pertwk Chapter 295 The Film Crew of White Fish Village
Chapter 295 The Film Crew of White Fish Village
The old woman shook her head, tossed the pestle in her hand into the basin, splashing water everywhere.
"There's no time, it's getting dark, I need to hurry and take the clothes back."
As she spoke, she glanced at the minivan parked by the roadside, her meaning clear—
I want to take a comfortable ride home so I don't have to bend over and carry heavy loads.
Another elderly woman quickly wrung out her clothes and chimed in:
"Yes, I still have to cook for my husband when I get back."
Yang Mi could easily see through this little scheme, and said with a smile:
"Oh, that's easy, I'll drive the aunties home."
Hearing this, the old woman was finally satisfied. She dragged the laundry tub from the long bench over and began to tidy up as she spoke:
"That young man, named Chaosheng, was swept here by the big waves in the river."
He was supported by a girl from the village who had already died, named Liu Niu. They lived in the mountain god temple.
A look of heartache appeared between Yang Mi's brows.
These days, many people like to show pity.
When you see a child on the street staring at a grilled sausage, drooling but unable to buy it, some people will lament that the child was born into the wrong family.
When people see women in big cities crying about how poor they are and can't afford to let their children ride in cars, they might sigh and say that life is truly bitter.
But you should really visit some of the poorest villages.
Many children don't know what a grilled sausage is.
Many women never touch a used car worth 10,000 or 20,000 yuan in their entire lives.
She grew up in one of those villages—
Although her family was relatively well-off, she had seen too much hardship in that land.
The old woman continued:
"Back then, the old bachelors in the village wanted Chaosheng to be their son, but Liu Niu refused, and the matter went to the village committee."
Everyone thought Liu Niu couldn't afford to raise the child because Liu Niu was mentally challenged.
The assistant director frowned:
"Then you should give the child to the bachelor you mentioned."
"A mentally challenged person can't even take care of themselves, how can they raise a child?"
The old woman said:
"When the dispute was at its most intense, a wandering hermit came to the village."
A wise person said that this child and Liu Niu have a mother-son bond, and this bond can avert a major disaster in the village.
From then on, everyone took good care of the mother and child.
The assistant director shouted:
"Isn't this superstition?"
He slapped his forehead, realized what was going on, and said with a hint of anger:
"Is it because of this superstition that the village chief won't let us go to the mountain god temple to film?"
Do you know how much it cost us to build this temple scene?!
Yang Mi frowned and glanced at the assistant director:
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The assistant director was furious, but dared not show it in front of the villagers, only muttering to himself:
"The director originally wanted that mountain god temple and promised the village more than a million yuan."
A great opportunity to make money was right in front of you, but you threw it away because of your ignorance.
"Villagers are just villagers—ignorant, they'll never get rich in this life."
But halfway through his muttering, his eyes suddenly widened, and a greedy glint flashed within them.
He originally thought the mountain god temple had some special significance for the villagers, so he dared not continue talking to the village chief.
Since the village chief only left the mountain god temple because of that man named Chaosheng, why not just go directly to Chaosheng himself?
If Chao Sheng agrees to film inside, I will have done a great service.
As for how to get people to agree?
Give me the money.
They could ask the production team for the money and still make a profit in the process.
If the production team comes up with a million, I'll just give them half a million.
If the villagers saw 500,000, wouldn't their eyes light up?
Maybe 300,000 will suffice—I could even be a little greedy.
Yang Mi didn't have those thoughts.
She can understand the villagers' thoughts.
That's not superstition; for them, it's a belief.
She looked up towards the mountain, at that man—
She was becoming more and more curious.
. . . . .
Late at night.
A cool breeze wafted through the mountain god's temple.
This coolness was not unpleasant for Jiang Chaosheng; on the contrary, it was a kind of enjoyment.
That's what winter felt like back then.
He skillfully lit a fire in the small stove.
The firelight leaped up and licked his face, warming him.
