The leader of the red-crowned crane shooting group was not a local.
He is a teacher in the Department of Biology at Capital Normal University. His name is He Jiawen. It is said that he was once the junior disciple of Professor Feng Yi.
After he returned to Beigan, he immediately made the things he had photographed and took them out for his colleagues to study.
As soon as the video was released, all the teachers were stunned.
"Teacher He, where did you go this time? The scenery is so beautiful, the big lake is still on the top of the mountain, and there are red-crowned cranes living there... You didn't go to Yunnan and Guizhou, did you?"
"Yungui is shit, Lao Wang, you have read so many years of books in vain. In the autumn of Yungui, will the vegetation types in the mountains and forests be like this? Will the colors of the leaves be like this? It's so watery, and you have students with you. Don't talk about you when you go out in the future. It’s from our college, it’s embarrassing.”
“Okay, okay, I’m embarrassed, I’m embarrassed, Lao Li, don’t forget, your publication this year is in the hands of my wife.”
"Oh, Brother Wang, Brother Wang, my brother is young and ignorant. Don't be as knowledgeable as my brother."
In an instant, the laboratory was full of laughter.
Teachers and professors in universities are not all rigid and serious. If you want to see another side of them, you have to follow them on a level and in a circle.
But soon, the research room became quiet.
Everyone looked at the picture above intently.
The setting sun shines in the west, the endless mountains, and the large lake embedded in the mountains.
On the south bank of the lake is a bamboo forest that rustles with the wind, and on the north bank is a flaming red maple tree. The green and fiery colors complement each other on both sides of the lake.
At this time, a patch of red was reflected on the sparkling lake. In the distance, waterbirds flew across the lake quickly, and then flapped their wings gracefully, like dancing fairies in white, landing on the trees. .
On the nearby lakeshore, a group of red-crowned cranes walked gracefully in the shallow water, lowering their heads to peck at small fish and shrimps in the water from time to time.
When they are happy with their meal, these feathered fairies will stretch their necks, hold their heads high, quack, and flap their wings happily.
It’s like a peaceful and quiet paradise.
A group of teachers were fascinated by the sight and thought it was more beautiful than any place they had seen before.
Lake, mountain view, cranes.
With the colors of the sunset.
This is a thrilling, tear-filled Chinese beauty.
If you didn’t grow up in China, you would probably never understand this artistic conception, let alone be touched by it.
Just at this moment, when they were fascinated.
Suddenly, birds flew in the forest, and monkeys chirped in the distance, making even the footage shot by He Jiawen and the others tremble.
In the fiery red maple forest, I saw a tall and handsome young man, with a hunting knife on his waist and a spear on his shoulder, walking slowly from the ridge to the north, and behind him were two scary colorful tigers. dance to tune.
Always a few steps behind the young man. If the young man steps, they will follow suit. If the young man stops, they will also stop, raising their heads and sniffing at the air.
They just walked and stopped in the forest, as if they were patrolling something.
It wasn’t until we were completely out of the maple forest that we could see the whole picture.
It’s just that the teachers haven’t had time to take a closer look.
The two tigers seemed to be aware of it. The naive look they had been following behind the young man suddenly changed to a sharp and majestic face. They then raised their heads and looked across the lake in an instant, looking over with piercing eyes.
The camera trembled again, and the teachers in the research room also trembled in their hearts, and then they exclaimed.
"Old He, what on earth is this place? Why is there a tiger?!"
"This tiger has seen blood, definitely seen blood! I can't mistake that look! ”
“Don’t say that the eyes are not clear, that young man is dressed as a hunter, it is certain that tigers often see blood”
"Yes, they are hunting next to the mountain. These are basically wild tigers. How did that young man come into contact with these two tigers? It is too dangerous!"
"..."
< br>The research room immediately became noisy.
It wasn’t until He Jiawen said a few words that the group of teachers became quiet.
But soon there were waves of doubts.
"Can tigers be tamed? Is it possible? Is Professor Han confused? Does he believe this?"
