Chapter 134：

Hearing that the Fu family came to take Xiaobao to the capital to film the film, the Yin family was grateful. Xiaobao saved the life of the young master of the Fu family, and did not intend to repay him, but he did not expect the Fu family to remember them so much and would not dislike them. Poor and willing to help.

For this reason, before the New Year's Day, the old lady killed a **** pig in the family to entertain the guests. Thanks to the Fu family for supporting her family, and by the way celebrate Xiaobao's first time in the city to film. Uncle Yin also raised his big knife, sharpened the knife to the pigpen, and under the guidance of the little guy, he picked one of the lucky ones.

After the enthusiasm for the Yin family was rejected to no avail, the boy had no choice but to say, "Then a smaller pig." He and the driver's bodyguard were three together, and they couldn't eat too much.

"Okay." The little guy just nodded, and the next second he pointed his finger at the strongest pig in the pigpen. It seemed that he had sensed the danger. The black pig immediately moved away from the sink and hid behind his companion. But that morning, the pig's screaming cry resounded through the intestines, and the blood flowed in buckets after buckets, alarming the surrounding neighborhoods. Many children also came to watch and join in the fun.

"Yo Hongmei, the New Year hasn't come yet, have all the pigs been killed?" Don't save them and drag them to the market before the New Year? During that time, the price of pork doubled than usual! They don't believe that the shrewd old lady Luo doesn't know this.

The old lady put down the pig butcher knife in her hand and wiped her sweat with her cuffs. After a while, she continued to lift the knife and drop her hand. The sassy and heroic posture remained undiminished. She killed the pig and explained, "Yes, this is not what Mr. Fu wants to bring. Did Xiaobao go to the city to film? There is also the establishment of a factory. We are going to kill pigs to celebrate."

"Wow, congratulations, congratulations, I'll just say, Xiaobao is a blessing! This is not, I have to go to the big city to film, we will sooner or later see his Xiaojun face on the TV." And since Xiaobao casually After saving the individual, it is visible to the naked eye that the days of the Yin family are called a nourishment. The granddaughter can enter university, the younger grandson is going to film, and the family has to build a factory. Isn't this a sign of blessing? The villagers in the neighbourhood were all too envious, but regretted that there was not a little doll in the house who opened his mouth and came to blessing.

There are also a few young and middle-aged people who are full of brains, specifically to inquire about Uncle Yin's establishment of the factory, and euphemistically express whether they can be given a place for work. Shen Qiuyi was also entangled by her family for this. When she saw the brothers who abandoned her like a shoe, after so many years, they were shy and begged her to speak nice things in front of the big house. Extraordinarily complicated.

Of course, she also knew that her mother's family were lazy and unwilling to agree to whatever they begged.

On the same day, the whole family entertained the guests and enjoyed a delicious pork feast. The excess pork was **** by Mrs. Luo and sent to the teenager enthusiastically. The boy couldn't push it, so he had to accept it.

Before leaving, the Yin family also exhorted Yin Minglu Qiang Wan, "Little treasure, you don't understand anything. When you arrive in the city, you must listen to your brother. You can't run around, don't you know?"

Yin Minglu obediently nodded his little head.

"You can't kick the quilt at night, be careful of catching cold." As a mother, Shen Qiuyi's son got out of his belly, usually warm and painful, and has been growing under his nose. This is the first time in nine years. Separated from himself for the second time and went to places where he was not familiar with his life, Shen Qiuyi was naturally unwilling to give up. He took the child by the hand and immediately burst into tears, and he almost didn't cry.

The boy was surprised, "Little Treasure still kicks the quilt?"

Shen Qiuyi nodded embarrassedly, rubbing the little guy's soft hair, "Yes, Xiaobao is naughty, he loves to push on quilts at night, and he almost caught a cold a few days ago. Someone must tuck the quilt for him in the middle of the night."

Is he like this? Yin Minglu tilted his head, blinked his eyes and looked innocent, indicating that he had no impression of this.

The boy smiled, "Auntie, don't worry, I will look at Xiaobao. I sleep with him at night, and if he kicks the quilt, I will help him cover it."

Shen Qiuyi was shocked, "Why is this so embarrassing?"

The boy said, "It doesn't matter, Xiaobao is like my brother. I will take care of him when he is out."

After several more rounds, after Shen Qiuyi almost stripped off Yin Minglu's underwear, Yin Minglu finally set foot on the road to the city.

The car opened, and he climbed up in a whisper. The boy supported him accurately, then patted the seat next to him and said, "Sit here."

Yin Minglu rubbed it obediently, looking at him with a small face, the boy was contented, and smiled and said, "Really good."

"What movie am I going to do?" Yin Minglu said curiously. This is more than eight years, and countless classic TV series movies have been born for later generations. They have very glorious significance in the history of film and television. Can he let the original owner have the honor to participate in it?

The teenager handed him a few small books, with gentle brows and eyes. "Your first play needs an audition. The casting has not yet been determined. If you have learned the lines well, you will be able to win it if you play well. The process is harder, wait for this one. After the show is broadcast, you will become famous." He is optimistic about the talent of this child and is definitely the best among his peers.

Yin Minglu pretended not to understand, and opened the handwritten notebook. When he saw "Romania of the Fragrant Mansion", his slick pupils shrank subconsciously. This series of TV series adapted from literary classics. The preparatory team was established in the early 1980s. The first draft of the script was completed at the end of the same year. The director took two years to select hundreds of actors from tens of thousands of candidates across the country.

