Ordinary life starting from a courtyard

Chapter 2 2: Lack of oil and water
The next day, Zhou Wenliang could barely get up, his whole body was sore, especially the base of his thigh, and it hurt when he moved.

Still lack of exercise!

Zhou Wenliang thought that he would have to practice more in the future, this is too useless.

Not long after, Zhou's mother knocked on the door and called for dinner.

Zhou Wenliang responded, got up, and put on his clothes slowly.

This house is the side room next to the East Wing. The room is not big, 19 square meters, more than enough for one person. Zhou’s mother and younger sister live in the East Wing. There is a partition in the room. The living room is on one side and the bedroom is on the other. The kitchen is on the left side of the East Wing. A small kitchen was built.

At the dinner table, Zhou's mother said, "I'll ask the street later to see if there are any suitable jobs. Don't go to the gravel yard today, do you understand?"

Zhou Wenliang: "Understood. My hands and legs are hurting now, and I can't go even if I want to."

Zhou Wenwen: "Brother, I know where there is a job, let me introduce it to you."

"You?" Mother Zhou looked at her daughter suspiciously.

Zhou Wenwen has a lively and active personality, with weird elves, often causing headaches and unreliable things. Zhou's mother expressed doubts about her words.

Zhou Wenliang shook his head: "If I don't go, it's definitely not a good job."

Zhou Wenwen: "Why is it not a good job? My classmate's father is the deputy director of the equipment department of a film studio. I heard from her that there is no place to recruit actors. Do you want to try it?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Wenwen squinted at him with a groaning look on her left.

Zhou's mother praised: "Hey, I think it will work, Wenwen is doing well this time.

Xiaoliang, why don't you try it? "

Zhou Wenliang sipped his porridge and pondered for a while.

Going to be an actor at this time, looking for excitement?
He used to be an original artist, he can draw and submit...

no!The road was blocked, Zhou Wenliang shook his head and sighed.

You can't write, you can't draw, and you can't be a literati. As long as you write and draw, these things will be evidence in the future.

It is better to find a worker. At this time, the worker is the safest, and it is not just talking about the worker being the master of the house.

When you become a worker, it is difficult for the leader to let you go.

"I'm not good. Besides, it's not easy to be an actor."

"Why is it not easy to be the protagonist, just like us, after the past, we can't call you the protagonist."

Zhou's mother is very optimistic, and what she said is not bad, Zhou Wenliang is indeed handsome.

He looked in the mirror this morning and found out that he has sword eyebrows, star eyes, and a handsome face, which is very similar to the later generation Jiao Enjun, but younger than Jiao Enjun.

Zhou Wenliang declined, not going anyway, but this time, he reminded himself that when he was studying art, he also studied directing.

When I was studying directing, I had a good understanding of old cameras and film projectors, and I was able to pass the projection technology certificate.

With a movie projection certificate, he can go to a movie theater or a big factory to apply for a projectionist.

In the courtyard, Xu Damao, a temporary projectionist in a steel rolling mill, is very happy. The factory receives a fixed salary, and the film company is giving him a screening subsidy. If he goes to the countryside to screen, he will even get extra money.

Poor fat, completely accessible.

Do what you want, Zhou Wenliang ate, asked Zhou's mother for another yuan, and went out.

Find some decent books to read, after all there is a difference between a digital projector and a film projector.

You don't even need to take the bus when you go out, and you will arrive at Beihai Park on your legs.

Going west from the south gate of Beihai Park is the Capital Library, which used to be called the National Capital Library.

At this time, the building of the Beijing Library was very beautiful. Its appearance resembled the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City, with a green glazed hall roof and a green column body, surrounded by white marble Xumizuo-style railings, as well as stone tablets, Chinese watches, stone lions, and carved pillars from the Old Summer Palace. , Stone Lions, etc.

This ancient building is called Wenjin Building, also known as the Beijing Library, and the street outside is called Wenjin Street.

The library has a large collection of books, domestic and foreign, with 300 million volumes of books and periodicals, as well as various precious ancient books.

There are many people in the library. Zhou Wenliang spent half a day in the library and found "Movie Projector", "Movie Projector", "Transistor 16mm Movie Projector Amplifier", "35mm Movie Projector Amplifier Manual" and so on.

