With the idea in mind, Zhou Yan began to fill in the specific details.

Because they are all taken from famous paintings, the scenes do not need to be too long. A short film of two to three minutes is enough.

Music, costumes, and scene design are not problems, but how to promote them?

Anyway, the trumpet of Mo Shengwu can no longer be used. He already has an Afang Palace on his head. If he wears Hanfu again, it would be a bit too much: he has too many talents and is easily jealous.

Zhou Yan decided to register another vest and release [Ji Stone]. At least this vest can catch the popularity of "Yue Nv Sword"...

As for the second task, making Hanfu by hand, Zhou Yan struggled for a while and decided to give his girlfriend a Goddess' Day surprise...

After deciding on a countermeasure, Zhou Yan put the badge task aside: There is no time limit anyway, so there is no rush.

Keep watching TV.

Basically all TV stations are rebroadcasting the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve. Of course, there are exceptions, such as CCTV 8 and CCTV's own son, CCTV 6 Movie Channel.

However, what surprised Zhou Yan was that his own production "Yue Nv Sword" was also on TV. Although it was recorded before the holiday, depending on the situation, the response was good...

There is a fixed conversation routine during visits: "I see you have ticket stubs in your hands. Are you watching "The Sword of Yue"?"

"Well!" The two girls who had just come out of the cinema waved the ticket stubs in their hands, "There is an event up there. Enter the code on the ticket stub on the official website and you can get a scanned photo of the original movie painting for free!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yan's face turned slightly dark: You guys went to the movies because you coveted my paintings.

"Can you comment on this movie?"

"Although the ending may be a bit tear-jerking, the whole thing is very warm and the swordsmanship feels very real."

After that, the reporter interviewed several boys, and the answers they got were...

"The fight was exciting!"

"Fighting is fun!"

Compared with young people, the evaluations of the older generation are more "fair".

"The production is very careful. I heard it is made with ink, which is very good. Come on!"

"Promote the quintessence of the Chinese nation and let foreigners see what works of art made from the quintessence of the Chinese nation look like!"

Zhou Yan was embarrassed to read it again, he was a bit mysterious.

After a while, a large army rushed into the yard, led by my uncle, and Father Zhou Yan followed happily...

"Come in and have a drink together!"

"Serve the food yourself and find chopsticks!"

More than a dozen people crowded into a table, which was a bit crowded. My uncle Zhou Zhenghe picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the pressed pig head in the center of the plate. He tasted it carefully and looked back at Zhou Yan: "Nephew, you

Auntie, you gave me the recipe, right? Why, when I make it at home, not only does it taste different, but the color is not as good as this one. Did you save it?"

"Isn't it possible?" Zhou Yan thought for a while, "Have you made any candy?"

"Wouldn't it have the same effect with dark soy sauce?"

"Shit!" Zhou Yan's father proudly gave his younger brother a slap in the face, "Can sugar and salt be the same?"

"Also..."

The uncle was so embarrassed that in order to resolve the embarrassment, he could only change the subject: "Third brother, when will you change the table into a big table with a turntable?"

"Let's talk about it next year!"

"Next year my eldest nephew will take his wife home to celebrate the New Year, and the next year..."

Father Zhou Yan just smiled and didn’t say anything more...

After a few drinks, more than a dozen people left again, but Father Zhou Yan stayed.

After a while, another small team came to the house...

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, people at home didn’t stop paying New Year’s greetings all morning. In the afternoon, some people from the village who rarely interacted with me also came to pay New Year’s greetings.

As for the purpose, Father Zhou Yan naturally knows it well.

Father Zhou Yan’s answer was similar to the one on New Year’s Eve: the price of food will increase at the beginning of the new year, and whether you make money or not depends entirely on your personal courage.

After sending away five or six calls to the villagers who heard the news, Zhou Yan's father finally couldn't bear the drowsiness caused by alcohol. He took off his shoes and got on the kang, and soon he started snoring...

In the evening, snowflakes floated in the originally gloomy sky, adding a touch of coolness to the already dull festival...

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I continued to visit, but it was changed to a relative’s house.

According to Zhou Yan's family's custom, they usually go to grandma's house.

Although when I got up in the morning, the snow that had fallen all night was already five to six centimeters thick, but it still couldn't stop my enthusiasm for visiting.

Starting from breakfast, Zhou Yan's three aunts and uncle began to discuss how to travel. They continued to discuss until the end of breakfast, and finally reached a consensus: Those who can walk by themselves can go by themselves, and those who can't walk can call and pick up the car.<

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Zhou Yan occupied his brother-in-law's Qiu Mingshan God of War in advance, so he didn't have to worry about difficult roads. Moreover, a year ago, because he was worried about the routine heavy snowfall during the New Year's holiday, Zhou Yan even bought anti-skid chains.

The journey was smooth, but my butt hurt a little.

When the family of three arrived, the aunt who lived nearest had already arrived "on her knees".

"Shitou, why don't you drive to pick up your aunt's family?" The aunt looked at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Brother-in-law's family doesn't matter, don't you still have a nephew?"

Zhou Yan had no choice but to make another trip and borrow his aunt's family over. As soon as he stabilized the car, his second aunt's semi-trailer also arrived.

"Finally everything!"

However, Zhou Yan's busy work did not stop. He had just drank tea for a while when he was taken out by his mother and pushed into the kitchen to keep company with his uncle and prepare for the banquet.

Originally, the nephew and uncle worked well together, but after three dishes were served, the uncle was taken away by several uncles in the name of the eldest son.

Then, Zhou Yan’s partner became his second aunt.

At Dongyang and Cosco, there are separate seats for men and women. Since it was the first time for the eldest cousin’s girlfriend to visit, she was able to sit at the same table with her cousin. The female guests and children at home sat at the same table.

The uncle left, and only the "child" Zhou Yan was left. The female guests began to speak freely, and began to comment on the eldest cousin's girlfriend in front of the aunt.

"This girl is good at everything. She has good features and a good personality..."

After hearing this, the aunt was very happy, but she didn't expect that there was a "but" behind it...

"However, this girl is really too short, only over 1.4 meters tall!"

Zhou Yan's aunt is not short, about 1.6 meters tall, while Zhou Yan's eldest cousin is 1.78 meters tall. When the two of them walk together, it's like an adult leading a child.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense.

Perhaps to change the topic, Xiao Jinzi suddenly said: "Zhou Yan's girlfriend is not short!"

Then, all the female guests in the room stared at Zhou Yan curiously. Especially the aunt, who stood up and approached Zhou Yan: "Nephew, why didn't you bring your girlfriend back for the Chinese New Year this year?"

Zhou Yan almost threw away the shovel in his hand: "Auntie, who did you meet and got it from home six months ago?"

As soon as Zhou Yan finished speaking, the little concubine on the side came up to make up for it: "Didn't you go to my father-in-law's house years ago?"

The gossip souls of a group of female guests in the room were ignited: Isn’t this gathering too fast?

Zhou Yan quickly turned around, put the chopped celery into the pot, and stir-fried...

However, Zhou Yan obviously underestimated the gossipy nature of women. He was tight-lipped, but he couldn't help the little concubine leaking the news: "Let me tell you, Zhou Yan's girlfriend's surname is Qin, her family owns a restaurant, and her salary is quite high.
Chapter completed!