Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

The nearly two-day wedding shoot made Wen Xu feel as if she had peeled off a layer of skin, and her whole body was a little dazed. When the photographer uttered the word "OK", Wen Xu leaned against the On Dabai's neck, he took off the bow tie on his neck with one hand, panting heavily.

   "I'm going to watch the short film." Shi Shangzhen looked like a normal person, lifted the long skirt that dragged the floor, and walked towards the photographer.

   Halfway through, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Wen Xu, come and have a look!"

   "Okay!" Wen Xu squeezed out a little smile from his face, then stretched out his hand and patted Dabai's neck helplessly, and then followed his wife's pace.

   Just when Wen Xu sat at the small table next to the shooting location, Shimao and Hang Chen also came over, gathered around the computer on the table, and looked at the photos taken by the photographer.

  Wen Xu took a few glances, and felt that the shot was very good. He didn't make his wife look out of shape, nor did he make himself ugly. Anyway, he knew it was Wen Xu and Shi Shangzhen.

For Wen Xu, the most important thing about the photos is that they are real. They didn’t take pictures of themselves as before. All the brides in the wedding photos looked like they came out of the same mold. Wen Xu remembered hearing a wedding photo before. A colleague once told a joke. When I went to the makeup room of the photo studio, I didn’t know where I was looking for my daughter-in-law. There were twenty or so people in a row, all of whom looked the same, and had to wait for my daughter-in-law to call me. Someone came out, or who knows who is whose daughter-in-law.

   Not only did Wen Xu think it was good, but the photographer was also very satisfied with this set of works. He couldn't stop flipping through them, and then talked to Shi Shangzhen about how to make some adjustments with PS later.

   "Sister, the scenery here is beautiful, can you be our photography base in the future? If there are guests who want to take pictures, we will be considered a win-win situation."

Curly, who was almost **** by Dahua and Erhua yesterday, can't see the cowardly appearance yesterday at this time, and immediately recovered his so-called artist state. Don't be fooled by his appearance, he is actually a Miscellaneous leader.

Shi Shangzhen replied directly: "If you don't say anything else, it's the cost. You may not be able to bear it. Let me put it this way. For two days and one night, you even have food and accommodation. If you change the cost There is no room for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and it is difficult to book a room here, even if many regular customers do not come a month in advance, they may not arrive!"

  Da Bolang heard it and said directly: "Money is not a problem!"

  For those who take wedding photos, they all use such a company. Few of them will care about the extra 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and the whole team will pay for it. Those who go to this company to shoot are rich people, and those who have no money are reluctant to spend the money. The small photo studio will solve the problem.

   "Money is not a problem, but the room here is always a problem!" Shi Shangzhen said directly.

That's true, there are not enough houses to rent now, and those who are not regular customers and their credit ratings have not been deducted excessively, it is common to make you wait for two months, who is interested in earning money for wedding photos, let alone Who knows what two hundred and five will come at that time, and the family will be spoiled for a while, and if they make troubles, they will still have to worry about it, isn't that troublesome.

As soon as Da Bolang heard it, he immediately stopped talking. When they came, their boss had specially told everyone not to make this person angry, or else they would eat or walk around, so Da Bolang's enthusiasm belongs to enthusiasm , but the sense of proportion can still be grasped.

After looking at it for a while, the photographer was also very satisfied with his work, turned his head to Shi Shangzhen and asked again: "Sister, why don't we do this, we will give you a part of the shooting fee, you can let us take these photos As an exhibition of works, do you think it can be done?"

   This person was really satisfied with these photos, so he wanted to make them part of his portfolio, so he opened his mouth and asked.

Just as Wen Xu was about to speak, he immediately heard Shi Shangzhen say, "No, we don't lack the money, and all these things are washed out, and after they are made, they will be sent to me along with all the things. The money is a matter. I will tell you President Fang personally."

  The photographer couldn't help feeling a little depressed when he heard this, and felt that he was also a dignified photographer, why did he feel so unpopular today. When I used to take photos for people, they were always busy and enthusiastic. When I met these two today, they kept a certain distance when they spoke, and they seemed a little lukewarm.

