Make a Fortune and Become Well-off [90] - Chapter 181
Soon, the original screenwriter took Xiao Qin from the TV station and several young people to write the script for the first case, and Xiao Qin was chosen to play the heroine.
Qin Shumin had just graduated a year ago and was only twenty-three years old. She had big eyes and a small face, with a sweet appearance, fresh and youthful. Compared to Jiang Ning, she was a little less cold and sharp but a bit more lively and pleasant. Her acting was suitable, but while preparing for the role, she couldn’t help but think of Jiang Ning’s image and unconsciously imitated her temperament.
The alternating sweetness and coldness of her demeanor fit the image of the time-traveling heroine in the original work.
However, in the second season of Detective Bao, there was no explicit plot revealing that the heroine was a time traveler. During the investigation process, though, all the scenes and language in which the heroine used modern criminal investigation methods were kept intact. Those familiar with Catcher in the Song Dynasty’s criminal methods would recognize that the heroine was clearly a modern time traveler.
That was a hidden clue the screenwriter left unsaid. The director took the actors and started filming the first case.
The filming efficiency was incredibly high in those days. The script was being written and edited as they filmed. At the same time, voice actors were arranged for dubbing, music was inserted, etc. In just one week, the editing of the first episode was completed.
Such efficiency was really common in that era. Even back then, there was a director in Hong Kong who shot a phenomenal movie in just seven days.
Jiang Ning and the others had been in Shanghai for a week, and only a few days remained before the Chinese New Year. The doctor also said that Grandpa Jiang didn’t need to stay in the hospital and could just come for regular check-ups. The main focus was on taking medicine and recuperating.
Grandpa Jiang was eager to return to his hometown for the New Year. After lying in the hospital for a week, he could no longer bear it. He packed his things a long time ago. “I’m fine, really fine. The doctor said I can go home to recover.” He grabbed his packed luggage and said, “Let’s go home quickly. I need to cut the grass on the graves of your great-grandfather and great-grandmother.”
There was a custom in their hometown to visit the graves and worship ancestors on New Year’s Eve during the day.
Grandpa Jiang had been a forest ranger. Every year, he would sweep the graves of his great-grandfather, grandmother, and ancestors, cut the grass on their graves, and visit them. That habit hadn’t changed just because he was no longer a ranger. It was something he could change only in a short while.
The youngest son of Uncle Jiang had returned home. When he got there, he found no one at home. Then he heard from a neighbor that his parents had become rangers in the mountains. He was puzzled, thinking, wasn’t the ranger his grandpa?
People born at the foot of mountains were no strangers to the mountains at their doorsteps, so he put down his backpack and ran toward the mountains. The parents had been waiting on the mountain for their sons to return for a long time. As always, they didn’t see the eldest son, only the younger one.
The aunt and uncle looked up and smiled softly. She said in her foreign accent, completely different from the locals, “You’re back. Are you hungry? Mom caught a pheasant and stewed it for you.”
“No, there’s no need to stew the pheasant. Mom, just give me a bowl of noodles. You can keep the chicken and eat it with Dad.” Jiang Guoliang was not shy with his mother. He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove, found a gourd, and ladled water into the pot, starting to cook for himself, so that he could have enough food.
She didn’t stop him but followed him with a smile. She took out a box of home-made rice noodles and soaked them in boiling water.
She wasn’t tall, only reaching Jiang Guoliang’s shoulders, but the two sons she had given birth to were both tall, and each was more handsome than the other.
It had been two years since the youngest son graduated, and he was no longer that young. His uncle and grandma couldn’t help but ask him if he had a girlfriend. Jiang Guoliang was anxious inside, but on the surface, he replied nonchalantly, “Hey, I still think of myself as a child, so let’s talk about finding a partner in another two years.”
In rural areas, after the age of twenty-five, men were considered “older leftovers” that no one wanted. Jiang Guoliang was already twenty-six, and soon he would truly become an older leftover man.
He wasn’t too concerned, but the house in his hometown was old and made of brick and mortar. At work, he and his colleagues still shared the dormitory provided by their workplace. Although he had been working for two years and had saved some money, it wasn’t enough to buy a house in his hometown. Without a house in town, how could he get married?
It just so happened that he and his roommate were both bachelors, so there was no need to worry—he had company.
There was no way to live on the mountain, so he followed Uncle Jiang and Grandpa Jiang on a tour of the area. In the evening, they came down from the mountain, and when he had nothing else to do, he went to the Jiang’s house to hang out with Jiang Song.
He and Jiang Song were only six years apart. Jiang Song had played with him since he was a child. There were few boys studying in the village, so Jiang Guoliang couldn’t play with many people. Whenever he came back, he would always look for Jiang Song.
There were many customs in rural areas. In addition to going up the mountains to sweep tombs and worship ancestors on New Year’s Eve, in that place, no matter how bad things were outside, people had to go home for the New Year. So, if one had money or debts to settle, they’d go there a few days before the New Year.
In the past few years, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang always hid in a hut on the mountain and didn’t dare go home to celebrate the New Year’s Eve. Sometimes, on the first day of the new year, people would come to the Jiang family’s house asking for debts. That year, they finally no longer had to hide outside. They were all excitedly preparing for the New Year, but even though the day to send off the Stove God (Zao Jun) had already passed, none of their three children had returned home, making the couple a little downhearted.
When Father Jiang heard that he had come to see Jiang Song, he frowned. His son hadn’t returned for New Year’s.
Jiang Guoliang was a little surprised. “Jiang Song hasn’t come back yet?” Jiang Song, like him, loved excitement and playing around. In past years, he would have already gathered his friends and chased rabbits all over the mountains. But this year, he hadn’t come home.
“Yes.” Father Jiang stood at the door of the house, unconsciously looking in the direction of the ferry. “I don’t know where that boy has gone.” He asked Jiang Guoliang, “Did Song call you?”
“I thought he was admitted to university.”
When the conversation turned to that, Father Jiang couldn’t help but feel saddened.
After a moment of silence, he said, “He always had high expectations for himself. When it came to filling out his application form, he was asked to choose a second or third choice, but he was too stubborn and didn’t listen. In fact, his college entrance exam score was enough for him to get into university. I asked him to repeat a year, but he was unwilling.”
Speaking of his eldest son, Father Jiang felt heartbroken over his disobedience. Jiang Guoliang could only advise Song.
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