The filming location was in an open space on the east side of the town. The crew set up a temporary studio. A few wooden boards were painted to form ancient walls. There were stone chairs, a few plum blossoms, and cornices in the yard, all made of plastic.
The bluestone slabs on the ground are covered with cloth.
Construction hadn't started yet, so Fang Jing stood aside and watched the staff arrange the slide rails, suspension machines, and radios.
At eight o'clock, actors began to arrive one after another. In addition to the main actors, there were also extra actors in their forties and fifties wearing ancient makeup. They were all nearby villagers.
"Everyone comes here and distributes breakfast. It will take five minutes. If it is late, we will not wait."
As the group leader shouted, the extras rushed to the side to get breakfast. They got up at six o'clock to put on makeup for the filming, and they didn't even eat, just waiting for this meal.
Seeing the chaos, everyone was crowded next to the foam box. Fang Jing couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward and shouted: "Everyone, line up and come one by one, everyone will be there."
"Fart! Yesterday, I could have finished it if I had been slower."
An extra said in a low voice: "That's right, it's really hard to stand and talk without pain in the back. They eat a lot of meat and fish and throw it away in a few mouthfuls. How can they understand our life."
Fang Jing was embarrassed and secretly scolded the director for being immoral. He couldn't even feed the extras. How many dollars was the difference?
A few minutes later, a group of people received breakfast, two boiled eggs and one steamed bun, all hot.
Some people swallowed the steamed buns in several gulps, then found a stone, cracked the eggs slowly, and ate comfortably against the wall.
Some ate the steamed buns and carried the eggs in their pockets, saving them for later when they were hungry. They were recruited from actors and crews, and had no lines, but had many opportunities to show their faces.
This is a costume drama called Princess of Ming Dynasty, which tells the love story between the county magistrate's daughter Song Yuzhu and the prince.
The girl disguised herself as a woman and went to the city to play. She met the prince without fighting, became good friends and then fell in love.
The marriage was wrong, the parents of both parties did not agree, and the two eloped. Later, there were changes in the palace, and the princes competed for the heir apparent.
From this introduction, Fang Jing knew immediately that he was going to hit the street.
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At nine o'clock, everyone put on makeup, the female lead appeared, and all the extras retreated.
"First shot of Scene 62, begin!"
The recorder made a comment in front of the camera, then quickly backed away.
TV dramas are not shot one scene at a time in the order of the story. It is possible to shoot the finale today and start shooting tomorrow, and the order will be messed up.
For the convenience of post-editing, the scene notes are written with the scene and shot on the board, so that the editor can understand it at a glance and save a lot of effort.
The female lead entered the scene and stood in the courtyard wearing a white fur coat, expressionless and silent.
"Girl, it's not that dad has the heart to break you up, but that's the sixth prince! The most ruthless emperor's family, there will be no consequences for you."
The county magistrate was played by an old actor. Fang Jing couldn't pronounce his name, but he had watched many of his dramas and he was in supporting roles, so his acting skills were definitely passable.
"Dad! Please help me. Ling Yun and I truly love each other. I don't care from now on, as long as he loves me, I won't be afraid no matter how much hardship he endures."
"I won't do it if I say no! How can he marry you without His Majesty's decree? You don't even have a chance to be a concubine. Our Song family is a scholarly family and we can't afford to disgrace that person."
Okay! Fang Jing almost shouted. The county magistrate hates iron for not being able to be made into steel. His expression of mourning his misfortune and indignant anger is so spot on.
His chest was rising and falling as he moved, obviously out of anger, and his beard was trembling.
"Dad, I...I'm 1234...seventy, eighty, ninety."
"hiss!"
The sudden series of numbers confused the old actor, and he pointed his finger at the actress's nose. This time it was really shaking.
He turned around and said: "Director! How the hell are you filming this!"
"I'm sorry, Teacher Jiang, please rest for a few minutes and I'll ask what's going on."
The director was also a little angry, "Dandan, what are you doing? Didn't you memorize the words some time ago?"
"I'm sorry, director, I forgot, I really can't remember."
She memorized the lines at first, but she has been to a lot of commercial performances these days, and she won't be able to remember them all if she doesn't review them for a few days.
Moreover, after filming several of her scenes today and tomorrow, she will have to catch up with the next team the day after tomorrow, and will be back in half a month to continue filming here.
I don’t know how they negotiated it. Ten minutes later, the director came back with a blue face and ran to the old actors to communicate with them in a friendly manner.
Fang Jing saw that the old actor was so angry that he even argued a few words, and finally had no choice but to come back on stage.
Then the whole set was filled with one, two, three or four female voices, with ups and downs, ups and downs, and very emotional.
Fang Jing was dumbfounded when he saw this operation. The key point is that the veteran actor is really capable and continued to act forcefully.
Turning to look at the lighting engineer, Fang Jing tried to ask: "Is this how you usually act?"
"No! It's better than this. You'll know after a while."
Yang Ning, wearing a light brown windbreaker and kicking her long boots, came to Fang Jing at some point.
She heard the sound of one, two, three, and four from a long distance away. She didn't know she thought it was a gymnastics broadcast.
He shook his head and said to Fang Jing with an evil look: "I can't control other people. If you dare to act like this, I will kill you."
Fang Jing laughed dryly, "How is that possible? I have a good memory. Even if I don't read the script, I would work overtime for an hour the night before and the lyrics would be easy to write the next day."
"Look at how proud you are, what's the use of having a good memory? Your performance is not as good as hers."
"Sister Ning, that's too much!"
Fang Jing couldn't bear to say that he was not as good as someone who read numbers. Is there anyone who is so indifferent to others?
"You're not convinced! Ask this lighting guy, how did she perform?"
Why is it still being blamed on me? The lighting engineer is depressed, but he can't say that his acting skills are not good. If he offends people, does he still want to work in the future?
"I would say this slide rail is the best, smooth and natural, and perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. It is simply a masterpiece of workmanship, without any trace of artificiality."
Fang Jing:……
In order not to offend anyone, this guy is also a talent.
Although he had experienced some "superb acting skills", Fang Jing still squatted aside and watched. Yang Ning knew a lot about this and taught him while talking.
The lighting engineer sighed and looked at the female lead in the scene, and then at Fang Jing, "They are both young, how come the gap is so big?"
And squatting on the ground is this female lead who is much more popular than the one who reads 1, 2, 3, and 4.
"Click!"
"This scene is over, the next scene will be shot on location, everyone is ready."
The director's voice came from the control room, and the staff hurriedly reeled in the wires and moved the props.
Fang Jing followed a group of people to the filming location, which was an abandoned sand quarry, not far away, two or three miles away.
Yang Ning said calmly: "Watch it for a while, your show will be on the battlefield tomorrow."
Understood, Fang Jing made an OK gesture.
Afraid that ordinary people who came to watch the show would enter the scene, the crew set up a cordon around the battlefield and sent two people to guard it.
Half an hour later, the male lead appeared, wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket and doing warm-up exercises. He looked quite good. Fang Jing looked familiar. He searched on his phone and found out that he was from a talent show on Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV last year. His name was Guo Xiao.