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Chapter 210 Good Luck is Coming

Chapter 210 Good Luck is Coming
The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Gong Xing changed into the costume of a "Dong girl" and put on a ponytail hat. Looking at herself in the small mirror, she had a bare face, her brows slightly furrowed, tension written all over her face, and she kept taking deep breaths.

My part was moved forward to the first day of filming.

Although she didn't have many lines and a small role, Gong Xing, who has acted in many plays, was still nervous because she treated every scene as her last. Every time she encountered such a situation, she would naturally get into a horse stance.

After standing there for a while, my heart gradually calmed down.

Then he picked up the bamboo basket used as a prop and walked out.

In the yard, equipment was loaded onto the jeep, and crew members also boarded the back of the truck one after another.

"Morning, Teacher Fang."

"Morning."

Fangyan shifted his gaze from the "Biography of Huang Feihong" in his hand to Gong Xing.

A pigtail, draped over a collarless solid-color short-sleeved shirt, and a Dong ethnic group pleated skirt that covers her knees but reveals her slender calves. She looks so fresh and pretty, wow!

At this moment, she took out the script from the bamboo basket, sat opposite herself, and reviewed it quietly.

Even if the journey is bumpy, I can still close my eyes and contemplate the details of the character.

The mountains are high and the valleys are deep, the streams and rivers are dense, the scenery is beautiful, and the green rice fields come into view.

When rain falls in the fields, it is a sweet dew; but when it falls on the dirt road, it becomes mud, bumpy and slippery, and it is easy to fall if you are not careful.

The rain boots that Fangyan wore were covered with mud spots.

"We shot this place once in the morning and once in the evening."

"We must make good use of the sunset glow. The whole picture will be orange-yellow..."

"That's right, a long shot, one shot from beginning to end!"

Zhang Junzhao and Zhang Yimou explained the next arrangements to the entire crew. There would be no so-called worship ceremony and they would just start shooting directly.

Fangyan had nothing to do, so he sat in the jeep and continued flipping through "The Biography of Huang Feihong".

The author of this book is Zhu Yuzhai, the great-disciple of Huang Feihong.

It was serialized in newspapers starting in 1933, and the series was later published as a collection.

The whole book introduces in detail the legendary life of Wong Fei-hung, highlighting his superb martial arts and heroic spirit of chivalry. It also introduces the anecdotes of Wong Fei-hung's father Wong Kei-ying, his master Lam Fook-shing, his apprentices Liang Kuan and Lam Sai-wing, as well as many martial artists.

However, it is unknown how much truth and how much falsehood there is in it.

As I was flipping through the pages, I heard voices from outside the car saying "Very good, keep one", "Very good, keep another".

For the first shot after filming, which is also the core scene of the entire film that best highlights the color aesthetics, Zhang Yimou and others strived for perfection.

If it weren't for the film cost, I would probably have to shout "save one" seven or eight times.

"Okay! Let's keep shooting at this pace!"

The smooth start of the filming boosted everyone's confidence.

Gradually, the entire crew got along better and better.

However, just when everything was going well, there was a sudden cry of surprise, "Oh no, Daoming and Gong Xing fell down!"

Hearing the noisy commotion, Fangyan put down the book and immediately ran to the scene from the car.

Gong Xing was helped up, his face was covered in mud, his arms were a little scraped, and there were bloody scratches from pebbles.

Chen Daoming was similar, but the two of them did not care about their injuries at the first moment, but were concerned about their faces.

"It's okay if my hand is scratched. Is my face okay?"

"No, no, it's just a little muddy."

Everyone thought they were afraid of disfigurement, but they didn't expect their answers to be so surprisingly consistent.

"Fortunately, it won't delay my appearance on camera and won't affect the filming."

Gong Xing heaved a sigh of relief despite the blood flowing from his arm.

Fangyan smiled knowingly when he heard that they were worried about facial injuries that would affect the shooting results and work progress.

Guo Baochang looked at the two men with great appreciation and asked someone to bring water to clean their wounds.

Actors nowadays are not like idols of later generations. They would rush to the hospital if they got a little skin abrasion, because if they were late, the wound would have healed.

The crew did not deliberately revolve around them. They moved the equipment in an orderly manner and prepared to leave for the next shooting location.

Gong Xing stood by the road, silently treating his wounds.

Fangyan handed over his handkerchief.

"Teacher Fang, I'm fine."

Gong Xing waved his hands and said that when he was sent to the countryside to work as a production team member, it was common for him to get the skin on his shoulders and hands rubbed raw.

This kind of arm scratches are even more common.

"Then you should wipe your face."

Fangyan pointed at her mud-stained face.

"Teacher Fang, I..."

Under his gaze, Gong Xing had no choice but to say, "I'll wash the handkerchief and return it to you."

"This is not urgent."