From the starring young lady to the group acting as a maid, the directors are all carefully selected. After confirming the role candidates, it is not counted. In history, several training courses have been held so that the actors can thoroughly understand the original books, ponder the role, and learn piano and chess at the same time. Only qualified candidates can formally participate in the performance.

In other words, if Yin Minglu is selected, even if it is a small role, he will have to spend at least several months on this play, but the rewards are endless. Because this is a costume drama filmed by the state investment, after it was broadcast, the flowers, the grass, the words, the actor's smiles, have become the best memories of countless people in their childhood.

For a while, Yin Minglu's heart was still a little surging, and when he opened the notebook and looked up, he felt a heavy force. He thought that if he was lucky enough to play, he would do his best.

Seeing him stunned, the young man comforted him thoughtfully, "Don’t be stressed. If this crew fails, we still have the next crew. I asked the director to book you a role as a monkey spirit, so you won’t leave without success. . You have read your notes for two hours. Are you tired now? Do you want to sleep with me?"

Speaking of tiredness, Yin Minglu's little head melon seeds also nodded, rubbed his eyes, and closed the notebook. Seeing the boy's proposal, he lay down obediently, resting his thigh on the boy's thigh and preparing to go to sleep, before closing his eyes, his little cheek rubbed his hand unconsciously.

Feeling the warm and tender touch on the palm of his hand, a smile quietly appeared on the boy's already picturesque face, and he hugged the boy tighter to relieve a bit of bumps on the road.

When night was about to fall, the driver finally couldn't stand it. He thought that this ancestor named Xiaobao could really sleep. He could sleep with his young master’s hard legs. He could still sleep so sweetly, with suspicious water marks on the corners of his mouth, that little snoring. One after another. Although the child had little hands on the young master's legs, and his sleeping face was extremely white and tender, he was unwilling to wake him up.

But this city has been driving back and forth ten times, and the night market has been around ten times. Seeing that it is getting dark, when can it stop. The driver muttered. It can be seen that the young master is happy in it, and he can only bite the bullet and continue to drive.

Because the driver of the Fu family didn't know Yin Yu'e, he didn't recognize the young couple in the street stall after visiting the night market.

The weather gradually turned cold. Everyone was walking on the street, exhaling white flowers, but Qin Mao was hot and sweaty. Because he and his daughter-in-law Yin Yu'e are pushing a hot soup pot called Guandongzhu and selling them in the street market.

This Oden-cooking stall is not big or small. The iron pot for making soup is separated by a dozen square grids with iron plates, and different things are blanched in each grid.

The meaty dishes include shrimp dumplings, fish balls, scallops, tribute balls, white sliced ​​tofu, and vegetarian dishes such as water spinach, kelp, baby cabbage, and radish. There are several plastic cups next to it. Once a customer orders, just scoop things into the cup, and then add sesame oil, coriander or salt according to each customer’s taste. This rare snack format was attracted by its debut. The attention of most people in the night market.

In fact, the oden-boiled soup did not taste very good, because Yin Yue did not cook much at home, so the craftsmanship can only be said to be improvised. The lack of soup itself. In addition, the night market was originally set up with ordinary stalls such as noodles, dumplings, pancakes, and steamed buns. Suddenly, a novel oden stall appeared, which was particularly attractive.

And the weather is cold, the citizens are also willing to spend a dollar or two, some hot soup, hold it in their hands, take a sip, drink while walking, to dissipate the body's cold.

So for a time, the guest came like a cloud.

From time to time, guests called for meat or vegetables, which caused Qin Mao to be so busy, and several times after he settled his accounts, he found the wrong money. Yin Yu'e, who is in charge of the cash register, cocked her mouth with satisfaction, thinking that, as she expected, these citizens would naturally join in if they hadn't eaten these things. Just today's income, she would almost recover the upfront costs.

If the day comes down and the profit is so much every day, in less than two months, she will be able to completely take a shop in the city and open a special diet. When the restaurant opens and customers come again, she will be able to hire small workers, as a shopkeeper, save a sum of money to set up a clothing factory. There are countless trendy fashion experiences in her mind, and the big deal is to make domestic copycat low-profile versions of international high-end clothing. These people who have never seen the world will definitely buy it. Anyway, make the money first.

Yin Yu'e, who was busy counting the money, did not pay attention to her stall. Several sneaky figures appeared in front of her stall. They looked at her stall from a distance. Some stepped forward and bought a cup of oden and walked away, while others walked away. Pretending to pass by unintentionally, after silently glanced at the bottom of the pot, he left carelessly.

Then within a few days, Yin Yu'e found that the income on her account book had dropped drastically. It was not as good as the peak of the first day, and it was still falling vertically. She was anxious to grab her husband Qin Mao's arm and said, "What's the matter? Why are there so many fewer guests?"

Qin Mao was also stunned, wiping his sweat and said, "Yes, the number of guests was reduced by half the day before yesterday, and today is a bit less." Not like Yin Yu'e who counts money in the background, he is responsible for scooping the ingredients for the soup, so he can obviously feel the flow of people. Changes are indeed decreasing day by day.

"It's only three days. It's impossible for the guests to get tired of eating so quickly, right?" Yin Yu'e doesn't believe in evil, how can this be possible? It may be tired after only three days.

There must be a problem!

Yin Yu'e left the stall aggressively, and after walking a few steps away, she found that not far from their stall, there were countless similar Oden shops where the steamed bun stalls and noodle stalls were originally opened, and the soup was stronger and more delicious than the others. The price of that meat and vegetable is cheaper than that of a family, so the guests rushed to these stalls, shouting, "The boss, give me some tofu. I want to order cabbage."

They were stolen from the teacher? ? ? Yin Yu'e almost fainted without stimulation.