After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

After the fireworks were set off, it was almost eleven o'clock. Lu Qingfeng took out the sweet potatoes that were cooked over charcoal fire in the stove and gave them to a few people as a midnight snack.

After eating and washing up, they said good night to each other and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Lu Qingfeng did not go to bed directly, but read a book for a while before covering his eyes with the camera and lying on the bed.

I thought about today's recording and guessed what I would shoot tomorrow. Sleepiness slowly came over me and I fell into a dream.

Although he slept late yesterday, he still woke up around six o'clock, sat up in bed and stared blankly for five minutes before getting out of bed, putting on his clothes, and removing the towel that was blocking the camera.

"morning."

I said hello casually and went downstairs.

The other four were still sleeping, but the staff of the program crew had already woken up, and a photographer followed them.

"Have you had breakfast?"

The temperature in the mountains fluctuates greatly between morning and evening. Lu Qingfeng hunched his neck, put his hands in his jacket pockets, and talked to the photographer.

"Not yet. We're switching shifts for lunch, and someone will come take my place later."

"Oh."

Lu Qingfeng rolled his eyes and didn't want to make breakfast.

"Everyone's eating there, and there's no restaurant here?"

The photographer didn't think too much about it, and just answered when he asked.

“Arrangements have been made to provide three meals a day to local residents.”

"That's it."

Lu Qingfeng said this and strolled out of the yard.

The cameraman was very curious.

"Student Lu, aren't you going to make breakfast?"

"It's still early, I'm going out for a walk."

There was no need to look for them deliberately. There were so many staff members on the "Sounds into My Ears" production team, and they brought a lot of equipment. Early in the morning, you could just go to where the noise was the loudest and you would see them gathered together for breakfast.

Director Xu Yan was also there, holding a bun in his hand. He was stunned when he saw Lu Qingfeng coming over.

"I'm eating, Brother Xu."

Lu Qingfeng seemed to be greeting a neighbor passing by, but his eyes were actually fixed on the food in his hand.

Xu Yan swallowed the bun in his mouth and saw through his intention at a glance.

"You can have breakfast, but only if you win the game."

Xu Yan is not the kind of director who follows rules. He will not arrange every process rigidly. He will make modifications based on the behavior of the guests. This is also the case now. He just made a rule.

Letting the guests cook for themselves is a highlight, as is the tug-of-war between them and the program crew.

"playing what?"

Lu Qingfeng was in high spirits. After all, if he lost, he wouldn't lose anything, and if he won, he would make a lot of money.

"Let's play the cards."

The game Xu Yan mentioned was the one he played when he was a child.

The artist got two sheets of A4 paper and started folding them. It was very simple and should be the same across the country.

Fold the paper in half vertically, then stack them in a cross shape. Fold the protruding part of the cross into a triangle shape, press it into the center part, and finally tuck the last corner into the gap to form a square.

The folding method is the same, but the name is different. Some places call it corner picture pieces, some places call it square corners, and some places call it square corners. No matter what it is called, the way to play is the same.

Set the conditions for winning or losing, and both sides play rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first.

As a result, Xu Yan made the first move. Lu Qingfeng felt a little sorry, so he put his painting on the ground and stepped on it.

Xu Yan looked at him speechlessly, and in the end said nothing. He opened his arms and smashed the picture in his hand down with force.

Snapped!

Lu Qingfeng's picture card jumped up and fell back down without turning over.

Although the game was proposed by Xu Yan, it seemed that the other party's skills were not very good.

It was Lu Qingfeng's turn. He picked up his own and observed it first.

He had played this game before, and it took some skill to win, because the picture was flat, and when you put the whole thing on it, the force was distributed too evenly, which would lead to the situation just now.

The picture popped up, but nothing changed.

If you want to turn it over, the force will be uneven.

In short, hit one side.

Aim at the position, start, and swing down.

As a result of the two cameras being aimed at the ground, Xu Yan's painting, which originally had four folds facing upwards, was now turned upside down.

"Yes!"

Lu Qingfeng waved his fist and won the right to have a buffet breakfast.

With a dedicated person in charge, the program team's menu is much richer than if they made it themselves.

When the remaining four people got up, they were surprised to see the food on the table in the main room.

Lu Qingfeng chuckled and told them what happened in the morning, receiving unanimous praise. It was not easy to get some benefits from a black-hearted director.

After breakfast and a short rest, the director came over with a few editors and assigned tasks to the five people today.

It is naturally impossible for several people to cook and eat every day when they come here to shoot the show. It is interesting at the beginning, but if it is repeated too much, the show will become boring.

"Today I'm going to arrange for you to visit a traditional craftsman. Please prepare a gift for the visit."

Several people sitting in the yard began to discuss curiously who they were going to visit.

After discussing for a long time without any result, we decided to set off directly and went to the convenience store to buy milk, crispy candies and fruits as gifts.

You can’t buy high-end gift boxes here, so just follow local customs.

The program crew's vehicle took the group to the foot of a mountain, and they had to walk up the mountain by themselves.

They climbed up the stairs and met a young man waiting for them on the mountainside.

He is in his thirties, with a flat head, wearing a plain Tang suit with a buttoned stand-up collar, a pair of bell-bottom trousers, and black cloth shoes. He looks simple and close to nature.

Lu Qingfeng felt that he had seen this person somewhere before.

Suddenly I remembered that I had seen this person’s videos on Tik Tok and Bilibili. He is an internet celebrity who films traditional Chinese crafts.

There are not many videos released about the ancient handmade methods of making things like eight-treasure ink, oil-paper umbrellas, cinnabar rouge, eyebrow stone, and guqin, but each one is well-made and takes a long time.

It allows people to feel the beauty of traditional art.

Although Lu Qingfeng didn't pay attention, he watched every video he came across.

"Hey, he seems to be the famous internet celebrity, craftsman Qu Jiang."

Not only did he recognize it, but several other people also recognized it, including Tong Jin, who also has an account on the Internet and has quite a few fans.

"It's me, welcome everyone."

Craftsman Qu Jiang came up to greet us with a smile.

Lu Qingfeng and others greeted them politely and presented them with gifts.

Qu Jiang gladly accepted it, and then took a few people to where he lived, a tile-roofed house halfway up the mountain. There was a natural flat land, which after renovation became a large square.

There is a bamboo forest behind the house and a stream flowing through it. There are also many facilities around the house and in the square, especially a red brick stove which is particularly eye-catching.

These things are exactly the same as the scenes in the video he released.

Everyone looked at it curiously.

After the pleasantries, he finally talked about the purpose of the visit.

Experience traditional Chinese art.

Ru porcelain!