but he was not used to standing so high to attract attention, "I'd better squat."

Bai Wu squatted on the table, cleared his throat, and reported the information according to the rules, "Ben Xianyuan lives in the Hedgehog Cave in Xiangyun Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing. , the Zun family will call me the fifth master of Bai in the future, and only this is engraved on the tablet..."

It's just that Bai Wu said that, Hu Qijiu laughed.

Lan He also tore open an orange with a smile, "What is white?"

Bai Wu watched in horror as the plump oranges under his hands were divided into two, the oranges were clearly cracked, but he was so frightened that the thorns were about to explode, "Bai Wu... Uncle... This is a custom from ancient times to the present. !"

That's right, the general offerings to family immortals are all honorary names like Hu Erxiangu, Huang Santai, etc. Even Gua Er, in the Yu family is honored as the real person Gu Er.

Lan He: "What's it called?"

Bai Wu quickly got off the table: "Just call, call Yiping."

Outside Plum Blossom Alley.

This is the recording site of the first episode of "Yanjing Sui Shi Ji". Speaking of which, the name of this program actually comes from an ancient book. It originally recorded the customs, tours, skills and other content of the capital, which is very consistent with the theme of the program. Many customs and techniques are still in existence today. People today read ancient texts from a hundred years ago and view the customs, which is very artistic.

Before the recording officially started, Chen Xingyang sat in the car and vowed: "I don't believe it, I just don't believe it, come on, you all collude to lie to me! How could Teacher Xuanguang come to record this show!"

Lan He: "It's true..."

Chen Xingyang sneered: "The director lied to me, my sister and brother-in-law lied to me, and you lied to me too?"

Lan He was speechless.

Chen Xingyang had always heard Chen Xingyu say that Song Futan would also participate in the show, he thought it was a joke, and that day Lao Lin danced his black history dance, he thought it was all a routine, to play with him. Including the director later said that he also felt that he was fooling himself.

He was also shaken, but in the end, he was persuaded by one reason: how could Xuanguang come out as a guest! Look, no, it's about to start recording and he didn't come!

Not to mention Chen Xingyang, someone on the Internet broke the news that Xuanguang would go to a show in Beijing, and when he was on the same stage with Chen Xingyu and others, he didn't even scold and spread rumors. No one believed it at all, and even thought he was an expert with the same name. At most, let's talk about Chen Xingyu, the goddess went to work not long after she gave birth.

The theme of this issue is "Baked Porcelain", an ancient industry that uses metal "baked" to repair damaged porcelain. This profession appeared as early as "Across the River During Qingming Festival". "If you don't have a diamond drill, don't do porcelain work" is also said in this line, because the drilling step requires a diamond drill.

But today, few people need to bake porcelain in daily life, and fewer and fewer people can bake porcelain.

In the large courtyard in Meihua Hutong, there lived an old baker.

The host and the three of them recorded a poem outside, and just after the recording was over, Song Futan also came. He does not have the same function as other guests, and these shots do not have to appear, even if they do not come to the location, there is no problem...

Let's put it this way, the program team of "Yanjing Chronicle" knew that when Xuanguang took the initiative to be a guest, he was very confused. The director also pondered for a long time, which theme moved people, or watched their previous programs, Dawei appreciate?

Anyway, even if he is confused about the reason, let alone that he wants to follow the whole process, if he wants to write the copy himself, the program team must also readily agree, it would be better if he can bring his parents.

As soon as Chen Xingyang saw Song Futan, he was dumbfounded: "...Really, really?!"

Chen Xingyang didn't dare to guess that it was because of Lan He, Chen Xingyu didn't say it, he even thought that the two met for the second time today, but he just thought it was from the show team. After all, Chen Xingyu wouldn't gossip about it.

It was Song Futan who also handed the juice to Lan He. It was only given to Lan He.

Chen Xingyang: "..."

He looked left and right, but because he was leaning against the car and blocked, no one but him saw the action.

When Song Futan walked away, Chen Xingyang asked Lan He in a low voice, "Why are you two... so familiar?"

He also filmed the play of Song Qiyun and his son. have never seen Xuanguang treat him so politely.

Lan He thought about it, it's hard to say that the two of us meet frequently. Even if we want to cooperate in the future, it seems a bit exaggerated, so he implicitly said: "It's okay, we chatted on WeChat a few times."

Chen Xingyang: "..."

...Damn it, he used to apply for the addition of Xuanguang from the crew, but now he has not been approved!

...

The artisan of baked porcelain is called Lao Qin by everyone, and Lan He they call him Teacher Qin.

Old Qin ancestors have done this for generations, but from him on down, no one has done it. He is also old now, besides occasionally baking porcelain, he is raising flowers, playing with birds, and there is a bird cage hanging under the eaves.

The program team had already discussed it, and came over to shoot. Among the various routines, of course, the artist also briefly learned about baking porcelain with him. Because the house is relatively narrow, moved to the courtyard.

"I don't think Teacher Qin is in good spirits. Let's take a break and shoot again." Chen Xingyu said.

"Cough, thank you, girl, I just... I didn't sleep well." Lao Qin rubbed his neck and said, "It's alright, let's continue without delaying your business."

"There is no delay in this." The staff also quickly said, the old man's spirit is not so good.

Song Futan listened to the occasional sound in Lao Qin's birdcage, distinguished it, and asked, "How many kinds of sounds do you have?"

When Lao Qin heard this, his eyes lit up, and his interest increased. He doesn't watch movies either, just listening to someone introducing him to a screenwriter doesn't feel anything, but Song Futan mentions the bird, which makes him a lot more enthusiastic: "Cough... I'm a little bird who has just graduated from school, and can know seven or eight kinds of things. Shout out!"

