Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 9 Qing Yu Nian Have you ever filmed a TV series?

  Qingguo, Qingli four years, spring.

  In an unnamed alley in the city of Kyoto.

Zhou Ji's figure slowly emerged from the void, eyes slightly opened, Zhou Ji suddenly woke up, recalled the whole process of crossing, but found that his memory was chaotic, and finally he only remembered that when he opened the square map, there were more images in his mind. a message from .

   "The TV drama version of celebrating more than one year?"

   Has "Celebrating More Than Years" been filmed in a TV series?

  Zhou Ji usually watches some TV series, such as "The Legend of Zhen Huan" which just finished broadcasting, and "Mythology" which exploded last year.

   "No, I have to check the specific information first, and then make a plan."

  Zhou Ji just wanted to open the backpack, but suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from the small courtyard next door.

   Listening to the sound of breathing and footsteps, the visitors seemed to be some young women who did not know martial arts. Zhou Ji restrained his breath and listened carefully.

   "As soon as the red rider passes by, we will take off our dirty clothes and jump into the carriage, understand?"

"clear!"

  Carriage, red rider, what are they trying to do?

  On the official road at the end of the alley, a cluster of red tassels passed by out of the corner of my eye, and then another wave of footsteps came from far to near, breaking into the house.

  'Heavy steps, long breathing, and leather and metal grinding during walking, it seems that this time the people who came here are from the army. '

   "It's really lively." Zhou Ji felt a little curious.

   But curiosity is nothing but curiosity, he has no intention of poking his head over to take a look.

   There was no begging for mercy, nor was there any delay. The sergeant had already withdrawn in an orderly manner within a moment of contact between the two parties, leaving only the gradually thickening **** smell spreading around.

  Zhou Ji closed his eyes slightly, sighed a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any unbearable and hesitation in his eyes.

  People have to adapt to the times after all.

  Ye Qingmei wanted to adapt this era to her, but was turned back by this era.

   Zhou Ji does not have such lofty ideals, nor does he have the time and energy to do these things.

  Different from soul wear, he is traveling through the body this time, at least until he obtains immortality, he has no spare power to change the whole world.

  Leaving from the official road on the other side along the alley, Zhou Ji deliberately found a deserted house to settle temporarily, and after confirming the surrounding conditions, he relaxed to check his belongings.

   "Huh? Where's my computer? Where's my phone?"

  Zhou Ji put the long box on his back on the ground, and opened the backpack casually, only to find that the laptop that was originally prepared for this time travel turned into loose sand that could break at the touch of a touch!

  Zhou Ji thought something was wrong, subconsciously touched his pocket, but found half a pocket of sand and a compass intact.

"Why is there no problem with the compass, and the mobile phone and computer have turned into sand?" Zhou Ji quickly poured out all the things in the backpack, and found that except for the first aid kit and antibiotics, all electronic products such as power banks and solar chargers had turned into sand. gravel.

   Could it be that electronic devices cannot be carried when crossing?

  Zhou Ji frowned and said: "It seems that we can only wait until the next time we travel, and go to the temple to prepare some electronic equipment to verify this conjecture."

   "The loss of the mobile phone and computer is the next best thing. After all, I still remember the original novel. The main reason is that these things must not cause accidents!" Zhou Ji turned to look at the shoulder-high long box next to him.

This is a sword case specially made by someone before he crossed over. The shape is imitated by Murong Ziying's sword case in Legend of Sword and Fairy, but what is inside is a Barrett's sniper rifle and a dozen various weapons. grenade.

  Opening the sword case, Zhou Ji let out a long sigh of relief.

   Fortunately, the gun and ammunition are fine, but the electronic sight has turned into gravel, and he also has an optical sight, which doesn't have much impact.

"Speaking of which, Ye Qingmei brought out a Barrett from the temple." Zhou Ji pinned the Desert Eagle in his arms, closed the sword case and said with a smile: "It stands to reason that the technological level of the future world should be very high. Right? Why are you still using a 20th-century firearm like Barrett?"

   That's all, when I go to the temple, it will be clear.

  Put on the long gown that was brought in from elsewhere, and Zhou Ji put the sword case on his shoulder with his backhand. Although he looked a little uncivilized and unmartial, Qing, who had always been regarded as a barbarian by Northern Qi, didn't care about dressing up like a literati.

Walking along the main road in Kyoto, Zhou Ji's pockets are getting fuller and fuller. Jewelry and jade pendants are not easy to sell. He doesn't like copper plates. Silver tickets will be traced back to the source. It is already full of gold beads and leaves and scattered silver.

   "Yo, guest officer, please come inside~"

   "This is the first time you come to our Yishiju, right? There is a private room on the second floor, please take a look, sir."

Zhou Ji glanced at the noisy lobby and couldn't help being a little friendly. In the era without mobile phones and TVs, restaurants were the most well-informed places, ranging from small parents to family affairs to national affairs, but the news was somewhat true. How fake, I'm afraid even they don't know it.

   "Find a place by the window, I like quiet."

  Zhou Ji walked through the lobby and went up the stairs. There were no less than ten people who locked their eyes on him along the way. Some were curious about why he was carrying a 'coffin', and some felt that he was unfamiliar and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

  As soon as I went up to the second floor, it suddenly became much quieter. The small rooms separated by screens are well arranged, and even if someone is talking, they will not disturb others by shouting loudly.

  Not far away were a few literati young men chatting, Zhou Ji passed by, and one of the young men with dark eye bags casually said the word "Red Mansion", which attracted Zhou Ji's attention.

  News is here!

  Zhou Ji remained calm, sitting in another small wing room not far away, casually tossing a silver coin to Xiao Er.

   "Have a jug of fruit wine, and bring me a table of your signature dishes. If there are too many, it will be a reward."

   After sending Xiao Er away, Zhou Ji turned his head and looked at the street scene of Kyoto outside the window.

  Ye Qingmei's many years of management, coupled with the support of Emperor Qing, has already pushed the national power of Qing to the peak. Although her dream is still far away, at least the lives of the people at the bottom have improved a lot.

   Sipping fruit wine in small sips, he learned the identities of these people from the conversations of those young masters.

  Edited by Guo Baokun in the palace, He Zongwei, a down-and-out literati in Beijing, and the sons of several officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials.

   "Since you are scholars, you should read more sages and sages. Although you have never read "Red Mansion", you know that this is a reciting book. Its content is full of evil and delusion, and should be banned!"

   "What Mr. Guo said is true! He has read this book a bit, it is really filthy, it should be banned!"

   "Mr. Guo is right, I will tell my father when I get back, and let the government of Kyoto send someone to the street to seal the book!"

   Zhou Ji is by my side

  Laughed dumbfounded. If Guo Baokun had any enmity with Fan Xian, it would definitely be out of the question. He didn't even know that the book was written by Fan Xian.

  If you want to say that he has a hatred for "Dream of Red Mansions", that's out of the question.

   It was just bragging at the dinner table in the wine bureau, but it was taken seriously by those who wanted to curry favor with him, so much so that he pushed him to the high platform and even took away the ladder.

  It was originally a trivial matter, Guo Baokun enjoyed the sense of superiority that everyone responded to, waved his hand, and said proudly:

   "Ban! Ban tomorrow!"

  (end of this chapter)