Chapter 323: The Evolution From a Farmer Grandfather to a Countryman

The trolley with the Yu Province egg-filled cake sign is still there.

"Lao Zhou, make 5 of them and add the king of kings. Do you want spicy strips?"

"Forget it about the spicy strips." Fan Bingbing shook his head.

"Come here? You have graduated, right? I haven't seen you for a long time. I already have a girlfriend."

The middle-aged boss Lao Zhou, who was wearing a pink checkered apron and a Hello Kitty on his chest, said kindly. His wife, who was kneading dough, also glanced sideways at the visitor and smiled.

"Yes, I graduated in 2006." Yang Lingyue also smiled and nodded.

Fan Bingbing smiled with his eyes bent, and held Yang Lingyue's arm tighter, looking like we were very happy.

"A perfect match, the girl is beautiful." Lao Zhou greeted with a smile.

Yang Lingyue pointed at the heavily armed Fan Bingbing and laughed.

"No, Lao Zhou, you don't draft your words anymore. How beautiful is this?"

Fan Bingbing shook Yang Lingyue to express his dissatisfaction, and then said with a smile: "Boss, you are really discerning. Everyone said that we are a good match. Sorry, I have a cold."

Lao Zhou stretched out his oily right hand and gave a thumbs up gesture.

"The girl is awesome."

Fan Bingbing was so amused that Yang Lingyue didn't know if it was so fun.

Yang Lingyue was very chatty, chatting with Lao Zhou about interesting things that happened in school before, while Fan Bingbing listened with interest.

After paying and leaving, Fan Bingbing said: "The boss doesn't know you, um... I mean he doesn't know that you are a senior director now."

"Haha, don't blame me. Maybe if you pull down the mask, they may think you look familiar and you are a star, but they may not be able to remember your name. Even if they remember it, it is 'Golden Suoer'."

"I hate you."

Obviously Fan Bingbing is still a little sensitive to the title "Jin Suo'er".

After handing the cake to Jiang Rong, Yang Lingyue walked to the fried skewers shop across the street, either talking to Fan Bingbing or talking to himself.

"People like Lao Zhou represent the vast majority of people in China. They don't care about the literary and art circles or the entertainment industry. They only care about their own lives, and they live hard.

They are the foundation of this country, but they are speechless. But they don't need pity, let alone praise. "

Fan Bingbing nodded and said: "Today I understand why many fifth and sixth generation directors used to make films that were easy to win awards."

Yang Lingyue was surprised and looked at Fan Bingbing encouragingly to signal her to continue.

“That’s what a colleague in my team told me today.

Because they are people from the city just like us. If they suddenly stop studying and go to work in the village, they must be resentful. Once they have this kind of emotion, the people and things they see will naturally be bad everywhere. But being unable to change is not a case of overwhelming resentment.

When I returned to the city, I thought back to the past. In the scarred literary works and film and television dramas they created, managers must be unreasonable and evil, villagers are ignorant and ignorant, villages are dirty, and village girls sacrifice themselves voluntarily. .

But farmers have existed on this land for thousands of years, and they have only been here for a few years. When it comes to resentment and dissatisfaction, they are not qualified to express it. "

Yang Lingyue, who was putting skewers into the basket, was even more surprised. It would be rare for Fan Bingbing to have such insight more than ten years later. Seeing Jiang Rong behind him who was hesitant to speak, he couldn't help laughing.

"Old Jiang, just say whatever you want."

Jiang Rong opened his mouth and said, "Miss Fan said it very well."

When Fan Bingbing heard the dark-faced man next to Yang Lingyue praising her, her eyes widened with laughter again.

Yang Lingyue continued on this topic:

"Literary or film and television works have a very effective impact on society, and they happen subtly and unconsciously. For example, the change of a farmer's name:

When there is no food to eat, farmers are called farmer grandfather;

When there was first food to eat, farmers were called uncle farmers;

When there is enough food to eat, the farmers are called farmer brothers;

When there is a surplus of grain, farmers are called migrant workers;

After eating enough, call the farmers country people.

In the reincarnation of heaven, your uncle will always be your uncle. "

Fan Bingbing thought for a while and said: "It's true. Just like "Assembly Number" a while ago, people ended up discussing more about the title issue. I think most people are now saying that this is the first step."

"Old Chiang, you are a soldier. What are your troops usually called?"

Jiang Rong pondered for a while and said: "In formal situations, we always address ourselves as comrades. In private, it is more casual, but most of them are brothers. Well... I experienced a rectification movement when I was in the army. One of the rectifications was the address. The requirements were:

Look at the military rank. When a subordinate meets a superior, the one he knows is called his position, and the one he doesn't know is called the chief;

When meeting peers or subordinates, always address them as comrades;

Calls such as brother and brother are strictly prohibited.

At that time, there was a company in our regiment that had a loose style. The company commander was beaten to the end and criticized because he was usually called brother. The comment at the time was that this company commander took the lead in practicing warlord style and banditry. "

Then the skewers were fried, Yang Lingyue took them, and everyone returned to the car. It was definitely not allowed to eat outside in the winter.

Fan Bingbing took a bunch of mushrooms and ate them while saying: "I read some opinions that Li Yunlong in "Bright Sword" treated the soldiers as brothers, and his combat effectiveness was the strongest among all the troops in northwest Shanxi."

"People who say this are either stupid or bad. If this is the case, then Zhang Zongchang's army should be the best in the world. They don't understand what a truly modern army is. Since the Sanwan Incident, our army has been one, because the soldiers know why they are fighting, and their combat effectiveness is so strong.

Look at those Hollywood and Western movies, battlefield traumatic sequelae often appear. Soldiers who suffer from this disease often have some conscience. People without conscience will never get it in ten thousand years.

It's the 21st century, and they are still doing the massacre. It's not that the firearms and equipment are advanced, or it's a modern army."

Jiang Rong, biting an egg-filled pancake, said: "Boss, there are still some, um... After going on a mission, after some things happen, you still have to do a psychological assessment, but the ones I encountered basically adjusted quickly."

"Okay, I'm not being strict."

Yang Lingyue smiled.

As they talked, they returned to the hotel, and the pancakes and skewers were still warm.

After going out for a while today, Fan Bingbing felt that she understood the man in front of her better, and she liked it very much. But she also guessed something, she had personally experienced and seen how Han Yi and his gang operated on the Internet.

"The matter of "Assembly", is it you..."

"Yes."

Fan Bingbing nodded: "Oh."

Then: "Ah?"