Volume 1 Chapter 0027: Appoint You as Prime Minister
As soon as the movie opening came out, most of the people in the theater started humming, "Da-yala, da-da-da, da-yala."
At that time, entertainment was still scarce, and few households had televisions. Watching movies was the only pastime for most people. It was common to watch a movie three, five, or even more than ten times.
Most of those who hum the song have probably watched it twice or three times.
When Nan Yi heard the humming, he knew that this movie was unwatchable. Sure enough, just as he expected, there were always people who thought they had watched the movie several times and memorized the lines, and when it came to Du Qiu or Mayumi's scenes, the lines would come out of their mouths.
Especially those classic lines...
"Hoho, is there any evidence? Show me."
"These two people wanted to kill me in Hokkaido!"
"I beat him to death in self-defense."
"Du Qiu, look, what a blue sky..."
They sing a line here and a line there, and they really think of themselves as voice actors.
The viewing environment was very bad, but Nan Yi and his friend still insisted on finishing the movie. It was difficult to walk out from the middle seats until the show was over.
Looking at the reactions of the audience in the same row, they were almost about to take off their glasses and hang them directly on the screen.
The guy next to Nan Yi was watching with his mouth opening and closing. It seemed that he was reciting his lines.
A few lines of Du Qiu's dialogue might be a picture of a woman, with a windbreaker and sunglasses, "Okay, let your family send someone over tomorrow to discuss the betrothal gift."
After the movie ended, Nan Yi and Xu Qian did not immediately follow the crowd out. They remained in their seats, watching the crowd rushing towards the exit. From time to time, they could hear words like "hooligan" and "what are you doing?"
"Nan Yi, what do you think of this movie?"
"Want to hear the truth?"
"certainly."
"I can almost guess the ending after watching the beginning. The storyline is too thin. Ken Takakura's performance in this film is mediocre. I can't much of his acting skills, but more of cool action freeze-frames. I guess this film will definitely be average at the box office in Japan."
"I said you were different. Everyone kept looking at you, but when it came to you, it became ordinary."
"Don't just talk about me. In your opinion, is this a good movie?"
"It's just average, better than Shaw Brothers' cookie-cutter movies, but incomparable to Golden Harvest's. If you have a chance to see them, I recommend you watch The Godfather and Roman Holiday."
"Okay, I'll definitely watch it if I get a chance. Most people have left now, so let's go too."
"Um."
After leaving the cinema, the two walked on the road outside. It snowed white duck feathers during the day the day before yesterday, and goose feathers at night. Yesterday the sun was lazily shining all day. Today, the snow on the curb has clumps and become hard, making people slip when walking on it.
Xu Qian's snow boots were fine, but Nan Yi's cotton shoes were terrible. The moisture had already eroded the instep of his feet, and except for the high tops, they had become wet.
Nan Yi was too lazy to pretend in front of the girls. It was uncomfortable to wear, so he leaned against a tree, took off one of his shoes first, twisted the shoe into a twist, and water dripped down.
After the shoes have controlled the water, it's the socks' turn.
After wringing them dry, he didn't rush to put them on. He pinched the socks and swung them against the tree with .
I waited until my socks got a little hot before putting them back on.
"Not bad, you are a hygienic person. Your socks don't have any smell at all."
"Of course. Even though we are poor, we still have to pay attention to hygiene. I change my socks and cotton shoes every day. Unlike some people, they don't change their socks all winter.
I took off my socks overnight, and when I woke up the next day, they were all stiff. When I rubbed them with my hands, they smelled terrible. I didn’t even wash the sheets, they were all starched.”
"Haha!" Xu Qian chuckled and said, "I've seen it. It's outside the dormitory. I was wondering who was so fashionable to use a bed sheet with a floral bottom and a human-shaped border. When I walked in, I realized that it was covered in black dirt. How dirty must he be?"
"It's not surprising. Most men don't care about things. Besides, this quilt is troublesome to take apart and wash , and few people know how to sew."
"Does your foot hurt? How about I find a place to call the car company's rental station and ask them to send a car to pick us up?" Xu Qian said, looking at Nan Yi's shoes.
"Forget it. A taxi costs ten bucks. My feet are not that precious."