"I don't care whether Professor Han believes it or not. I don't believe it anyway, I want to see it with my own eyes."
"I'll go too. I want to see what kind of place it is. It's so strange."
"Huh? So it's this place. It is said that the Crested Ibis Sanctuary is not far from them. It seems to make sense now, and we need to take a trip."
What He Jiawen said was nothing more than some of Chen Ling's magical abilities and some things he knew through Han Ninggui.
The other thing is the strange creatures in the villages and towns around Chenwangzhuang.
The thousand-year-old giant turtle, the wild boar king, the old pig spirit, and the earth dragon.
After talking, the teachers suddenly realized.
But I became more and more curious and suspicious.
……
The cartoon is out.
Liang Yuemin’s instant noodles are booming.
Zhao Yubao’s high-yielding sow-like articles spread over time and spread throughout the country.
A variety of reasons, all added together.
As a result, in this year of 1997, when winter just started, the name Chenwangzhuang was known to countless people.
It also aroused the interest of countless people.
In the words of later generations, Chen Wangzhuang became popular.
Yes, there was no sign at all.
Some things are like this.
The harder you work, the more you want to accomplish something, but you fail to achieve your goal.
The more unintentional it is, the more unexpected it will be.
Speaking of which, Liang Yuemin printed the farm’s dogs, cows, and eagles on the instant noodle packaging bags to promote the farm?
No.
He did it to reassure his mother, Liang Hongyu, and to make Chen Ling, his cousin, have a closer relationship with his family.
In addition, he also proved that he did not take advantage of Chen Ling in vain and was sincere in everything.
And what about cartoons?
Chen Ling is unwilling to be lonely and wants to appear on the stage. He wants to turn the farm into an industry. How about publicity?
Not really.
He just listened to the advice of his friends and wanted his children to have memories when they grow up.
I also want to animate my dogs, cows, eagles and other little members to satisfy my own little interests.
What about Zhao Yubao’s article?
Not to mention.
His old man now shouts every day that he should be unrestrained, do as he pleases, not want a reputation during his lifetime, and just be a true-hearted cultural hooligan.
Writing articles is entirely based on preference, regardless of subject matter.
Write whatever you want, as if you are shameless when you get old.
As a result, a group of readers and colleagues praised him and said that he had entered a state of enlightenment.
But all these things are put together.
But they all have the same effect.
That is why Chen Wangzhuang and Chen Ling quickly entered the field of vision of many people. These are all unintentional actions.
No one thought of anything else.
But if you look at it from a consequentialist perspective, it seems that everything is done to promote the farm and the local tourism industry.
If it is put on the Internet for future generations, let the great experts and wise men analyze it.
I’m afraid I have to say a few words about Chen Ling’s team’s far-reaching and terrifying structure.
And Chen Wangzhuang became popular.
Some people are uncomfortable.
For example, the Liang family behind Liang Hongyu.
Everyone was jealous and jealous.
I thought it was a dream for the old lady to go back to the poor mountains to enjoy her old age in peace, but she didn’t expect that the place she went to was so good.
I thought Liang Yuemin would be a complete failure when he returned to a remote rural area to start his own business. Unexpectedly, he became the industry leader in just six months.
It is said that I now take a bodyguard with me when I go out, otherwise I am afraid of being followed, kidnapped, or assassinated.
Oh my god, an instant noodle maker is worried about being kidnapped and assassinated...
Why are you a little envious?
Another example is Chen Ling’s mother who lives far away in Hong Kong Island: Zhang Yufeng.
Thinking of the instant noodles that my granddaughter loves to eat recently.
Thinking of the cartoons that my granddaughter loves to watch recently.
Thinking of a series of articles published by Zhao Yubao in the past year.
In the study, her expression became even more condensed.
An unspeakable emotion was surging in her heart, making her face turn red and her fingers holding the teacup tightly clenched.
In a trance.
She seemed to be remembering a dream she had back then.
That was the dream she had on the first night she left the place called Chenwangzhuang in order to pursue her dream as a girl.
