[Qingyuan chronicle] this film reflects the problems of rural education, and it is a realistic and educational film with deep-seated exploration of human nature.

Song ran grabs the script and thinks, fortunately, Ruan Qing doesn't know what to do. Moreover, if she doesn't make it look like she wants to fight for Wu Zetian's play, Ruan Qing may not have such a big desire to play Wu Zetian.

The result is very good.

Song ran and his crew set their sights in a small village called Lifeng village in the west of Haicheng. The village is very poor, just in line with the characteristics of poor areas in their plays.

When song ran went, the crew had already done almost all the preparatory work. The director was not a big director, but an aspiring young director.

Song ran likes young people. Comparatively speaking, young people are more creative.

Su said to song ran: "because the weather is not warm at the moment, so I asked the staff and the villagers here to build a greenhouse, in which some seedlings were cultivated, which will be used for filming."

Song ran gave him a thumbs up: "Su director is really rigorous."

Su pushed his glasses and said with a smile: "the makeup artist this time is Mr. Mao Ping, so in terms of makeup, I will try my best to make you close to the village women. You don't have to worry too much."

Song Ran is relieved. She is still very confident in Mr. Mao Ping.

Su said, "the rice transplanting is tomorrow. Today, some villagers will teach you how to plant rice seedlings. When the shooting starts, I hope you can be as skillful as possible, OK?"

Song ran said with a smile: "Director Su, I don't feel like I'm here to film. I'm here to accept labor reform."

Director Su couldn't help laughing: "don't say, it's true that you don't just have to transplant rice seedlings, there are all kinds of farm work waiting for you to do. Your rural female teacher is a very enthusiastic person. Seeing that students can't go to class because they are busy with farm work, they volunteer to help others, such as transplanting rice seedlings, cutting firewood, sunning millet and rice, carrying sacks, you You really need to be prepared. "

Song Ran's legs softened: "I try to show my best state."

Su nodded: "well, I believe you can do it well."

Song ran learned rice transplanting for a day. All the elder sisters here were simple and enthusiastic. They taught song ran how to plant rice seedlings hand by hand.

Song ran, who had done this before, had just learned how to cook, and now they have a very difficult transplanting. They are practicing on the edge of a small experimental field.

Song Ran's insertion was crooked and twisted. The two elder sisters inserted it quickly and well. It was as if they had measured it with a ruler.

The elder sisters looked at Song Ran's bewildered appearance, all with a kind smile: "once born, twice cooked, twice as much as possible."

Song ran sighed with emotion: "it's 360 lines. The number one scholar comes from every line. Elder sisters, please take me with you. I've never done this before."

The only thing she had ever done that had something to do with farm work was probably to squat down and give him water to drink while he was cutting rice.

The elder sisters took the trouble to teach song ran to plant rice seedlings again and again.

In the evening, when ran Shu was working hard, she could not accept her work.