Golden Fishing Village

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the dough is fermented.

Ao Muyang's family steamed buns today. This year, the village used a dough press, which made it much easier to make big buns. The village produced a lot of buns every day.

He lamented the changes of the times, and told the story of how every household in the village had to ferment and knead the dough and steam buns during the New Year. As a result, Lu Wuyi wanted to eat handmade buns after hearing it. He said, "This bun has no soul because it has been touched by the machine!"

Ao Muyang's family has flour. The village will buy a lot of flour at the end of the year. Tomorrow, every household will distribute New Year's goods, and flour is the cornerstone.

He took out half a bag of flour and handed it to Lu Wuyi in a large basin, saying, "Come on, young master, you give the buns a soul."

Lu Wuyi waved his hand: "Young master won't do it."

"If you don't do it, you will be done. Choose one for yourself." Ao Muyang showed his fist.

In the morning, Lu Wuyi started kneading dough in a single-piece dress. While working, he lamented: "I was in Jinling. Although I didn't have much status, I didn't have to do rough work. At most, I could bake desserts and serve dishes. But here, I have calluses on my hands."

"Don't be afraid. I'll find you a partner next year. If you treat me well, the calluses on your hands will fade away." Ao Muyang comforted him.

"Why the hell am I afraid of this?" Lu Wuyi said unhappily.

The Glass Goddess drove to the village and docked side by side with the Purple Deer yacht. The two yachts have their own merits and can show luxury.

Yan Qingcheng brought Zhu Zhu and Liu Mei back to the village to celebrate the New Year. In the past, she would come during the Little New Year, which was also a long vacation for herself at the end of the year. This year, with Lu Wuyi here, she was scared and didn't come back until the end of the year.

The villagers didn't know about this. When they saw Yan Qingcheng, they greeted him warmly: "Mr. Yan, why are you so late this year? My family dried eels. I'll send you a bag today. It's delicious."

Yan Qingcheng is highly respected in the village, not only because she is powerful and rich, but also because she donated a lot of money to the village. Some time ago, Yan Qingcheng donated another million to repair the wharf.

While greeting, Yan Qingcheng smiled and explained: "The child is in a cram school, and the cram school ended late this year."

"I hate Brother Xiaolu." Zhu Zhu said with a pretty face, "The cram school ended a week ago, and my mother signed him up for another class. How could I not know the reason?"

Sixth sister said calmly: "If you hate him, don't call him brother, call him uncle."

"Call him uncle? Let him dream." Zhu Zhu waved her hand, "I want him to clearly realize that he is a generation younger than my mother!"

Sixth sister suddenly realized.

When Yan Qingcheng came, Lu Wuyi was like a different person. He used to groan and complain a few times, but when he saw Yan Qingcheng, he immediately became energetic and said nothing, just gritted his teeth and kneaded the dough.

As usual, Ao Muyang's family and Ao Fugui's family steamed buns together. At noon, the buns were out of the pot. He went home with a basket of big buns, and the general wagged his tail hard and circled around him.

In his opinion, the best companion for buns is pickles, but it was not appropriate for him to stir-fry pickles when Yan Qingcheng and her daughter came for the first meal, so he put down the pickles and took out the crab sauce, and made a stir-fried egg and shrimp paste with peppers.

The gray-pink crab sauce and white eggs were filled with red dried peppers. There was almost no need to add any seasonings. The crab sauce itself was delicious enough to support this dish.

The villagers sent a lot of things, including dried fish, pickled spicy shrimp, grilled dried fish, and other things such as drunken crab claws, drunken shrimp, and pickled wild vegetables. I don’t know who sent a plate of pickled abalone. Ao Muyang tasted one and it tasted very good.

In this way, he didn’t have to cook anymore. The whole family gathered around the table to eat ready-made big steamed buns.

Because of the last drunken confession, Lu Wuyi felt a little embarrassed in front of Yan Qingcheng, so he whispered: "Brother-in-law, I think this is a bit embarrassing."

Ao Muyang quickly took a steamed bun, spread crab sauce on it, handed it to him and said: "Here, if you feel embarrassed, go back to the house and eat it."

Lu Wuyi wanted to cry but had no tears: "Brother-in-law, are you really my brother-in-law?"

"That's absolutely it, what's there to doubt? As long as your sister is your sister, I must be your brother-in-law." Ao Muyang said as a matter of course.

Lu Wuyi said: "Then you try to make the atmosphere less awkward, so that I can get along well with Sister Yan."

Ao Muyang asked: "What did you say?"

Lu Wuyi was stunned: "Uh, then you try to make the atmosphere less awkward..."

"The last sentence."

"Are you my brother-in-law?"

"Maybe not."

Lu Wuyi looked at him gloomily and said: "Brother-in-law, is this the time to be clever? It's all over the place!"

Ao Muyang said: "Even if I am your brother-in-law, what can I do? I'm not a matchmaker. Besides, when you called Sister Yan that time, she clearly rejected you. Are you still not giving up?"

Lu Wuyi said: "No, I was drunk that time and didn't behave well."

Ao Muyang was stunned. This guy is quite shameless.

If it's not his business, he won't intervene, and he will honestly eat steamed buns with crab sauce.

Lu Wuyi coughed and said, "Brother-in-law, don't you have anything to say?"

Ao Muyang said, "Well, the New Year is coming soon, I want to wish everyone a happy New Year."

"Besides wishing everyone a happy New Year?"

"Wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival in advance?"

Lu Wuyi had no choice but to eat his meal obediently, since he had nothing to say anyway.

The crab sauce is slightly salty, but the egg buffers it, so the saltiness is not that strong. Like shrimp paste, it is a rare seafood that can preserve both freshness and saltiness at the same time.

It is fried with chili peppers, which is really appetizing. Ao Muyang ate it until he was sweating profusely.

After dinner, Zhu Zhu helped to clean up the tableware and asked, "Uncle Xiaoyang, what are you going to do in the afternoon? I have nothing to do."

Lu Wuyi rushed to say, "I'll take you to steam buns."

Zhu Zhu waved his hand and said, "I ate too much at noon, and now I feel uncomfortable seeing the buns."

Ao Muyang looked at his brother-in-law with pity and said, "Why don't I take you to clean up the fishing boat? Let's decorate the fishing boat to welcome the Spring Festival!"

"Okay!"

The Big Dragon Head was docked at the dock. Last year, Ao Daguo and his son decorated it, but this year Ao Muyang did it himself. Next to the big ship is a bigger ship, the Dragon Head.

Yan Qingcheng followed the Dragon Head to take a look. After all, it was a converted warship, and there were many differences from civilian fishing boats.

Ao Muyang was concentrating on cleaning up the fishing boat. There wasn't much work to do. The Dragon Head had never been put into use, which was equivalent to a new boat. Ao Daguo had cleaned it up when the Dragon Head last went out. All he had to do was to post Spring Festival couplets, hang up evil-repelling charms, and raise the national flag on the boat.

Zhu Zhu took out his mobile phone and played a national anthem. Ao Muyang tied up the national flag and thought it was quite sacred.

The evil-repelling charm was written on pink paper with a brush dipped in cinnabar. Zhu Zhu came to see it curiously, and then read: "Prosperity, democracy, harmony, freedom..."