Blood-letting and killing chickens is a common way to deal with it. Although chopping off the chicken head in one hand looks pleasant, it will leave blood in the meat. It not only makes the meat look mixed, but also needs to remove the odor, which is inconvenient.

Qin Jue naturally dealt with the two chickens, and saw a few strings of pure natural crops hanging on the wall in the low-walled courtyard. She sat on the stool with her long legs open, with a calm expression. She was surrounded by chicken blood and feathers, looking very much like a literary educated youth who went to the countryside... She changed careers and became the owner of a slaughterhouse.

The picture was too inconsistent, and the three onlookers were collectively messy in the wind.

"Where is the person? Come and pick it up."

Qin Jue disagreed and shook his cock.

"Oh oh oh!"

Liu Dong and Zhang Ming walked over in a daze, each of them took a chicken, then looked down at each other, and found that the two chickens were dead very peacefully.

"Do you need help removing hair and dismemberment?" Qin Jue asked.

"Ah? No, no!" Liu Dong subconsciously replied to the question, and then was stunned again.

Generally, the step after killing a chicken and plucking the hair is called "demolition of bones", or "smashing meat", and "dismembering"... Who can use this word for normal people?

Seeing Liu Dong's expression gradually fade into terror, Qin Jue shook his hands and stood up: "Well, please trouble you, I'll wipe my hand."

"Brother, I have paper here."

Zhang Ming hurriedly said.

"Where can I wipe the toilet paper clean?" Qin Jue glanced at him with a funny look and took a wet coarse cloth from Aunt Liu's hand that looked like a rag.

After rubbing back and forth, when the cloth head was almost soaked, Qin Jue squatted in the yard and twisted the cloth with the open-air faucet. The drainage in the yard was done well, and the chicken blood rinsed it with water and wiped it, and it immediately dried up.

"Isn't the little teacher from the city? He's so skilled."

Qin Jue's actions were really friendly. Aunt Liu smiled when she looked at her, and she felt a lot of closeness invisibly.

"Isn't this a rich life experience?" Qin Jue smiled and said to the aunt, "Just just call me Qin Jue, if you don't remember, you can call Qin Xiaolang."

"Oh, the last one is good!" Aunt Liu was amused when she heard this. The villagers liked to use animals as names. They either thought it was easy to support a low name, or they were motivated and called it. Ergou and tigers were a lot of things. She accepted the word "little wolf".

"Aunt Liu left me an extra bowl of chicken soup." Qin Jue approached me carelessly.

"Okay, I'll leave you two bowls!" Aunt Liu waved her hand.

This young man is not like the stars who came to film before who dislike this and that. He looks energetic and straightforward, and is so gratifying.

As they were chatting, Qin Jue's phone buzzed twice. He clicked on it and saw that it was Qu Nan's news. They were already studying the blasting point they would use in a few days.

"Well, there's something wrong with the outdoors, I'll go there first." Qin Jue informed Aunt Liu and said, "Mingzi, please stay here."

"Why!"

"That's my brother, I'm an assistant. If you have any questions, please help me." Qin Jue smiled and said the last sentence to Aunt Liu, nodded and left.

"It's easy to say." Aunt Liu laughed as she heard it. These two children were not like artists and little assistants. On the contrary, Qin Jue, the boss, was more worried. It was much more humane than the fashionable stars on TV.

Liu Dong, who was plucking his hair, looked at Qin Jue's back walking out and teased Zhang Ming, "Aren't you an assistant? Why are you still staying behind?"

Zhang Ming had a bitter face: "My Brother Qin spoke too well when talking about work, and he couldn't understand it or help, so he could do chores."

He thought he could catch up after learning knowledge by himself, but it turned out that he was thinking too much.

Liu Dong laughed loudly.

"Oh, by the way!" Zhang Ming said while learning to pull the hair, "Do you go to bed early at night? My brother stays up late every day when filming. Can you leave a stove for us conveniently?"

"A small matter!" Liu Dong responded, "How late is it?"

"Well, sometimes it's two or three o'clock in the middle of the night..."

The two gradually started chatting.