But he still has no way to put on the air of a famous photographer. He knows who his boss is, and he also knows what his boss means by taking good photos of you to make others satisfied. He is as smart as he knows that this person is not offended by him. So this little bit of depression is put in the bottom of my heart.

   "The adjustment is done, I'll let my assistant pass it on to you!" said the photographer.

"Don't forget the assistant, it's just you. When the time comes, some things will be changed by the assistant. I might tell you what it will turn into. Let me tell you directly. Everyone, don't worry." Shi Shangzhen looked at the screen, Keep flipping through the small films that were shot.

Wen Xu was a little paralyzed at this time, sitting on a chair and turning her head to watch a group of people busy packing things, the most important thing is to check that these guys don't let them miss anything, or leave garbage or something On their own territory.

Just like that, after about half an hour, Shi Shangzhen, Shima, and Hang Chen were still chatting about small movies, and a group of handymen had already packed their things, and they were all waiting to go back. , but these three people obviously didn't notice these people at all now, and continued to talk enthusiastically.

  Wen Xu met and said: "I'm waiting to get off work. If you want to read it, ask them to make a copy for you and keep it for you to read when you go back?"

  Shi Shang really thought about it, and said to the photographer: "Then trouble you!"

  Hearing what Shi Shangzhen said, the photographer smiled: "Okay!"

  Wen Xu smiled gratefully at himself when he saw the big wave, then quickly got into the car, brought a USB flash drive over after a while, and gave Shi Shangzhen a copy of the things he took.

  Back to the small courtyard, Wen Xu started to order food, and then the whole family ate around the table. Today's meal was quiet, and the three of them, young and old, all stretched their heads to look at the computer screen.

   "Eat, eat, the food is cold." Wen Xu stretched out his hand and tapped the table with his knuckles, and said to the three of them.

Shi Shangzhen raised her head here, Wen Xu thought she was going to talk about eating, but who knew that what came out of her mouth was: "Wen Xu, why do I feel that the colors displayed on my screen are not as good as those seen on their computer?" what!"

There was a black line in Wen Xu's heart, and he opened his mouth and said, "He used an Apple that made film, and yours is an ordinary computer. If you think the same, just take down the Apple notebook upstairs! Hurry up!" Eat something...".

  Before uttering the word rice, I heard Hang Chen say: "I'll get it!"

   After speaking, Deng Deng stood up and ran upstairs with a trot, and came down with an Apple notebook within two minutes. Afterwards, Wen Xu watched helplessly as the three women copied the movie to an Apple notebook, and got together again to watch it with gusto.

  Wen Xu really had nothing to say to these three people, so he buried himself in eating. After waiting for Wen Xu to finish eating, the three of them still kept their original appearance, talking and laughing together, not knowing what's so good about these photos.

   "I'm going out for a walk!"

  Wen Xu feels that the 'air' here is not very good, it's better for him to go out and relax!

   After finishing speaking, Wen Xu saw that no one wanted to talk to him, so he pushed open the door, greeted Dong Liang, and was about to go out for a walk, which was to digest after a meal.

   Not a few steps out of the door, I saw the old man walking towards me.

   "Boy, it's just right!" The old man immediately became happy when he saw Wen Xu head-on, and raised a short broom eyebrow.

"What's up?"

"I don't have any alcohol here. I want you to send me a few bottles of wine. It's best to get some more and send them to where I live now." The old man was not polite, and directly asked Wen Xu .

   "Are you drinking in our ancestral hall? What if you get drunk?" Wen Xu replied.

This morning, everyone unanimously agreed to let the old man live in the ancestral hall. The main work is very simple. If there is nothing to do, he will read a scripture to the ancestors of the Wen family and pray for future generations. If he is free, he will teach the children of the Wen family village. Martial arts, this job is probably the simplest errand, there is no requirement to go to work, and there is no late arrival and early departure, let alone clock in.

  The treatment is to provide three meals a day, and the monthly salary of 3,000 yuan is the same as other old people who keep the ancestral temple, which can be regarded as a pension.

