Golden Fishing Village

The pine nuts he had roasted with great difficulty were about to be eaten, but they turned into charcoal in the furnace!

Lao Ao opened the furnace cover with a helpless look on his face. The pine nuts were indeed very easy to roast. They were already red. Not to mention the pine nuts, even the iron balls were burnt!

The bag of pine nuts was next to the stove, and Lu Wuyi continued to take them and put them in.

This scared Lao Ao, and he quickly held his hand and said, "This is for eating, not for roasting."

He put the pine nuts on the stove again and said unhappily, "You don't even know pine nuts? Pine nuts will come out when you roast them. Do you know pine nuts?"

Lu Wuyi was startled and showed a look of surprise: "Fuck, I was wondering just now, why are there a few pine nuts on this stove."

He spread out his hands, which were filled with pine nuts, very full.

Ao Muyang rolled his eyes at him and said, "You are not stupid. How is your study going? How much have you learned?"

"A lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"Brother-in-law, don't ask so many questions. People are all reducing the burden and pressure on students. Why do you only put pressure on me? You have made me unhealthy, anxious and depressed."

Hearing his nonsense, Lao Ao knew that this guy must have learned nothing.

But he guessed wrong. He called Lu Hu, and Lu Hu told him that Lu Wuyi performed very well. It might be because he had been exposed to business in the Cao family since he was a child, and his brain was flexible. He had been with Lu Hu for less than a month and could handle a lot of small and trivial business matters for him.

Ao Muyang felt happy, and he and Lu Wuyi roasted pine nuts by the stove.

In fact, the pine nuts sold in the market are all fried. The process is quite troublesome. They must be steamed at high temperature first, and then stir-fried with yellow sand mixed with sugar.

Ao Muyang didn't have many pine nuts, so it wasn't worth it. They just focused on watching the stove and roasting them slowly.

This way, the pine nuts could be roasted, but it took a little longer.

The aroma of roasted pine nuts was strong, and the general, Wolf Da, Wolf Er, and Youfu were attracted to come over. However, the pine nuts were not roasted for a long time, so they became impatient. First, Wolf Er left, and then the general ran away. Wolf Da and Youfu waited patiently for a while and fell asleep...

Lu Wuyi also dozed off: "Brother-in-law, it's really warm to be watching the stove. It makes me want to sleep."

"Then go to sleep." Ao Muyang said considerately.

Lu Wuyi pointed at him and said, "Do you want to wait until I fall asleep, and then eat all the pine nuts yourself?"

"Go away, what do you think of your brother-in-law." Lao Ao really planned to do this.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, which is a big day in the West. There are some young tourists in the village who come to play, and they also celebrate Christmas Eve, so Ao Muyang organized a bonfire party in the village.

Bonfires are rarely lit in the village, especially in winter, when there are too many dead branches and leaves on the mountain. If the flames are not controlled well, it will be a forest fire.

Ao Muyang chose to light the bonfire in the small square of the village committee. He made preparations and surrounded the small square so that no sparks could escape and naturally would not cause a fire.

A group of tourists and bored villagers were singing and dancing around the bonfire. Ao Fugui's good voice always came in handy at this time. He held a microphone and shouted: "Hey, brother!" "Yo, girl!" "Sing and dance, move!" "SKRSKR!"

Ao Muyang was about to find a place to sit down. He saw Ao Mukang and his son arguing about something. There were so many people and the noise was chaotic, so he couldn't hear clearly, so he walked over and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, village chief." Ao Mukang put away the impatient expression on his face when he saw Ao Muyang coming. He said to his son, "Okay, okay, I'll get you an apple."

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "Oh, Xiaojun wants an apple? Giving apples on Christmas Eve is our Chinese custom."

Ao Mukang said, "Isn't this a foreign festival? How can there be Chinese customs?"

"This is a socialist feature of a foreign festival."

The village prepared a lot of beautifully packaged apples. Apples are not valuable in winter. You can make them yourself by buying a few pieces of wrapping paper, so Ao Muyang didn't sell them, and gave them to tourists.

Small gifts, great friendship, he found that tourists are being cheated badly in some places now. Longtou Village just needs to be sincere and give some small favors to make them grateful. Saying good things about it on the Internet is more useful than advertising.

Longtou Village is now very famous on the Internet, and many tourists directly call it the most hospitable fishing village in China.

Ao Mukang went to ask a tourist for an apple, and came back to hand it to his son and said, "Here, for you."

Ao Xiaojun shouted, "No, I don't want such an apple, I want to be beaten!"

"I think you want to be beaten!" Ao Mukang glared.

Knowing that his father couldn't understand English, Ao Xiaojun gestured to explain, "Dad, can you satisfy my son's wish? I don't want a round apple, I want a flat apple, do you understand? Not a cannon, but a powder."

Ao Mukang wondered, "You want to eat apple pie? A flat apple? Okay, your father respects you and satisfies your wish, let's go!"

He put the apple on the windowsill, raised his big fist, and smashed it with a bang.

The round apple was smashed flat on the spot!

Ao Xiaojun cried with a sad face: "It's not an apple, you are a fan, you are so stupid, how much more do I have to tell you? Apple phone, a fan phone, I want this, a fan!"

"You just want to be beaten!" The impatient Ao Mukang decided to communicate with his son with his fists.

Ao Muyang laughed, the father and son are really a pair of funny people.

In the late night, Lu Zhizi came to him and asked him to help deliver gifts to the students in the village.

This was an activity organized by the school. The teachers pretended to be Christmas and gave gifts to the children on Christmas Eve, so that the children in the village could get in touch with some things that the children in the city could get in touch with.

Upon hearing the news, Lu Wuyi happily took out a big red cotton sock.

Ao Muyang asked, "What are you giving?"

"Exercise books, test papers, etc." Lu Zhizi said.

Lu Wuyi was so scared that he quickly took back his big red cotton sock.

Lu Zhizi was naturally joking. The school prepared small gifts for the children, such as a children's book, a small globe, a set of stationery, a small handicraft, etc. The price was not expensive, but it could make the children curious for a few days.

Each teacher was responsible for a village, and Lu Zhizi was responsible for Longtou Village.

The parents of the students got the news in advance and were on guard until midnight.

The parents of primary school students nowadays are not very old, only in their thirties. Unlike the older generation of villagers who are out of touch with society, they more or less understand the customs of Christmas. After receiving the notice from the school, they prepared red socks in advance.

After everything was done in an orderly manner, the two went home and saw a big red sock hanging on the door of Lu Wuyi's bedroom.

Ao Muyang knew that the boy must not have slept, so he said through the door: "Don't you think it's embarrassing? You are already in your twenties, and you are still waiting for Santa Claus to put gifts in your socks? Are you pretending to be young?"

Sure enough, the door opened as soon as he finished speaking, and Lu Wuyi said angrily: "Brother-in-law, this has nothing to do with age. Life should have a sense of ritual."

"Then what about the ceremony you prepared for me?" Ao Muyang asked back.

Lu Wuyi laughed and said, "You don't have socks hanging at the door."

Ao Muyang took off his shoes and pulled down the socks, handed them to him and said, "Here, they are warm."