In the dream, she actually looked like the evil wife in an old movie.
After running away, I regretted it and ran back to the village overnight.
Chen Ling's father held the young Chen Ling in his arms, stopped her at the door of the house, and refused to let her in. He slapped her angrily and turned her into a villain.
Memories long forgotten emerge one after another.
It made her breathe quickly, her face flushed, and bruises gradually appeared.
Then he remembered something. A look of ferocity suddenly appeared on his smooth face, and he slammed the tea cup to the ground.
Rapid breathing, chest rising and falling violently.
"Aunt Feng, come and feed Xiaomiao. She becomes fascinated when watching cartoons. I said she is still stubborn, I can't control her!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study, which quickly brought her back to her senses.
......
And Chen Ling, after being awakened by a group of chirping magpies in the morning, was reading a letter on the deck chair in the yard.
Surrounding the deck chairs are Afu Ashou and a group of pigeons walking around.
“Brother, I have been very troubled recently.
Generally speaking, this is a kind of happy trouble, and sometimes I can't even sleep all night...
Your sister-in-law said that I can't sleep when the business is not good, but I can't sleep when the business is so good. I feel like it’s really difficult to serve.
She doesn’t understand me.
There are some things I can only tell you.
I know you are not an ordinary person. You know, I have been able to look at people's eyes and read people's expressions since I was a child.
A person's eyes can see many things.
The first time I saw you, I knew that you were no ordinary rural youth.
Your eyes are very smart, and they are eyes soaked in a lot of knowledge.
Later I found out that it was indeed correct.
You have no career ambitions, but your abilities are as good as anyone else.
So I tell you these words directly because you can understand me.
I like reading, but your sister-in-law always says that I am too literary and artistic people cannot do business well.
Because people like us think too much, are sensitive, and are too idealistic.
So I can’t sleep due to good or bad things.
I sometimes think that I really don’t look like a husband and father, and I don’t have the maturity, wisdom and stability that an outstanding young entrepreneur should possess..."
After reading this, Chen Ling suddenly laughed: "What's going on with Brother Yuemin? He's getting more and more pretentious."
But at the same time, he also felt closer to this elder brother, yes. , the words in this letter are indeed heart-to-heart words.
He wrote about Liang Yuemin's own confusion and incoherence.
“Our company has become bigger now, but the industry has not yet become refined and strong. However, the orders that continue to increase every day make me too busy to take care of other things.
Did you know? Our industry It is said that we have not left the province, but to some extent we have already left the province, not even just the province... There are people from Hong Kong Island, Bay Island, and all over the country who want to buy goods and discuss cooperation
This is definitely a great thing.
Proof that we are constantly making progress.
But I always feel like I am being pushed forward.
Just like a tree that hasn’t taken deep roots yet, our foundation isn’t strong enough.
As the saying goes, you have to be tough to make iron.
Ours itself is not strong enough.
I am worried that if we only focus on large-scale production, especially in order to capture the market, one day there will be problems with food quality.
This is contrary to my original intention...
But if I don’t continue and miss this opportunity, I don’t know if there will be such a good opportunity to accumulate funds in the future.
To realize our dream of saving domestic drinks.
Did you know? After the state-owned beverage factory in our neighboring province entered into a joint venture with PepsiCo, its production ratio dropped to one percent last year.
How terrible, how could it happen. "
The follow-up to this letter is still very long.
After Chen Ling read it carefully, he shook his head and sighed: "Oh, brother Yuemin is really unfounded. Literary young people just think too much. First of all, Let’s wait until instant noodles conquer this huge country.
What's the matter with Coca-Cola and Pepsi? Let them get away with it. It's nothing more than you hitting yours and I'll hit mine. ”
He heard Liang Yuemin talk about how Keke and Pepsi "flooded seven armies".
But.
If you defeat me in this industry, can I defeat you in another industry?
Concentrate on one thing first and then talk about it.
After thinking for a while, he shouted upstairs: "Susu, throw down a pen and some pieces of writing paper for me." (End of this chapter)