[Is that old man a private collector? He actually knows how to make these things! Although I don’t know calligraphy, I feel it is very powerful. I have been practicing it for decades! 】
[Whether it is a writing instrument or a black and white calligraphy and painting, the things belonging to our ancestors have a beauty that has accumulated over time. Who would have thought that a piece of ink would take more than a year to take shape. 】
[Only sixty minutes? What about the next episode? It’s the next episode! 】
[By the way, I always feel like I’ve forgotten something. What should I do in the first place? 】
The audience was confused at first, then horrified.
What are they doing? I actually finished watching a documentary!
Everyone just wants to catch the little goblin when they come in!
Hundreds of millions of viewers stared at the light screen and began to carefully recall in their minds, apart from the busy old man, were there any other figures in the documentary, for example - little goblins.
The way to make a brush is to wash the wool...
Stop it!
Many viewers wiped their faces and continued to reminisce, even passers-by who happened to appear.
How many medicinal materials should be added to the ink block gel step? I forgot, I have to read it again...
With a bang, they knocked their heads on the table, their expressions filled with despair.
They really just want to find little goblins, why are all they can think about is how to make them.
Yu Jing is poisonous!
Finally, the audience gave up, pulled the progress bar back to the beginning, and concentrated on watching, recording, and filming!
The next day, The Four Treasures of the Study's ratings of 39% were jaw-dropping. Coupled with the number of repeat on-demand viewings, it was higher than the ratings of some popular movies and TV series.
Even the most unpopular documentaries can make a show. Whether inside or outside the circle, Yu Jing is completely convinced. It feels like there is nothing this person can't do.
Finally, the outside world summed it up in one sentence——
If future documentaries are like this, watch it!
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As soon as the ratings came out, Chu Baixia happily went to tell Yu Jing the good news: "Director Jing, the ratings are out!"
In the room, Yu Jing, who was naked to the upper body, sat at the red lacquered round table and looked at him with her head tilted. Chu Baixia's face turned red and she hurriedly closed the door: "I'm sorry, Director Jing."
Yu Jing raised his eyebrows: "Why is he closing the door? Have you never been to the beach?"
The fog in the ancient city was thick in the morning and the air would be sultry, so he deliberately opened the door, but Chu Baixia closed it for him again.
Ji Yasu behind him smiled sullenly: "Perhaps the comments on the Internet influenced him. Even grandma thought you were kissing when she saw the photo, not to mention he is the person involved."
Yu Jing raised her hands in surrender: "Grandma, please stop teasing me. It was really because my hand collapsed that it hurt Xiaoxia's eyes, so I came closer to check the situation."
"You have never been in love since you were a child. Don't you have someone you like?"
Yu Jing was stunned, and a handsome and indifferent face flashed in his mind.
His back was turned to Ji Yasu, and Ji Yasu, who was sighing casually, did not notice his grandson's wandering eyes.
Yu Jing pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "I'm going to open the door. It's too boring."
The carved wooden door creaked open, and the breeze came in. Yu Jing patted her cheeks to dissipate the heat, and sat back down again. Ji Yasu poured the green liquid from the bottle into her hand and applied it bit by bit on Yu Jing's back. The white skin is covered with dense red spots, which is shocking as if it is allergic.
Yu Jing complained to Ji Yasu: "The mosquitoes in the mountains are too poisonous. They can bite you all over your clothes. Why do they only bite me? Mr. Qu Wendong has nothing to do with him."
The cool concoction was applied to her body, instantly dispelling the itching on her back. Yu Jing reached behind her back to touch it, but Ji Yasu held her down.
"Some of the skin has been scratched by you. Don't touch it before the medicine is dry."
There was a loud noise coming from the courtyard outside the Octagon Building.
Yu Jing smiled flatteringly at Ji Yasu, put on her clothes and ran downstairs. Chu Baixia was sitting on the wooden stairs and stood up quickly when she saw Yu Jing.
"What's the noise going on down there?" Yu Jing asked him.
Chu Baixia shook his head blankly. When Yu Jing passed by him, he smelled a strong smell of medicine. Looking at the red spots on Yu Jing's neck and arms, Chu Baixia suddenly realized that he had also been bitten by mosquitoes, but not as serious as Director Jing.
"You ink thief, give me back my things!" The roar became louder and louder, and Yu Jing ran into the yard in three steps at a time. They saw Qu Wendong blocking Mayor Song with a ferocious expression, waving the wolf hair in his hand, spraying ink dots around like a goddess scattering flowers, while the mayor's secretary covered his face beside him and couldn't bear to look at him.