There are seven or eight books related to projection, maintenance, and maintenance of film.

In addition, I found several Russian-language film technology projectionist manuals, which were published under the name: Moscow Film Technology Department.

Zhou Wenliang looked at it, forget about the Russian one, I don’t understand it.

These few Chinese books are enough, I went through the procedures of borrowing books, gave one yuan, and took the books home to read slowly.

When I came back, I happened to see Yan Bugui standing at the door, looking like he was waiting for someone.

"Hey, Liangzi, what did you buy? It's a big bag and a small bag. Do you need the third master to help you carry it?"

Zhou Wenliang quickly avoided, "No need, how dare I bother you."

The third master couldn't afford to get up early, and looked at the door every day, thinking about how to get a little advantage from others.

"Be polite with the third master, let the third master help you take it."

Zhou Wenliang was speechless, opened the cloth pocket and let him take a look, "I just have a few books, nothing else."

Yan Bugui was a little disappointed, "Why do you buy these books, you have to stay at home and be bored, what books do you want to read, there are plenty of them here, come to me and get them."

"I'm here to pick up books, do you want money?"

"Hey, I'm joking with the third master again, can I ask for your money!
Of course, if I lend you the book, you have to give me some wear and tear. "

This turn was a bit steep, which caught people off guard.

Looking at the young Yan Pugui, Zhou Wenliang couldn't help but smile and asked, "Third Master, I don't have time to tease you. I have to go back and read."

After Yan Bugui heard it, he smiled and pushed his glasses, "Why are you hanging around all day, kid, and you still go back to read?
I want to be a college student!

Listen to the advice of the third master, find a job quickly, the most important thing is to go to work to earn money. "

The whole school knew Zhou Wenliang's academic performance, so Yan Bugui shook his head, expressing disapproval of him reading and studying.

"Third Master, if you have time to care about me, you should care about Xie Cheng, has he found a job?"

Yan Jiecheng was one year older than him, and he also graduated from junior high school this year. The two were still classmates, and now they are still unemployed. They are no better than him.

He heard from Yan Jiecheng that he went to do odd jobs. Yan Jiecheng was also sifting sand in the sand and gravel factory before, and he didn't know what he was doing recently.

Yan Bugui smiled sheepishly: "I'm not happy anymore, the third master can still harm you."

Zhou Wenliang was about to continue teasing him when he saw Yan Bugui's face turned into a chrysanthemum.

Because he saw Xu Damao came back.

Xu Damao was pushing a bicycle with local products, dried mushrooms and garlic hanging on the bicycle, and two bundles of green onions pinned to the back of the bicycle, breathing while walking.

"Da Mao is back, what did you do yesterday, why didn't you come all night..." Yan Bugui asked knowingly.

He was waiting here for Xu Damao, so he could take advantage of it more or less that time.

Xu Damao knows how to be a human being, so he gave Yan Bugui a little bit of favor and asked him to help support him in the courtyard.

Xu Damao: "I went to the commune with my dad yesterday, and I have been busy with tasks recently."

"Ryoko is here too."

"Da Mao, you have a good harvest, and there is even a piece of bacon." Zhou Wenliang saw a piece of oily bacon sandwiched between two bundles of green onions on the back seat of the bicycle, and unconsciously licked his lips.

When he didn't time travel, he had meat all at once, and he was tired of seeing the meat.

After time-traveling, I wanted to eat meat, I was very eager, that kind of desire for meat in my heart, especially when I saw bacon, my mouth was watering, I couldn't wait to take a bite.

Zhou Wenliang sighed, his body was depleted of oil and water, and he was in a severe deficit.

At this time, the ration has not been restored, let alone eating meat.

Yan Bugui is not as good as him.

Zhou Wenliang could still hold back.

Yan Bugui's eyes glowed green, staring directly at the meat, swallowing his saliva.

It was really eager to pounce on it, and Xu Damao was so frightened that he quickly blocked the exposed bacon.

Xu Damao gave Yan Bugui some dried mushrooms, and hurriedly pushed the cart in.

(End of this chapter)