I earn merit in the entertainment industry

Chapter 208 Aunt Shen scolded well, please don’t scold me next time, okay?

Shen Wenjing moved a chair and sat in the small courtyard.

After smoking a cigarette, he looked at the time.

The appointed time has come, but the group of people claiming to be from the TV station did not come.

Could it be that he was kidnapped by "Li Gui" again?

Shen Wenjing pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with some irritation.

The spark had gone out, but he still seemed uneasy and pushed the cigarette butt down harder.

He didn't let go until the cigarette butt became the flattest and shortest one in the ceramic ashtray.

Old Shen, who was nearly seventy years old, stood up, hunched over slightly, and glanced at the door again.

Still no movement.

A little annoyed and a little disappointed.

Forget it, he won't come if he doesn't come. It just so happens that no one will disturb him and he can finish carving the Ten Thousand Flowers Spring Vase in peace.

Shen Wenjing turned around, but before he reached the door of the hall, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

"Master Shen, Master Shen, we are here."

Shen Wenjing's eyes lit up and he turned around quickly.

Thinking of something, he deliberately responded slowly before going to open the door for the visitor.

Zhan Haiyang and Shi Heng knocked on the door and heard someone answering the door, so they stood at the door and waited.

Before they came, they heard from Director Wang that Mr. Shen's ancestors came from Yu Zaofang.

His works were once presented to foreign guests as national porcelain.

After you ask them to come, be respectful at all times.

The mottled iron door of the small courtyard was slowly opened, and Zhan Haiyang looked in curiously.

He had never had the opportunity to come into contact with a national-level master before!

Unexpectedly, when he glanced over, he happened to meet Shen Wenjing's long face.

The thin old man who opened the door looked unhappy.

He even asked seriously, "Do young people nowadays have such a bad sense of time? You are all almost 10 minutes late."

Being questioned so unceremoniously by the old man, the smiles on Zhan Haiyang and Shi Heng's faces suddenly froze.

They were indeed a few minutes late.

They followed the navigation and went a wrong way, and met the aunt again.

I helped Aunt Shen deal with the broken tricycle, but I was only three to five minutes late.

Zhan Haiyang and Shi Heng looked at each other, and they were both sincere and didn't know how to reply.

The old man taught you the right lesson, no matter it is three, five or ten minutes, no matter what the reason is, if you are late, you are late.

Shi Hengyi lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, it was our fault and we wasted your time."

Shen Wenjing originally just muttered casually.

Who would have thought that this young man would apologize to him so seriously.

I was a little stunned for a moment, but it seemed that his airs had already been put out, and he couldn't just take them back so casually even if he wanted to.

Just when Mr. Shen was stunned, Zhan Haiyang saw Brother Heng apologizing. The expression on the old man's face had not improved yet, so he thought he was still angry.

He quickly put a smile on his face and wanted to explain it to the old man.

"Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, we're not very familiar with this road -"

But he was interrupted halfway by Aunt Shen's loud voice behind him.

"I said you are a disgusting, smelly old man. It's rare for someone to come see you, but you still make a face and curse at people when they come?"

"We are all human beings, do we have to live like machines?"

"What's the matter with being two or three minutes late? It's not like you can't wait for three to five minutes."

Aunt Shen's output shocked everyone.

Ever since I met Aunt Shen on the roadside just now, Aunt Shen has always had a smile on her face.

When chatting, they all behave like kind and friendly neighbor elders.

Why did he suddenly change his face?

This output, this momentum, this sense of oppression!

Zhan Haiyang and Shi Heng both turned around.

Shen Wenjing, who was standing in the door, also subconsciously looked up.

I just watched my eldest sister being helped out of a car by a little girl with great momentum.

That posture actually reminded him of the Empress Dowager Cixi he saw in the TV series a few days ago.

Why did his sister come with the crew?

Perhaps Aunt Shen's momentum was so strong that even the barrage in the live broadcast room went blank for a moment.

Then a large wave of barrages spewed out.

——This is the bloodline suppression from my sister. I clearly saw Mr. Shen shaking just now.

——I'm not afraid of my aunt urging me to get married. This roar almost made me kneel down.

——I seem to have seen my grandma scolding my grandpa.

——Aunt Shen scolded well, can you please stop scolding me next time?

Sun Miaomiao helped Aunt Shen get out of the car.

Seeing the three people over there, they all seemed to have been cast a restraining spell by Aunt Shen's Hedong lion's roar, standing still and not daring to answer.

I couldn't help but purse my lips and snicker.

On the road just now, when the car was about to enter the village, Aunt Shen remembered to ask them what they were going to take pictures of.

As a result, everyone found out after talking that the intangible inheritor that Director Wang was looking for turned out to be Aunt Shen's brother.

"There is only one family named Shen in our village."

"Moreover, most of the people in the village make porcelain for daily use, and there are only two companies that make ornamental porcelain."

When she said this, Aunt Shen's expression was a little awkward, but she quickly took it over.

"That's a good relationship. After you finish filming the show tonight, let's eat dumplings together at my house!"

Aunt Shen chatted with them all the way and liked these juniors very much.

He couldn't see his younger brother putting on airs and scolding others, so he started to deal with his younger brother.

She didn't mean to make things difficult at first, but now that her sister spoke up, Shen Wenjing opened the door directly.

"come in."

In the small courtyard is a self-built house.

It's not a big area, but it's well-kept.

In the small world, the first thing that catches the eye is an exquisite rockery, and under the rocks is a small pond paved with pebbles.

It's winter now, so of course you can't see goldfish playing in the water.

What I saw again was a row of thin bamboos standing upright along the corner.

Looking carefully, there are various pottery and porcelain placed among the rockeries and green plants, seemingly placed randomly.

"Ah, what a unique little courtyard. It feels like you have walked into a ceramics museum."

Sun Miaomiao exclaimed softly.

Zhan Haiyang nodded in agreement. “This little yard is so beautiful!”

The extremely expensive hot spring hotel where he and Zhou Jingyun went last time, although the single-family villa was also decorated in a Chinese style.

But compared with the small courtyard full of ceramic art in front of me, it suddenly looks like a mass-produced nouveau riche.

Zhan Haiyang can completely imagine how pleasant it will be in the small yard when spring comes and the flowers bloom.

Seeing the children's exclamations, Shen Wenjing moved his lips, but remained silent in the end.

Their ancestors of the Shen family were royal craftsmen who retired from the imperial workshop.

Our ancestors visited various kiln villages and porcelain capitals in the north and south of the Yangtze River. They liked the landscape of the ancient kiln village the most, so they chose to settle here and enjoy their old age.

At that time, many Chinese and foreign merchants heard about the reputation of Shen's porcelain and came here just to see it.

One hundred and eighty years ago, during the most prosperous period of Guyao Village, half of the street was occupied by their shop.

What does such a small courtyard mean?