Fangyan looked at the bloody mark on her arm.

"It's just a minor injury. It will heal on its own in a while."

Gong Xing showed it to him without any hesitation.

Fang Yan said: "I have heard a saying that a small injury can prevent a big injury, and there will be blessings in the future."

"My grandfather also said that getting hurt a little and bleeding a little is considered to be a way out of disaster."

Gong Xing wiped the mud off his face and smiled brightly.

"Your blessing is yet to come."

Fangyan also started laughing.

"Teacher Fang, I have something to ask of you."

Gong Xing said that he had some problems with his acting skills and hoped to get his guidance. It would be best if they could find a time to talk alone.

"Of course no problem, you're always welcome."

Their eyes met and their laughter echoed in the rice fields.

A breeze blew gently, and the rice ears danced gracefully. Waves of rice surged and undulated, one high, one low.

After a day of shooting from morning till night, the crew returned to the Miao village exhausted but excited. Along the way, Guo Baochang kept praising Zhang Yimou's photography and Junzhao's directing.

The ones who received the most praise were Gong Xing and Chen Daoming, who left the deepest impression on the entire crew. They are very young and very dedicated.

"These are all good actors. They will definitely achieve great success in the future!"

"Yes, an actor like this will surely become a great talent."

Fangyan said as he walked, "Their blessings are yet to come."

"That's right!"

"Guess what Dao Ming said when he fell down?"

Guo Baochang said, "He said that we should leave more mud on the pants, so that it looks like a rural postman on the road. He also said that we should design a falling shot, so that he wouldn't fall in vain."

Fangyan said: "I'm thinking again whether I should reward them."

"I think, why don't we start a small kitchen and make some midnight snacks?"

Guo Baochang's eyes lit up, "But what should I do?"

"The villagers have sweet potatoes, cured fish and cured meat at home. Let's buy some sweet potatoes from them." Fang Yan said, "And get some cured meat. We'll have a scallion stew tonight."

Guo Baochang nodded and prepared to ask someone to invite the villagers who worked as part-time chefs from their homes.

"Don't bother the villagers, I'll do it!"

"Just find me a helper to add fuel to the fire."

Fangyan smiled and started learning from Wang Zengqi. In addition to prose, he also learned several home-cooked dishes, such as stir-fried bacon with green onions.

"You are a big eater and they are in for a treat."

Guo Baochang said: "When the time comes, please leave one for me."

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When Gong Qian heard that Fang Yan was going to cook for her, she was pleasantly surprised and blinked her eyes.
"Director Guo, is Teacher Fang the only one in the kitchen?"

"Yes, but I have to find someone to help Teacher Fang add firewood to the fire."

Guo Baochang said, "I'm worried that he won't be used to the wood stove. Unfortunately, I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time, otherwise I would have gone there myself."

"I'll go!"

Gong Xing volunteered himself, and I could take this opportunity to ask him about acting.

"you?"

Guo Baochang was shocked.

"I did that when I was sent to the countryside to work in the fields."

Gong Xing volunteered to go to the kitchen.

All I saw were the walls blackened by smoke.

On the wood stove, there are bottles and jars of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Located right in front of the stove, one meter away from the stove mouth, is the place where firewood is piled. Near the stove are several fire-making utensils, such as blowpipes, fire sticks, and fire tongs...

Making a fire is a troublesome and skill-intensive job, involving lighting, adding wood, stirring, blowing, and clearing the fire; everything requires some knowledge.

You have to cook in the pot and add firewood to the stove at the same time, and there will always be times when the connection is not smooth.

If the firewood cannot catch fire, the open flame will naturally go out.

At this time, it is best for someone to sit in front of the stove and add firewood to the fire.

At this moment, Fang Yan was holding a blowpipe, reaching it into the stove, and blowing again and again at the dimly lit firewood.

Amid the "whoosh" sound of blowing, the firewood began to "crackle" again, followed by bursts of coughing sounds.

"Teacher Fang!"

Gong Xing walked up to his side and called out softly.

"Ahem, you, what's wrong with you, ahem, here you come."

Fangyan was choked by the thick smoke and started coughing.

There was still a circle of black marks from the blowpipe on his mouth.

Gong Xing chuckled, "Let me help you light the fire."

"No, no, the fire is already lit."

Fangyan shook his head helplessly. Because it had rained before, the firewood was damp and kept going out. He could only use a blowpipe to reignite it.

"Look at what you've done. Your face is covered in dust."

"Where?"

"there."

Gong Xing looked at his cat-like face with smiling eyes.

"here?"

Fangyan raised his arm and wiped his face.

"Puff, there!"

Gong Xing pointed to the left half of his face.

"Any more?"

Fangyan wanted to lift up his clothes and wipe his face.

"You can't wipe it clean like this, use this to wipe your face."

Gong Xing handed over the handkerchief with a smile.