This is not a joke story summary.

"The devil enters the village" is a story that Third Master often tells. When he is drunk, he can tell vividly the harm the devil did to the villagers. But at present, the children are laughing and think that the old man made it up. In order to let the children remember that history, they made the story into a script, the director filmed it, and the whole village mobilized. Barbers as makeup, carpenters as props, tailors as costumes, quarrying and blasting as fireworks, formed a film crew and made the devil into a "movie".

In the early morning, the village head was bombed everywhere, with flames and smoke billowing like a war movie, which shocked the whole village and town. The township health center brought several emergency rooms in Japanese clothes, which made a lot of jokes and a false alarm. Youcai and the fireman were detained by the police station, and the film crew collapsed. In order to get everyone together again, talented people racked their brains, said all the good things, and took their friends to the city to sponsor them, which made them suffer a lot.

Half a month later, the shooting started again. The whole village, old and young, gathered together like watching a big play, and the houses on the ground were crowded with people. Some phenomena such as desertion, laughing, saying wrong lines, imitating old movies, etc. Make a fool of yourself. Third Master really couldn't stand it any longer. He taught him a lesson, saying that his marksmanship was too fake, the Japanese were not like the Japanese, and the Eighth Route Army was not like the Eighth Route Army, so he had to end up in desperation.

In order to expand the scale and truly reproduce that year, they sponsored everywhere, showing the cunning and stubbornness of farmers everywhere, which made people laugh and cry. In desperation, he sold his car and projector, and his mother kicked him out in a rage. ...

After more than ten days of adjustment and preparation, the "Devils Entering the Village" started shooting again, with the first shot of the eight-way search killing the people. Wits dressed up "devils" and "traitors" neatly, and the scene was much bigger than before. The onlookers, old and young, were very interested and talked about the performances of the actors from time to time. Two villagers were playing a game against each other and got into a fight. (one plays a traitor and the other plays the family of the Eighth Route Army) only reluctantly persuaded him to leave. The fireman put a cigarette on Traffic Police No.8 and almost killed him. Four aunts make a scene, saying that three generations of poor peasants in her family won't let her son play traitors, which makes the villain fall behind. Shooting ran aground again. ...

The village head called a meeting to explain the significance and importance of cultural activities, and assigned roles and households. Finally, lots were drawn to decide the roles, which also made many jokes. Torture made him look bad. The onlookers and actors talked and laughed, but they didn't participate in the play. They are very talented. They asked the Third Master to tell stories and inspire the actors, but it didn't help. I'm anxious to get the thugs to get serious, with whips, soldering irons, tiger benches and pepper water. As a result, the fake came true, and the Eighth Route Army was miserable and stopped performing. Seeing the cruel execution ground and the screams of the Eighth Route Army, some old people cried. ...

When filming the Japanese trying to rape a woman to save the president, grandpa shouted: "Japan, fuck your grandparents!" " "Come forward to give the devil a few slap in the face, pull up the girl and go. The play has not finished yet, so I have to stop. Until then, I was frightened by grandpa's behavior. Asked his mother why, her mother told him that the woman who was raped was the second aunt of the third master, and later committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.

At the villagers' repeated demands, they had to add a drama of robbing a prison and killing devils to relieve their anger. As a result, the Japanese torch accidentally burned the warehouse ... the fire was put out and Youcai was taken away by the township police station. After repeated efforts to rescue, it has no effect. Later, because the relevant leaders of the county came to observe the interview and set up a typical rural culture, the talents were released. After returning to the village, Youcai said that he would never quit again. In order to compete for the advanced position in the village, the village chief begged him several times, but he just knelt down. ...

After the interview with the gifted talent TV station in the county was broadcast, the villagers flocked to the village, some as actors and some as staff, and the village was more lively than catching a big gathering. There are hundreds of talented women's wives alone, and talented mothers have set up more than a dozen tables to deal with them. The village committee was even more crowded. In desperation, the talented village head and the village head conducted sea elections, and the experts in the village showed their magical powers. The scene of heroic sacrifice began. The devils escorted the families of the Eighth Route Army, and the traffic police went to the execution ground. The villagers followed, the dressed and the naked mixed together. Military vehicles, German shepherd, machine guns and bayonets filled the atmosphere.

The talented hand-held DV takes it seriously, and the suona class plays the music of international songs. Cross the bridge, climb the mountain, cross the river and walk up the mountain. Third Master also gives directions from time to time, telling Youcai where the devils killed the Eighth Route Army and the villagers.

The team was taken to the execution ground, and the two sides stood opposite each other, surrounded by villagers watching the fun on the slope. The heroes stood on the mountain and shouted, "The people of China can't be killed. Down with Japanese imperialism, long live the * * * Production Party! " Gunfire sounded, heroes fell down one after another, and the internationale still echoed.

The old man on the sidelines cried, and so did the villagers. ...