The pot was very clean.
It must be the old village chief who often comes to clean up.
He tossed the frozen dumplings into the pot and waited quietly. This isn't a joke, it's a recommendation for the treasure book "Zero Antique Shop: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts":
Jiang Chaosheng knew that the village chief had listened to the fortune teller's words and felt that he could save the village from a major disaster in the future, which was why he cared about him so much and treated him so well.
He thought to himself that the village chief's hopes were probably going to be dashed.
Aside from the fact that he inexplicably lost his memory over the past two years, there's nothing else particularly special about him.
The dumplings floated to the surface; after three dips in water, they were cooked.
Jiang Chaosheng scooped out the dumplings and divided them into two plates and a bowl.
I kept two plates for myself and my mother.
My mother loves dumplings. But since he was born, she has never had a full meal of dumplings.
Although she always said she didn't like to eat, he clearly saw her secretly swallowing her saliva while watching him eat dumplings.
He placed the two plates of dumplings on the broken table and the bowl in front of the old mountain god statue.
This mountain god statue is like family to him.
Jiang Chaosheng swallowed a dumpling, looked up at the blurry statue, and said softly:
A wave of inexplicable sadness washed over him, and he added, almost as if possessed:
"Only you are with me now."
If I have the chance, I'll let you be a real mountain god.
"Tap tap tap—"
A stray cat ran across the temple rooftop, as if in response.
Jiang Chaosheng didn't pay any attention, walked back to the small table, and slowly ate his dumplings.
Suddenly, he stopped eating.
He sensed something—and suddenly turned his head to look north.
My gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the mountain god temple, across the hill, and land in a place very, very far away.
He muttered to himself:
"Is that... the Rhine town built by the film crew?"
For some reason, he sensed that something was happening in that direction.
He couldn't explain what that feeling was called, nor could he explain what it was.
Hmm... it seems like something has awakened there.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my head.
Especially in the center of the forehead, it looks like something is trying to force its way out.
The throbbing pain was sharp and brutal, as if the bones were about to be cracked.
He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his knuckles against his brow, and rubbed it vigorously.
"What exactly happened to me in the past two years?"
"Knock knock knock".
A knock sounded on the door, accompanied by a hint of hostility.
The headache stopped abruptly.
The feeling that his brow was about to burst out of his body vanished, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Jiang Chaosheng murmured:
"It's so late...did the village chief know I was back?"
He walked over and opened the door.
The three people I'd seen tonight were standing outside the door.
.....
The three people came for different reasons.
The assistant director just consulted with Zhang Baiwei before coming here to negotiate with Jiang Chaosheng.
One million for the filming rights to the mountain god temple.
A new temple to the mountain god has been built?
Zhang Baiwei didn't care; he could just tear it down if necessary.
Everything in the films he makes has to be perfect.
The atmosphere and feel of this old mountain temple are incomparable to any newly built set.
Yang Mi, on the other hand, was simply bored.
There's no nightlife here; the nights are long and endless.
She was a big fan of supernatural movies and couldn't suppress her curiosity about Jiang Chaosheng, so she came along with the assistant director.
However, the assistant director was very unhappy about his arrival.
Originally, he planned to give Jiang Chaosheng 300,000 or 500,000 yuan and keep the rest for himself.
Now that the lead actor has arrived, how could he dare to do anything?
So they knock on the door violently to vent their dissatisfaction.
.....
The assistant director was visibly taken aback when he saw Jiang Chaosheng.
The villagers said that this man should be an ordinary person, but why does he have an inexplicable air of authority about him?
I guess I'm overthinking it.
The assistant director reconsidered his approach.
This man will surely fawn over me in a moment.
Because I'm giving away money.
That's a million dollars! This kid will never have seen that much money in his life.
He coughed lightly, full of confidence:
"Mr. Jiang, right? Let me introduce myself, I'm from the film crew..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chaosheng frowned and said:
"Get to the point."