"What's going on?" Yu Jing quickly intervened between the two of them to prevent Qu Wendong from doing anything serious. This man is a fierce man who can hold a stone lion. If he really wanted to punch it, Mayor Song's small body would definitely be able to carry it. Can't live.
Qu Wendong was going crazy. He pointed at Mayor Song and complained to Yu Jing: "Jing guided you here just in time. He sneaked into the room and stole the ink sticks I worked so hard to make."
Mayor Song's eyes widened and his voice was as loud as a bell: "Don't slander me. I'm turning them over. The documentary said that you should turn over from time to time to help them dry in the dark."
Qu Wendong was aggrieved. He used to practice calligraphy with ink. Making ink blocks under Yu Jingdi's guidance gave him endless fun. Each block of ink was his brainchild!
Even if he has to turn over, he should turn over by himself!
Yu Jing was so upset by their quarrel that she even interrupted Qu Wendong: "Mayor, those ink brushstrokes are Mr. Qu's hard work. Please forgive me for being a little excited. What's the matter with you here?"
Qu Wendong froze. Is this ink thief the mayor?
He quickly hid the brush behind his back, feeling uneasy. At this time, he saw Yu Jing standing in front of him.
The old man who consciously found a backer straightened his back, so what if the mayor, now it is not relying on Yu Jing to make a documentary for publicity.
Mayor Song is a shriveled old man, and his cloudy eyes occasionally have a flash of light, which makes people dare not underestimate him. He changed his irritated look with cold eyebrows and asked Yu Jing with a smile: "Director Jing, I came here to ask when will we start filming the next episode?"
Yu Jing calculated the time: "In three days, I will send my grandparents to the port."
After playing here for more than ten days, it was time for them to go back.
"Okay, okay, what are you going to shoot for the next episode? I'll have someone prepare it for you in advance." Mayor Song almost shed tears. He thought that Yu Jing would go on a crazy trip like before and then shoot at the end. Unexpectedly, he misunderstood. Jing is still very responsible.
The next second, Mayor Song's expression froze because Yu Jing told him.
"The next stop is going to Huijin City, and Mayor Li is already urging me."
Mayor Song hurriedly took Yu Jing's hand: "Why don't you continue filming in Huiqiu City? My attitude was wrong a few days ago. I shouldn't have speculated on your thoughts and changed the director of the first episode without authorization. I apologize to you and ask you Continue to shoot documentaries in Huiqiu City."
Mayor Song was eager to change directors because Yu Jing played too crazy those days and seemed unreliable, so Yu Jing didn't take it to heart at all.
"Old mayor, the original task given to me by the Propaganda Department was to shoot a documentary for Huixing, not to become the exclusive director of Huiqiu City. After the filming is over, I will of course leave for the next stop. I definitely have no objection to you."
Mayor Song was stunned. Looking at Yu Jing's sincere expression, he knew that he was overthinking. He sighed sadly, knowing that he could not keep this talented director, and sincerely thanked Yu Jing: "I'm sorry, it was my fault the past few days. Thank you for your efforts during this time for Huiqiu City."
Qu Wendong was not interested in their conversation and ran to the stone table to practice calligraphy. Yu Jing stared at the old man's straight back and pointedly said: "The effect of the documentary is good. The mayor will probably be very busy next. Huiqiu City Built against the mountains, it is an exquisite ancient city with small bridges and flowing water. It is also a city with inexhaustible treasures. The mayor must take advantage of it."
Mayor Song was confused by what he said. Of course he would be happy to have tourists come to play. We must pay attention to public security issues and investment promotion, but what does it mean to take good care of it?
Yu Jing held up her forehead, broke it open and crushed it into pieces for Mayor Song to analyze: "Although the documentary will attract tourists, it will be a challenge for you to keep them for a long time. The production process of the Four Treasures of the Study is full of fun, and tourists will definitely be impressed. interest."
Just like Qu Wendong, he was such a fairy-like old man when he came here. Now he squats in the sheepfold all day long to collect wool and enjoys making various calligraphy brushes. The last time he threw ink, a baby boy pointed at his nose and laughed at him for playing "mud".
"The mayor just entered the ink room, wasn't he curious about the ink cubes?" Yu Jing pointed out.
Mayor Song smiled awkwardly and hid his ink-stained fingers behind his back.