When it comes to the location, the place is a little far away from the village, but the village chief has a special business at home. It is not convenient to drive a nanny car and you can go to his little electric donkey. Seeing Qin Jue coming so quickly, Qu Nan subconsciously thought she was riding the electric donkey for a ride, so she didn't think much about it.

"How is the situation?" Qin Jue walked over in three or two steps.

"Well, there is a problem now..." Qu Nan said something in a few words, and his eyes suddenly paused, "Eh? Teacher Qin—"

Qin Jue glanced at it and found that there was still a ray of chicken blood rubbing against his left index finger.

"It's okay, you continue."

She raised her hand and sucked it with her mouth, licking the blood clean.

"Oh okay, just now the test results of the crew members came out, and I found that the expected blasting effect was not met..." Qu Nan said and took Qin Jue over. The two stood on the hillside and looked down. "The distance between the crane and the Wia is enough. I want to add a special effect here later..."

Qin Jue listened, "Hmm" from time to time.

Qu Nan was not complaining, nor did she bother her in everything. She just came to some tricky real difficulties and always asked someone to talk to her. In fact, she already had two or three drafts in her mind.

"Teacher Qin, which solution do you think is better?"

Qu Nan finished speaking in one breath and asked worriedly.

It is one thing to get the script to make up for the picture, but it is another thing to actually shoot it.

To be honest, watching the final film is awkward to see the fragmented special effects, the conscientious director is actually more uncomfortable than the audience.

"First of all, you must have to put the rocker arm up." Qin Jue pondered, "Your two looking down at the camera are still close-up, and it is difficult to take a drone."

Most aerial photography takes a very broad vision. According to Qu Nan's requirements, unless a technician from Qinyi Technology is brought over now, the drone is likely to not be able to control the fineness well, and the effect is not as good as the rocker's arm.

"As for the splash..."

Qin Jue smacked his tongue, "It's very difficult to deal with."

Although she can jump directly down from a hill that is more than ten meters long, no matter how big the water splash it is, the actors can't control it. She can't jump for a day just to find a shot with perfect angle and amplitude. The low efficiency will also affect the shooting process.

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"I can only let it go first." Qu Nan sighed. He is indeed not good at this. "Tomorrow, the filming will start according to the scheduled spot."

"Um."

Qin Jue nodded.

"I'm free today and I'm talking to Lao Fang." Qu Nan scratched his head.

The interns in their director team also interact very often. Although they compete, they will not regard the other party as enemies and will be strictly guarded everywhere.

"He might have a headache than you." Qin Jue said with a smile.

Qu Nan immediately understood what she was referring to, but she still laughed unkindly.

Yes, the influence of "The Furnace" has not yet passed.

In Group C where Fang Youwen is located, Yuan Xiao, Zhan Changqing and Yu Qing are all there, especially the first two, which add up to more than just a pair of powder barrels.

Just this morning, Qu Nan saw Fang Youwen crying in his circle of friends, saying that during the filming, a cleaner on the set saw Yuan Xiao and Zhan Changqing, and almost fucked the mop for them to make it each other. Yuan Xiao was so scared that he now had hats, sunglasses, masks, and he almost wore a bank robber's headband. Fang Youwen was so nervous when he saw it.

“…Ah snee!”

Yuan Xiao in the studio sneezes. This is the fourth sneeze he has today.

"Look, metaphysics still make sense." Fang Youwen said in a storyboard, "How many people are scolding you behind your back."

Yuan Xiao laughed weakly and weakly: "Shut up..."

Fang Youwen teased him for not being the first time. During the three days when the public opinion of "The Furnace" was fermenting, the sales of fast food Lantern Festival on an online shopping website fell sharply. The merchant was confused. Someone took a picture of a big bowl of Lantern Festival on the V blog and wrote: "I'm so angry that I'm so angry, I'll bit you to death today." He instantly received 8,000 reposts. So the online store merchant realized it and changed the product title to "XX Brand Lantern Festival: The pressure-reduction artifact after watching "The Furnace"" overnight...

Fang Youwen: "Good morning, the prices of fast food Lantern Festival have plummeted and rose sharply recently. Do you have any clues about this?"

Yuan Xiao: “…”

Will you lose it?
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