Chapter 1268 Waiting for the first snow in 1991 under the desolate tone

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『Day 1: The 1st day』

1991·Autumn and Winter·Northern Xinjiang Region.

Sunset, Gobi.

The dust rolled, accompanied by the song of the Eagles. During the bumpy bump, the headlights were on, and it was lighted up slowly.

It was like slowly opening your eyes in a dream, I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, but I was awake anyway.

The gray-yellow glass has a fan-shaped visible picture formed by a wiper.

At this time, a railway appeared in front of me, lying low between the desolate and the sky, vaguely lying there.

On the dead trees in the desolate Gobi Desert, Huwuqi stood on it, watching four or five off-road vehicles pass by.

Rumbled.

Ga—Ga—Ga—Ga—

“Where have you been?”

Wu Xiaozu took back his legs on the center console, rubbed the booze at the corner of his eyes, picked up the kettle and took a sip of water, "Where is a railway here?"

Huhuhu--

The cold wind blew outside the window that was rolling down, and the cold wind blew in with the smell of sand made the spirit stretch in its mind.

"We are almost at the northwest edge of the Junggar Basin. Our camp is not far from the railway. It is only a hundred kilometers away from Karamay City, which is very convenient."

Wu Tianming, who was sitting in the back row, moved his butt, leaned over, and took the cigarette next to him.

"You slept soundly just now, and I couldn't help but sleep and was blinded. That's it here. The previous second was bright as daytime, and the next second might fall into darkness.

This is pretty good, not a real no-man's land. It's more in line with the shooting needs...

There are generators and water trucks in the camp, which can ensure the normal life and work of the crew. Drive to Karamay today to rest for one night, and then continue to survey the scenery tomorrow."

"Since you're here, let's take a look at the camp first. After all, it must meet everyone's life needs." Wu Xiaozu twisted his neck.

His eyes glanced past the deserted areas on the left and right.

This place is really like the kind that I have been driving for a long time but haven't seen a family... Actually, this is pretty good, after all, it's not a real no-man's land.

Two black dots slowly rise under the light.

As they got closer, Wu Xiaozu discovered that it was two herders riding horses grazing along the railway.

"My fellow villager, are you still grazing so late?"

"Xilulu-—"

The black-faced man lifted his hat, leaned down on the horse's back, looked at the car, pulled the reins, and said in a muffled voice to Wu Xiaozu, who was about to get off the window:

What?

Are you a sashizi? If you don’t be fooled……Where are there any sashimi so late? Do you even know this?”

Ahem...

Director Wu, who was not diligent in all limbs and grains, was separated from the lives of the lower classes, looked embarrassed.

"You are Sa who are here to make movies?"

“To fellow villagers…”

"Call comrades. We are staff members of the Railway Bureau. Please check the railway before it snows..." The black-faced man riding a horse emphasized Wu Tianming's name in Mandarin with mutton skewers.

"It's snowing?" Wu Xiaozu looked at the sky, then looked at Wu Tianming.

Old Wu's face turned right and nodded at Wu Xiaozu, "The locals are better at judging the weather. Since that's the case, they are definitely inseparable."

"Oh..." Wu Xiaozu nodded.

"Look at the weather, now we all look at the news released by the Meteorological Bureau. Comrade, you have to believe in science." Another young staff member riding a horse couldn't help but speak.

“…”

“…”

Wu Xiaozu looked at Wu Tianming who turned his head and died of the whole body, and almost burst into laughter.

“This snow is very heavy?”

“Not big.”

"That's fine." Wu Tianming snatched the words.

"Indeed, it's only about ten centimeters at most." As he said, the young staff raised their chin at the black-faced man, "Kurban, do you think so?"

"Absolutely." The black-faced man named Kurban nodded and added: "It can be said that it is not big."

“…”

What is more embarrassing than social death?

Probably, it was just that it was a community death twice in a row.

The headlights shook with two horses disappearing at the end of the railway. Wu Xiaozu, who was standing outside the car, said thoughtfully: "Director Tianming, I think we need to adjust the shooting plan."

"Indeed, if it really snows heavily..." Wu Tianming shook his face with a serious expression.

"Yes, wait for this snow."

"Wait...huh?"

Wu Tianming's hands shook, and his body shivered. The water flow that had originally drawn began to slowly fall, and eventually turned into drip, drip, drip.

"Let's talk about it when getting in the car."

Twist...

The tires crushed the rare wet pool on the Gobi Desert and pressed the wheel mark.

"I want to wait until the snow fell in 1991 and the filming will officially start. I want this snow scene." Wu Xiaozu said.

"You're not serious, are you?"

Wu Tianming was startled, "Azu, you have to know that if you do this, not only will the funds increase a lot, but the expenses of the entire crew may increase greatly..."

"There is no big problem. E7 culture can increase investment at any time. Moreover, it will take more than a week for the car to be shipped." Wu Xiaozu smiled and said, "These costs are within my budget."

Wu Tianming was shocked by the other party's "rich and powerful".

At the same time, he was helpless of the other party's "willfulness".

However, he has already become resistant to this willfulness. The previous person who made the request was Zhang Yiqiu...

In order to film "Red Sorghum", Xiao Mouzi found a local farmer in Gaomi, Shandong Province a few months in advance and asked them to help plant a large area of ​​sorghum. He specifically asked to plant the old variety with low yield but tall growth and not to plant new varieties.

But after a few months, Zhang Yixun and Wu Tianming were almost dizzy...

The reason is that when he left, the farmers here felt that the sorghum was theirs after it was harvested, so if they wanted to sell more money, they would have to produce.

Then it is better to grow a new variety, so the yield will be much higher.

Because the sorghum did not grow well, everyone had to stop shooting and waited for a long time.

In the end, there was no way, and they had to raise money again. They sent special people to water them every day and gave them a lot of fertilizers so that everyone could apply to the ground.

But--

When these people brought the fertilizer into the ground, they found that there were no crew members everywhere, so they took the fertilizer to their homes and hid it...

This incident taught Wu Tianming so much.

I still remember it freshly.

When preparing for "No Man's Land", we will send special personnel to supervise and implement everything.

Now that he met Wu Xiaozu, the strange reason he had to wait for the "first snow in 1991", he became much more peaceful.

"Azu, although those two people said that the Meteorological Bureau issued a preview of snow. But you may not know...weather forecast is something..."

Wu Tianming said tactfully: "It's better to start shooting first and go wherever you go. If you keep waiting indefinitely, people eat horses, eat, drink, defecate, and urinate, you can solve these investments, but the transportation of materials is also difficult."

"That's worse. If it snows halfway through, it will break my setting for the entire movie's closed space.

This movie emphasizes human nature and the use of fire in human nature. I think there is no more contrast than the Gobi Desert in snowy days." Wu Xiaozu said with a firm tone, "I think it's okay."

"...Okay, you are the director and producer." Wu Tianming was finally convinced by Wu Xiaozu and shrugged, "You have the final say."

no way.

People have spent money.

Let’s talk about it again, can he still force himself to stop him if he spends more money? I believe the local ZF will be happy to see this situation.

The car drove towards the camp terrain.

No words all night.
To be continued...