Golden Fishing Village

Ao Xiaojun pursed his lips and said, "Where are the extra firecrackers at home?"

"I buy for you."

"Where can I buy it now?"

"If you don't buy it now, buy it after the New Year. Firecrackers are expensive before the New Year, but they will be cheaper after the New Year. Stores will offer discounts by then. I'll buy you 10,000 ringers, okay?"

The two men were fighting there, while the others squatted nearby and watched the fun.

Ao Daguo smacked his lips and said, "Dakang's son is really a living treasure."

Ao Mudong said: "Thankfully, Brother Kang has a good temper. This is a dead treasure in his hands."

Ao Daguo shook his head and said: "Dongzi, you don't have children yet, especially a son. You will know the treasure when you have a son."

Ao Mudong said: "I want to treasure him, but I also have to save my life first. A child like this? Damn it, you can make me live for many years."

"No, life lies in exercise. Haven't you seen Brother Kang chasing Xiaojun for exercise all day long?" Ao Wenchang chuckled, and he added, "Anyway, I like Xiaojun."

As he said that, he punched Ao Xiaojun: "Jun'er, if you are not arrogant, you will waste your youth."

The existence of Ao Xiaojun made the couple realize that having children is not a good thing, which greatly comforted their hearts.

After a while, Ao Muyang's cell phone rang. After he answered the call, a voice came from the receiver: "The tide is rising!"

When the tide came, Ao Muyang waved his hand, and the men from the fishermen held up bamboo poles and set off firecrackers. This year, he prepared an iron-can gasoline salute, which lit up and made a loud bang, really like a firecracker.

According to the rules, six salutes are the best, and six, six, and thirty-six salutes are the best, which means six or six great successes.

In the past, wealthy villages would light thirty-six firecrackers, and those without money would light six firecrackers for fun. Today, Longtou Village changed the salute, and it cost only a few dollars to use gasoline, so it would definitely have to go off thirty-six times.

But when several salutes are used together, the frequency cannot be consistent, so the gunshots are staggered. When more than a dozen guns are fired, everyone is confused: How many times has his gun fired?

A group of fishermen looked around, you looked at me, I looked at you, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"What's wrong? Keep firing." Ao Muyang asked.

Ao Mudong said in embarrassment: "Longtou, how many cannons have been fired?"

Ao Muyang was even more difficult: "You ask me about this? Don't you know it yourself?"

Several people shook their heads in confusion, not having the nerve to answer.

This incident was very embarrassing. Many people gathered around to watch the excitement. There were villagers, tourists, and people from other villages who heard the news and came to see the scene.

Ao Muyang took a breath, these idiots!

He gritted his teeth and was about to say that he could just guess the number and just survive. At this time, the village craftsman Liang Fulai and his grandson Liang Xiaohu stayed nearby to watch the fun. After hearing their words, Liang Xiaohu said with no expression on his face: "Nineteen, eighteen, twenty-two, twenty-one, nineteen, nineteen..."

Hearing his words, Liang Fulai smiled and said: "Leader, the first cannon fired nineteen times, the second cannon fired eighteen times...my grandson even remembers it."

After hearing this, Ao Muyang nodded quickly and told Ao Mudong and others the number.

Several people looked doubtful: "Longtou, you are not blind, are you?"

Ao Muyang said: "Continue to fire according to this number, why do you ask so many questions?"

Regardless of whether he was being blind or not, he had to act calm at this time. As long as he remained calm, others would feel confident.

The sound of cannons sounded again. In fact, Ao Muyang felt that the numbers were quite reliable, so he asked the old man, "Has Xiaohu paid attention to these numbers?"

Liang Fulai said: "Yes, he often remembers the numbers around him, such as how many knives I use to carve a character, how many people pass by the stall in a day, how many people come to see my carving, and how many people ask how much the shell carvings cost, he just I like counting these useless things.”

Ao Muyang looked at Liang Xiaohu in surprise and said, "This is actually very useful."

After the salute, there were firecrackers. Thirty-six strings of firecrackers were lit together. The crackling sound was deafening and endless. The smell of gunpowder enveloped half of the mountainside. The burned gunpowder gas was covered in gray, which made Dalong Mountain a bit chaotic. The atmosphere is filled with fairy mist.

After setting off the firecrackers, he lit candles. Ao Zhisheng offered incense to the Bodhisattva and his ancestors, and invited the Bodhisattva and his ancestors into the ancestral hall respectively. He murmured something while toasting old wine three times.

After he has done this, he has invited the Bodhisattva, the Dragon King and the ancestors. According to the rules handed down from the ancestors, the ancestor worship activity has come to an end, and then the clan members according to their seniority can come forward and kowtow incense.

Because the side hall has been in disrepair for a long time, everyone will not be allowed to come to worship their ancestors this year. Otherwise, if there are too many people walking around inside, the resonance caused by just their footsteps may collapse the house.

Ao Zhisheng took a futon and placed it in front of the altar table. If there were villagers behind who wanted to kowtow to their ancestors, Bodhisattva and Dragon King, they could do it themselves. He hung gasoline lamps on both sides of the door, and the matter was over.

From welcoming the Bodhisattva to sending off the ancestors, the gasoline lamp cannot be extinguished during this period. It is used to illuminate the ancestors.

The two gasoline lamps hanging on the door are old. They are very old-fashioned lamps. The whole thing looks like a pagoda, with a top cover on top and an oil storage tank below. The material was originally beautiful white aluminum, but now it has been used for a long time. , has turned black.

Ao Muyang looked at this lantern and thought of the Three Pools Mirrored in the Moon in the West Lake. When he was in elementary school, his Chinese textbook had an introduction to the Three Pools Reflected in the Moon, and Ao Zhisheng took this lantern to demonstrate to them.

He told this story to Ao Zhisheng, and the old man laughed: "Yes, that's right. Every year before giving this class, I would borrow a gasoline lamp and wipe it for you to see."

The gasoline lamp was very bright, and the flame was white. In the past, when there were no incandescent lamps, it was enviable for anyone to have a gasoline lamp. Until Ao Muyang went to elementary school, every autumn harvest season, when the villagers were busy at night, they would hang such gasoline lamps in the drying yard.

Ao Mukang warned his son not to touch the gasoline lamp. This thing was not a joke. In order to create air pressure to make the wick flame rise, they pumped air into the glass jar before lighting it. If it was accidentally broken, the gasoline inside would explode.

Ao Xiaojun patted his chest and said, "Dad, don't worry, I know. This is an atomic bomb. You must not touch it."

"Not only can you not touch it, but others can't touch it either. You must watch me. If there is anything wrong with these two lamps, I will find you." Ao Mukang said to his son seriously.

Ao Xiaojun was confused: "Why?"

"Because I'm your father!"

"But you just said in front of the ancestors that you want to call me dad!"

"You still have four good days before the New Year and the first day of the New Year. Wait until the second day of the New Year and see how I beat you!" Ao Mukang was furious. After returning, he oiled his leather belt, "This is a good belt. I can't let it break because of you."