As Yu Jing expected, the empty spaceship port in Huixing was crowded with tourists. The intensity of the flow of people even required the use of mechanical balls to maintain order.
After sending Ji Yasu and Lu Yang onto the spaceship, Yu Jing lowered the brim of her hat and blended into the tourists like a nimble little fish. The four bodyguards behind her almost got lost in the crowd.
From the cold and quiet ancient city to the bustling city, it only took two days.
"Director Jing." Yu Jing, who was wandering around, turned around. Xu Mo stood quietly not far away and looked at him. The three assistants stood behind Xu Mo with their heads lowered, not daring to look at Yu Jing at all.
Yu Jing waved his hand: "Director Xu, do you want to leave for the next stop too?"
"No, I'm here to apologize. I accused you without knowing Director Jing's shooting methods. Please forgive me for being arbitrary and unreasonable." Xu Mo's tone was serious. He stood up straight and bowed to Yu Jing solemnly.
Yu Jing was not good at dealing with such serious guys. He always felt like his scalp was numb when facing the dean. He quickly found an excuse to take Chu Baixia and his bodyguards out of there.
"Young man, it's really gone. Grandma didn't lie to you."
After walking for a while, a familiar voice came from the airtight wall of people in front of her. Yu Jing recognized that the speaker was a sheep farmer. She didn't care about hiding her identity and quickly shouted to the crowd: "What are you doing?"
There was a commotion among the tourists.
"It's Director Jing! He hasn't left yet!"
"Is that your boyfriend next to you? He looks about the same age. You can beat him to tears with just one weak punch."
Yu Jing signaled everyone to disperse. A young boy in the room was tugging on Grandma's sleeve. He brushed the boy's hand away and warned in a cold voice: "Speak carefully and don't scare Grandma."
Grandma's teeth were almost gone, and her bare gums were exposed when she smiled. She patted the back of Yu Jing's hand kindly: "It's okay, Grandma is not afraid, they are all good children, don't quarrel."
"Grandma, what did he want to do by grabbing you?" Yu Jing asked with a frown.
Grandma couldn’t laugh or cry: “He wanted to buy wool, but she only raised three sheep, and even the sheep were shaved. There really was no wool left.”
Yu Jing choked. She didn't expect that this man was so shameless that he pestered her grandma just for her wool. The people next to me also looked disappointed. Among the four treasures of the study, the method of making pens is the simplest. Unfortunately, there are no raw materials now.
"The production workshop of the Four Treasures of the Study is being built urgently, and the raw materials have been shipped here. In less than two days, we will be able to show you the production process of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Please wait patiently and don't scare the aborigines here." Yu Jing will I told everyone the inside information, and it really made a group of people smile.
Yu Jing asked everyone to disperse, and someone in the crowd said, "Director Jing, what's wrong with your neck?"
Yu Jing only wore a round-neck shirt today. His delicate collarbone could almost be seen in the one-size-larger shirt. Naturally, everyone also saw the faint red mark under the collarbone.
Remembering the news of the past two days and looking at the marks on Yu Jing's body, everyone couldn't help but have wild thoughts.
Yu Jing shuddered when they saw her and explained loudly: "It's an insect bite. Insects especially like to bite me when I go into the mountains to shoot documentaries!"
He was afraid of itchiness and scratched his skin directly, which made him look a little ambiguous.
"Hey -" everyone protracted their voices, obviously not believing it.
Yu Jing was extremely angry and laughed back: "If you don't believe me, go into the mountain and try it yourself."
Just give it a try, a group of tourists living in high-rise buildings rushed into the mountain excitedly.
The next day, they swept away all the anti-mosquito lotions in the drug store.
Tourists not only urged the store to quickly put on the shelves raw materials for pens, inks, paper and inkstones, but also openly peeped at the door of Yu Jing's rented B&B.
A group of people clung to the doorframe like hamsters and peered in. The light in their eyes almost blinded Qu Wendong. The old man asked irritably: "What do you want to do?"
"We want to see you turning ink, rinsing your pen, and writing."
"Yes, yes, don't be afraid, we are good people. Old sir, do you sell calligraphy treasures?"
Qu Wendong said expressionlessly: "I won't sell it."
The crowd murmured for a long time, revealing their purpose: "Then, do you want to sell your pens, inks, paper and inkstones?"
Qu Wendong haha, this group of people have no good intentions, he said angrily: "If you want it, go to the workshop and make it yourself. If you dare to covet my baby, believe it or not, I will beat you up all over the floor."