The car company rental station that Xu Qian mentioned is similar to the combination of taxis and car rental companies in later generations.
Just make a phone call and tell them where you are and your name, and the taxi station will send a car over. As long as the distance is no more than ten kilometers, the fare is ten yuan.
This distance can be accumulated, which means you can call a car over, and if you are willing, you can let the driver follow you for half a day.
However, before this year, few people would call a taxi. Generally, people who were getting married would call one as a wedding car. The rental price was 15 yuan each time, plus an additional 8 yuan as a wedding fee.
"Nan Yi, you shouldn't be short of money, right?"
"How can you tell that I'm not short of money?" Nan Yi asked with interest.
"Although you wear shabby clothes, I never see inferiority on your face. Especially when you see those students in school who are dressed better, others will look at them a few more times, but you never do that.
Just like when you saw me wearing this, you didn’t even glance at me, nor did you express any surprise.”
"You just arbitrarily conclude that I am not short of money based on this? Maybe I just don't care about food and clothing?"
"No, you are particular about food. You may not have noticed it yourself, but I have smelled the smell of shabu-shabu mutton, braised beef, and roast duck on you before."
"Wow, you are a military dog, your nose is so sharp."
"Tsk, anyone with a nose can smell it, okay? You're wearing a cotton jacket in the middle of winter, and the steam will cling to it."
"Haha, it seems I have to be more careful in the future. Okay, I won't pretend anymore. Actually, my real name is not Nan Yi. Actually, my last name is Ying and Zhao. You can call me Zhao Yi.
I have the secret decree left to me by my ancestor Ying Zheng. As long as you give me three thousand yuan, I can open the treasure house he left for me. When I succeed in restoring my country, I will appoint you as prime minister."
"Really?"
"Really, the way you look at me, are there two words engraved in them?"
"Hey, what words? I didn't see them."
"Forget it. It seems that you have no destiny with my Great Qin. The Prime Minister will not confer you a title. You still pay 3,000 yuan. I will give you a Purple Ying Sword, a Red Fruit, and send you to the Emei Sect to practice sword cultivation."
"Go away, don't think I haven't read Huanzhu Louzhu's "The Legend of Sword and Fairy"." Xu Qian said angrily.
"Oh, what a talent! She is a very knowledgeable woman. She has read all the books."
"I'm hungry, please buy me something to eat."
Nan Yi looked at his watch and said, "What time is it now? Didn't you have lunch?"
"No."
"Okay, I'm going all out today. Just tell me which store you want to go to."
"Whatever. Some people say that without delicious food in Beijing, the only thing left is to be picky. I think there is some truth in this statement."
"Little comrade, you are wrong. You are scolding a bald donkey in front of a monk. Be careful or I will take you to eat bean juice with tripe."
"I'm not going. The soy milk smells like swill and I can't stand that smell."
Xu Qian seemed to have already smelled that odor and waved it in front of her nose with a look of disgust on her face.
It's true, people who love douzhi love it so much, while people who don't know how to drink it don't even want to hear its name. It's an extreme polarization. There's a middle answer of "it's okay if it has no taste".
"Forget it, I'll just treat you to some noodles with soybean paste. If you don't like it, you can ask them to make the sauce lighter."
"Okay, let's eat noodles with soybean paste."
Noodles with soybean paste is a delicacy loved by almost everyone in Beijing. Almost every restaurant will serve this noodle. As for whether it is authentic or not, that is the case.
As long as you roll the noodles into strips first and then let them rest, the taste will be good.
Soon a bowl of noodles came up, and Xu Qian stirred it and started eating.
"Mm, it tastes good. I think, in this huge city of Beijing, only this bowl of noodles with soybean paste can be considered a delicacy. I am not used to the others."
"Your ancestors are from the South, right?"
"What ancestors? My father is from Hujian. He went to Nanyang to live with my grandfather in the 1940s."
"That's no wonder. You grew up eating Nyonya food, so it's not surprising that you can't get used to the food in Beijing. Southerners say that northern food is unpalatable, and northerners say that southern food is not tasty enough. Different places have different climates and soils, so it's normal that you can't get used to food from other places."
"Maybe."