The old Taoist didn’t say he was satisfied or dissatisfied. Anyway, after the notice arrived, he would hold a small bundle by himself. He heard that he lived in the ancestral hall with a deep-fried dough stick on the breakfast table of Bu Xinjian’s house. went.

"I live in the ear, your ancestral hall is inside, separated by three gates, and there are a few old men who have nothing to do to burn incense and worship. There are people there almost 24 hours a day. I'm a drunk old man. What are you doing there?" The old Taoist couldn't help being a little angry when he heard Wen Xu say that.

   "What's the matter with you? Are you unhappy?" Seeing that the old man still had a little temper, Wen Xu opened his mouth and asked.

  After getting along with each other for two mornings, Wen Xu felt that this old Taoist really has two talents. Even a quack warlock can be regarded as a capable warlock. With this skill alone, ten thousand is worth it, let alone three thousand a month.

   "It's okay, just a few old men in your ancestral hall are really annoying," the old man said angrily.

After hearing this, Wen Xu could only say oh, the few old people living in the ancestral hall are all in their sixties and seventies, and when it comes to seniority, they are all brothers of Wen Xu's clan, and the only elder is Grandpa Ninth, who is a little out of his mind , although the old man's mind is not normal, but when it comes to the ancestral hall and the like, the old man is sober. He used to sweep the ancestral graves every day. People talk a lot.

   "Speaking of business, do you have any wine?" The old man said.

"Is there no wine in the ancestral hall?" Wen Xu was quite surprised, because there must be wine in the ancestral hall. Wen Xu knows that, although Wen Xu has never been there since it was built, he still knows something. The old people in the ancestral hall from time to time There is wine during the small sacrifice, and these old men get together, and they will drink a small cup when they have nothing to do. How can there be no wine? Not only is there wine, but the wine is also good, one of which is the blue of Yanghe Hai, more than 100 yuan a bottle.

   "The wine can also be called wine?" The old Taoist stared and said: "Boy, if you are stingy, just say it directly, why are you going around with me, I am already an old man, is it interesting?"

  Wen Xu said with a smile: "You are so old, how can you be so confident in asking people for things?"

  The old man continued to speak confidently: "How can I say that I have taught you a few skills, shouldn't I have some wine from you?"

   Wen Xu listened and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I will go back and get it for you! Can a box be made?"

   "Send it to me!" the old man said, he just turned around and left straight away!

Wen Xu looked at the back of the old man, and felt that how he looked at it, he remembered that when Monkey King came out to learn art in Journey to the West, he stole clothes from others and wore them on his body, and walked like a man. The idiom! There is no way, the appearance of the old man is really ugly, but he does have skills. If it is more positive, it will be a bit like Pang Tong in the Three Kingdoms. He is ugly but has real skills.

Just watching the old man leave his sight, Wen Xu turned around, pulled the white bull out, took three bottles of Moutai and three bottles of Wuliangye from the space, hung them on the horns of the white bull with strings, and rode on by himself. After leaving the white cow, he wandered back to the ancestral hall like this.

  Anyway, Wen Xu has nothing to do at this time, and he doesn't want to go home. If Shi Shangzhen catches him and wants to discuss those photos with him, Wen Xu feels that his brain may explode directly.

Waiting for the warm and slow arrival on a white ox, the sky is already dark, the lights around the ancestral hall have been turned on, illuminating the eaves and screen walls of the ancestral hall, it looks not only antique, but also solemn and peaceful .

  Wen Xu stood at the door and went up to the seven-level stone platform. When he looked up, he saw a gold-rimmed and blue-backed scroll hanging in the middle of his head, with four big characters in official script written on it: Wen's Ancestral Hall.

  The two gates are fully seven meters wide, and there are nine rows and nine columns of red-bottomed copper nails on each door. Anyway, Wen Xu feels that this should be placed in the former Qing Dynasty, and these nails on the door alone are probably enough to wipe out the entire family.

  As soon as Wen Xu stood in front of the gate, just as he was about to reach out and grab the knocker of the animal head, which was bigger than a human head, to knock the door, he heard a dog barking from inside.

   "Shut up!" The dog closed its mouth after the angry old man shouted.

   "Who is it?"

   "I, Wen Xu!" Wen Xu raised her voice.