After returning to the kitchen camp.
Yang Zhe divided the work among the twenty or so people under him.
Some were pulling soil and mud, some were picking up straw from the neighboring farmland, and some were building bricks.
Everyone split up and began to get busy.
Ten minutes later, a tricycle came from afar.
The bucket was filled with red soil, as well as some straw and rice straw.
The people in charge of mixing the mud began to unload the truck and piled up the soil into a small hill.
Then, he added water and stirred it into a slightly diluted red mud.
On the other hand, the person on the other side divided the straw into two sections and added it into the red mud bit by bit, stirring it evenly.
At the same time, the people who were piling bricks had almost piled up the shape of an oven on the open space.
Everyone wiped their sweat and stood at the side to take a closer look.
Even though the furnace had not yet taken shape, they could already imagine the scene of the golden roast duck hanging inside.
"Damn it, I never thought that I would be tempted to look at bricks.”
"Me too. I always want to drool while working.”
"Everyone, hurry up and paste the mud. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can eat.”
As they spoke, everyone used their hands to scoop up the red mud mixed with straw.
Then, he wiped it bit by bit on the embryonic oven.
On the other side, Yang Zhe sat at the kitchen door and took out a pair of pliers from his toolbox.
He had asked for a few thick iron bars from the props earlier.
At this moment, he twisted it into three strands and then tightened it with pliers to make a simple furnace rack.
As time passed, the oven dried up bit by bit.
The soil mixed with straw began to solidify tightly together, looking very decent.
At this moment, a buzzing sound came from the opposite side of the camp.
Wang Dahai rode his electric tricycle and rushed forward.
Then, he directly rushed in front of Yang Zhe and stopped the car precisely.
"Brother Yang, I bought the things."
"So fast?"
"I went as soon as I hung up the phone. How could I delay the meal? Look at what I bought, is it right?”
Yang Zhe put down the pliers in his hand and stood up to wash his hands.""Brother Wang, didn't you say you'd go buy it by rocket?”
Wang Dahai grinned." I lent the rocket to someone else. I can only ride an electric bike."”
"I admire your ability to catch anything!”
Yang Zhe smiled and walked to the front of the truck.
Then he opened the plastic bags and looked at them carefully.
Pig knuckle, duck, and some other ingredients were all placed in the double-layered iron soup bucket.
However, Wang Dahai's budget was limited, and the ingredients were not cheap.
Therefore, he didn't buy too much. It was only enough for one meal for everyone in the production team.
"Yes, there's no lack of them. Sorry to trouble you, Brother Wang.”
"It's no trouble, no trouble. In this life, only good food can not be let down.”
Wang Dahai came down to help unload the car." Chef Yang, are you going to stew pork trotters today?"”
Yang Zhe nodded." Yes, stewed Dongpo Pig Knuckle and crispy roast duck."”
"When you say these two names, I can't help but drool.”
"Brother Wang, you're from the capital, right? People from the capital seem to like roast duck.”
"That's just a rumor. In fact, there are very few people in the capital who like to eat roast duck. Most of them rely on foreign tourists to make money.”
The two of them chatted as they unloaded the truck and stored all the fresh ingredients they had just bought in the cold storage.
After a busy day, it was soon afternoon.
The sun that was originally hanging high in the sky began to go downhill.
The temperature was also slightly cooler, and there was no longer the scorching sun like in the afternoon.
At the back of the film studio, on an empty plain under a steep cliff.
The mighty troops and troops were lined up on both sides, with no end in sight.
Wu Lei and Reba, who were the leaders, had solemn expressions. They held bows and arrows in their hands as they confronted each other.
The soldiers behind him also raised their weapons and shouted,"Kill!" Kill! Kill!"
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
At this moment, the director suddenly shouted through the loudspeaker.
Sometimes, cutting meant that it had gone too far.
But sometimes, the word 'cut' meant that he was not satisfied.
This time, the director's cut was obviously the latter.
He suddenly realized that there were very few soldiers behind Wu Lei.
There were only a few older people standing around, and they could not gather the aura of a thousand troops.
Haven't you found enough extras? Why was it so little?
He had clearly instructed the assistant director to book the extras in advance yesterday.
This was because the big scenes of war scenes relied on the number of people.
Originally, 30 people on each side could barely fill the entire picture.
Good heavens, there were only eight or nine people behind Wu Lei now.
The audience wasn't stupid. How could this be called an army?
When the time came, people would laugh their teeth out!
The director was puzzled and waved his hand to call the assistant director over.
"Old Du, where's the extra I asked you to find?”
"Old Wu brought them to change their clothes.”
"Then why are there only these few people?"
The assistant director took a glance and his eyes gradually widened."F * ck, why is there one-third less people after changing?”
The director's eyes widened. Where's Old Wu?"
"I'll go find him!"
After a while, the stage supervisor ran back.
His expression was blank, obviously not knowing what had happened.
"Director, what's wrong?"
"Old Wu, what's going on? Why were there so many people missing from Wu Lei's team?”
Old Wu was stunned for a moment before he reacted."Oh, those people have gone to work with Chef Yang. They said that they want to build a stove to make roast duck.”
"What is it? Too much! This is too much!"
"Isn't this delaying the filming progress? Where was he? I have to severely criticize him!"
The director was furious. He frowned and glared as if he wanted to eat him up.
However, just as he finished speaking, a large amount of saliva fell from his mouth.
It slid across his stubble-covered chin and dripped onto the ground.
When the stage supervisor saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched awkwardly a few times, appearing very speechless.
"Director, it's fine if you brag, but can you wipe your saliva first?”
The director quickly raised his hand to wipe the saliva off his chin and rolled his eyes at the stage supervisor.
Then, he threw away the loudspeaker and turned around to run towards the kitchen camp.
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