Song Futan's grandfather also raised songbirds, so he knew a thing or two. Ling Queer is good at imitating the sound of tweets, the mouth refers to the content of the tweet, and it can make several kinds of calls, which means that it can learn several kinds of calls.

What these songbirds can learn is relatively simple, such as chick mouth, swallow mouth, and then the more difficult oriole mouth, cat mouth, egg mouth, that is, learning how to call a cat and learn how to call a chicken.

To learn these calls, either keep playing the audio, learn from other songbirds, or go to the mountains to learn.

Old Qin counted the sounds of his little bird, but just talking, his expression suddenly became depressed: "But, this bird is dead, I don't know why, it's dirty. I'm going to sell it."

Dirty mouth, there are different explanations. Some bird keepers think that the swear words spoken by others are dirty mouths, and some people think that the mouths that have been learned badly make them uncomfortable, such as the sound of ducks, the sound of a battery car, the screeching sound of myna, etc., all of which are considered dirty mouths. . Once learned, it takes effort to correct.

"Not really," Lan He couldn't help but said, "Why is it dirty?"

Lao Qin didn't say a word, he lifted the cage, the cute bird inside raised his head and chirped, his voice was hoarse and vague, and it was like a human voice, if you listened carefully, it actually echoed with emptiness: "Death... ... woo woo..."

Everyone: "..."

This is indeed a bit too much.

A bird with such a dirty mouth will not be able to sell it at a good price even if it is sold.

Old Qin wondered: "The strangest thing is that I didn't let it touch those, and I don't know if I learned from other birds when I was a bird, and it still smells like an echo!"

The birds just spoke with an air of emptiness. Songbirds learn their voices as they are. If the audio is played, the audio quality will be low, and the noise will be learned together. If there is too much space during learning and there is an echo, it will also be imitated as it is. Therefore, when birders press the mouth of the bird, they used to put it in the water tank, but now they can also put it in the cardboard box to minimize other noises.

"Oh, forget it. I haven't slept very well recently. I can't correct it a few times. I don't have to worry about selling it. I dream a lot every day, and my neck and throat are always uncomfortable."

"Then sell this little bird to me." Song Futan said. He saw that the bird was quite spiritual, and planned to take it back to his grandfather. If the old man is free, correct it, and maybe he can be rescued.

"If you want it, then you can just take it. Anyway, it won't be sold." Lao Qin said indifferently.

After the filming was over, it was already night, and the show crew had to go to the stage, and the guests could go home.

Several guests came to the end. Chen Xingyu originally wanted Lao Lin to send Lan He, but Song Futan suggested to do it by himself.

However, Song Futan's car was parked farther away, Lan He looked at the map, "Then let's go out to the west opening, it will be closer."

Chen Xingyu and the others went out to the east, and parted ways at the gate of the courtyard. Lan He all got into the car, only to see Lao Qin running out, "Young man, why do you still keep money!"

Although he said he didn't want the money, Song Futan secretly put the money on the table when he left.

Lao Qin chased him out directly, but returned to Song Futan if he had to fortify the fortress, and he simply said: "Let's be cool, since this is the case, the two of us should be friends. Come on, I'll give you a baked porcelain bowl, You can also use it to make bird food bowls!"

"Okay, thank you so much." Song Futan also responded.

"I'll wait for you here." Lan He helped him hold the bird cage.

After lowering her head and playing with her phone for a while, Lan He wondered why Song Futan had not returned, and looked up. The alley is so long that no one can be seen.

There were no pedestrians on the street. Under the dim street lights, the birds in the cages jumped up and down, and the feather crests also fluttered. However, they suddenly opened their mouths and called out the dirty words in a hoarse voice: "Die..."

The rough voice still had an empty echo, which made Lan He cold for a while.

...

Song Futan took the baked porcelain bowl and walked out along the narrow and long alley again.

In the winding alley, the figure was drawn long by the lights, and it was very strange at the corner. At first, the voices of people and the TV in the houses could be heard, but as the street lights turned on and off a few times, the sound suddenly disappeared. It was gone, and the whole world seemed to blur.

A hoarse voice sounded from behind: "Death..."

With a distant and ethereal echo, it is almost exactly the same as the old Qin family's little bird.

As soon as Song Futan turned around, he experienced a familiar feeling, and his soul left his body. He looked coldly at the man behind him who was holding a sling in his hand and sticking out his tongue.

Song Futan immediately thought that Lao Qin had been touching his neck, saying that he had not slept well recently, and his neck also hurt. It seems that there is an answer to where the old Qin family Xiao Queer learned from, ghost mouth.

Song Futan, the hanged ghost, has encountered a lot. Generally speaking, they don't have many routines, and they love their hanging ropes. They always want to use this to intimidate people.

Perhaps the ancients were extremely afraid, but Song Futan only felt that the reverberation was too much when he heard this sound.

Sure enough, the hanged ghost approached step by step, waving the upper sling in his hand, "Die... uu..."

Song Futan indifferently watched his blood-red tongue getting closer...

"What, what?!"

Song Futan looked back and saw Lan He floating over with a mask on, but not in uniform.

His heart warmed, and he could always see Xiaolai's cuteness in the details. Although he knew that he had a rosary to protect his body, Xiaolai would still come to save him every time, and he didn't want him to be intimidated all the time.

The hanged ghost glanced at Lan He, gave a grim smile, tied the loop of the long hanging rope with both hands, and said emptyly: "Death...go..."

Lan He flicked his wrist and used the same motion to grab his long soul-hook cable, instead of retreating, he advanced: "Is that what you have?"

Hanged Ghost: "………………!!!"

Are you the same as me!!

Lan He: "Who are you trapping, let's confront each other... Don't run, you can't afford it?!"

Song Futan: "..."

...it's not very analytical either, but it's still cute anyway.