Author: I'm going to steal the tower

The next day, Zhou Wenliang almost couldn't get up. His whole body ached, especially his thighs, which hurt when he moved.

Still lack of exercise!

Zhou Wenliang thought that he would practice more in the future, but this was such a waste.

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

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

This house is the wing room next to the east wing. The house is not big, 19 square meters, which is more than enough for one person. Zhou's mother and sister live in the east wing. There are partitions in the house, with a living room on one side and a bedroom on the other. The kitchen is on the left side of the east wing.

A small kitchen built.

At the dinner table, Zhou's mother said: "I'll go ask the street later to see if there are any suitable jobs. You don't want to go to the gravel pit today, got it."

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

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

"You?" Zhou's mother looked at her daughter suspiciously.

Zhou Wenwen has a lively and restless personality, is eccentric, often gives people headaches, and is unreliable. Zhou's mother expresses doubts about her words.

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

Zhou Wenwen: "Why isn't it a good job? My classmate's father is the deputy director of the equipment department of the film studio. I heard her say, where are the actors recruited? Do you want to try it?"

After saying that, Zhou Wenwen looked at him sideways with a snort, looking arrogant.

Mother Zhou praised: "Hey, I think it's OK, Wenwen is good this time.

Xiaoliang, how about you go and try?"

Zhou Wenliang drank his porridge and thought deeply.

Are you looking for excitement by becoming an actor at this time?

He used to be an original artist and could draw and submit...

No! This road is blocked, Zhou Wenliang shook his head and sighed.

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

It's better to find a worker to be the worker. The worker is the safest at this time. The worker is the master of the house and it's not just a matter of talk.

Once you become a worker, it will be difficult for your boss to fire you.

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

"Why is it so hard to be a hero? We are like us. In the past, we were not allowed to ask you to be the protagonist."

Zhou's mother was very optimistic, and she was right. Zhou Wenliang was indeed handsome.

This morning he looked in the mirror and discovered that his sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, and handsome face were very similar to Jiao Enjun in later generations, but he looked younger than Jiao Enjun.

Zhou Wenliang declined, not going anyway. However, when he arrived this time, he reminded himself that when he was studying fine arts, he also majored in directing.

When I was studying directing, I knew a lot about old cameras and film projectors, so I could pass the projection technology certificate.

With a film screening certificate, he can apply for a job as a projectionist in a movie theater or a large factory.

In the courtyard, Xu Damao, a temporary projectionist at the steel rolling mill, is very well-off. The factory earns a fixed salary, and the film company is giving him a screening subsidy. If he goes to the countryside for a screening, he will get extra money including food and drinks.

Fat difference is completely accessible.

He did whatever he wanted. Zhou Wenliang finished his meal, asked Zhou's mother for another dollar, and walked out.

Find some decent books and read them. After all, there are differences between digital projectors and film projectors.

You didn't even need to take the bus when you left the house, you just arrived at Beihai Park on your legs.

Walking west from the south gate of Beihai Park is the Beijing Library, which was formerly called the National Beijing Library. In 1987, it was moved to Baishiqiao, HD District, and later became the National Library of Beijing.

At this time, the building of the Beijing Library was very beautiful. Its appearance imitated the Palace of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City, with a green glazed roof, green columns, and white marble xumizuo-style railings around it. There were also stone tablets, Chinese watches, stone lions, and carved pillar stones that were moved from the Old Summer Palace.

, stone lions, etc.

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

The library has a large collection of books, domestic and foreign, with 13 million volumes of books and periodicals, as well as various precious ancient books.

There were many people in the library. Zhou Wenliang spent a long time wandering around the library and found "Movie Projector", "Movie Projector", "Transistor 16mm Movie Projector Amplifier", "35mm Movie Projector Amplifier Manual", etc.

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

I also found several Russian film technical projectionist manuals, published by: Moscow Film Science and Technology Department.

Zhou Wenliang looked at it and found that it was in Russian, he couldn't understand it.

These few Chinese books will suffice. I went through the borrowing procedures, paid a dollar, 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? These are big and small bags. Do you need the third uncle to help you carry them?"

Zhou Wenliang quickly dodged, "No, how dare I trouble you."

The third uncle couldn't afford to go to bed early because he couldn't afford it. He looked at the door every day, thinking about how to get some small advantages from others.

"You're still polite to the third uncle. Here, the third uncle will help you hold it."

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

Yan Bugui was a little disappointed, "Why are you buying these books? You have to stay at home and be bored. Whatever books you want to read, Third Master has plenty here. Come and get them from me."

"I'm here to get a book to read. Do you want money?"

"Hey, I'm joking with the third uncle again, can I ask for your money?

Of course, if I lend the book to you, you have to pay me some wear and tear."

The turn was a bit too big, catching people off guard.

Zhou Wenliang looked at the still young Yan Bugui and couldn't help but smile and asked: "Third uncle, I don't have time to tease you, I have to go back and read a book."

After Yan Bugui heard this, he chuckled and pushed up his glasses, "Why are you wandering around all day and why are you going back to read?

I want to take the college entrance examination!

Listen to the third uncle’s advice and find a job as soon as possible. The most important thing is to work and make money.”

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

"Third uncle, if you have time to care about me, you'd better care about Jie Cheng. Has he found a job?"

Yan Jiecheng is one year older than him and graduated from junior high school this year. The two are still classmates. Now they are also unemployed at home, so they are no better than him.

He went to do odd jobs after hearing what Yan Jiecheng told him. Yan Jiecheng also sifted sand in the gravel factory before, but recently he didn't know what he was doing.

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

Zhou Wenliang was just about to tease him again when he saw Yan Bu's face turn into a chrysanthemum smile.

Because he saw Xu Damao coming back.

Xu Damao pushed his bicycle, with local specialties, dried mushrooms and garlic hung on the bicycle. Two bundles of green onions were pinned to the back of the bicycle, and he breathed while walking.

"Da Mao is back. What were you doing yesterday? Why didn't you come over all night..." Yan Bugui asked knowingly.

He is Xu Damao waiting here, and he can get some advantage that time.

Xu Damao knew how to be a good person, so he gave Yan Bugui some small favors and asked him to help support him in the courtyard.

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

"Ryoko is here too."

"Da Mao, you've got a good harvest, you even have 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 licked his lips unconsciously.

Before time travel, he had meat every time, and even looked at it and became tired of it.

After I traveled through this time, I wanted to eat meat. I was very eager for it. The desire for meat in my heart, especially when I saw bacon, made my mouth water and I couldn't wait to take a bite.

Zhou Wenliang sighed, his body was short of oil and water, and he was severely deficient.

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, he stared directly at the meat and swallowed his saliva.

He really wanted to pounce on him, so frightened that Xu Damao quickly blocked the exposed bacon.

Xu Damao gave Yan Bugui some dried mushrooms and hurriedly pushed the cart in.
Chapter completed!