Golden Fishing Village

Old man Ao Zhibing was quite open-minded. After hearing his words, Ao Muyang couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "Grandpa Bing, you are so generous. This is the mind that our fishermen should have!"

For his evaluation, old man Ao Zhibing laughed loudly: "What kind of generosity and mind is this? The things originally belonged to others. They accidentally gave them to me. Can I really accept them as my own? It's like picking up someone's wallet on the road. Shouldn't I return it to them?"

Ao Muyang nodded and said, "Yes, that's it."

He put the beeswax away. It's still unclear whether Ao Zhiman would accept this piece of beeswax. It should be valuable, but it has been soaked in the pickle jar for so many years that the smell is really pungent.

The odor molecules of the pickles are also domineering. They can actually pass through the stone layer and enter the beeswax. Ao Muyang sniffed it and estimated that the odor has entered the core of the beeswax.

Zhong Cang also sniffed it, then smiled and said, "Why don't we cook tonight? Let's steam buns and rub them on the beeswax. I think it will go well with rice."

Ao Muyang waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't say it, I have a picture in my mind."

He went to wash the pickled cabbage, cut it into strips, and soaked it, changing the water three times in a row.

The pickled cabbage took a long time to pickle, and the salt in it was really a lot. When washing it for the first time, Lao Ao dipped his hand in water and licked it on his tongue, and the salty taste on his tongue lasted for a while.

Pig fat was put into the pot. As the fire grew, the aroma of lard soon spread. He poured out some lard and started to put in the pork belly.

The pork belly was stir-fried for a few minutes, and there was more oil in the pot. The meat slices were fried into golden yellow. Lao Ao used a spatula to stir two pieces and blew them and put them into his mouth. The aroma of the oil residue was really incomparable!

Put pepper and star anise in the pot, then put onion, ginger and garlic in the pot, and finally pickled vegetables.

He is confident in his cooking skills. He stir-fries half a pot of pickled vegetables at a time. In addition to eating them with dinner at night, the rest can be kept for the old man to drink with.

They are all salty, but the eel meat fried with salted bamboo shoots is different. This one is salty and fresh, more suitable for drinking on the same day.

The people on the island are not picky people. They just want to have fun together, so Ao Muyang cooks mainly based on quantity, and doesn't go for fancy tricks.

In addition to these two dishes, there must be a main course as usual. The mutton sent when I came last time has not been eaten yet, so Lao Ao added potatoes and carrots and stewed mutton in a pressure cooker. The mutton was stewed until it was mushy, and the smell of mutton spread in the wind after the pot was opened.

The stewed mutton was a hard dish. In addition, he also fried peanuts, fried black fungus, and mixed evergreens and other cold dishes. The dinner in the evening was still rich.

It was very windy during the day today, but it stopped at night. As long as there was no wind, the island in the middle of the ocean was more comfortable because the seawater had a slow cooling rate due to its specific heat capacity, and it was not much colder in the evening than in the afternoon.

In this way, Ao Muyang simply ordered Heilong to move the dining table out, and the five people sat on small stools, facing the sea, enjoying the fresh fish and the fragrant meat.

Ao Zhibing was a little puzzled and asked, "Boss, it's not summer yet, why do you want to eat outside? Isn't it warm in the house?"

Ao Muyang said, "I was sweating when I ate in the house yesterday, so I'll go outside today."

"That's because we had fish hot pot yesterday."

Indeed, Ao Muyang decided to go out for dinner today because of the weather. At this time, the sun was about to set in the west, and a fire cloud stretched across the sky in the west. The whole sea was sunburned orange, and the sea water was rippling, just like his favorite orange juice when he was a child.

When he drank orange juice for the first time when he was a child, he had a dream when he went home at night. He dreamed that the sea water turned into orange juice...

After the sun set, the clear sky gradually became more and more stars. The colorful stars were deployed in the dark night sky, shining brightly.

Old man Ao Zhibing poured a cup of sweet potato wine, drank a sip of wine and ate a bite of lard fried pickles. He suddenly felt that life was beautiful. He went back to get the wine bottle and filled the wine glass.

"This is delicious with wine. I have to drink more tonight." The old man said with a smack of his lips.

Ao Muyang took a bite of eel meat fried with salted bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots were salty and crispy, the fish meat was tender and fresh, and the peppers were used to season it. This dish was very appetizing.

But after all, it was eel meat that died after spawning, and it tasted worse than the fresh eel meat he used before. Fortunately, it was not bad for drinking.

The searchlight at the door of the stone house illuminated a large area of ​​the ground in front. The generator rumbled in the distance, supplying electricity continuously.

Ao Muyang felt a little noisy, and while eating, he said: "I will install a few solar panels on the island later. There are not many places on the island that use electricity, and these solar panels are enough. That thing is quiet."

Ao Zhibing waved his hand and said: "Hey, no need, boss, don't spend this money in vain. Now there is no wind, so you can hear its sound. If there is wind, you can't hear it, and the sound of the waves will suppress it."

Zhong Cang also said: "Yes, boss, don't spend this money. It's better to install a wind turbine than to install solar panels, that kind of steel windmill. Wind energy is very developed on this island."

"Why don't we use the tidal energy? The waves here are very big and the tidal energy is also abundant." Wang Xia participated in the discussion.

Ao Muyang said: "Install them all. I will find a boat to send some trees over in a few days and plant more trees on the island. I plan to contract this island forever. When I get older, I will come here to live out my old age. Now the village is noisy, and it's still comfortable on the island."

This is true. There are too many tourists in the village. If there are too many tourists, the quietness of the small fishing village cannot be maintained. He decided to stay in the village because he was attracted by the peaceful and tranquil life in the village.

But he can't just care about his own comfort. The economic conditions in the village were too poor before. The villagers either went to the city to work hard or went to the sea to make money to support their families. Therefore, he firmly supports the development of tourism to boost the village economy.

It was a whim for him to contract Zhuantou Island at that time. Now it seems that this is very necessary. There is not only a warm current here to feed a lot of special fish, shrimps and crabs, but also a place for retirement after cleaning up the island in the future.

The scenery on the island is not good now. Except for a few wild flowers and weeds, it is all exposed reefs and soil. It has a long way to go before it can become the livable island in Ao Muyang's mind.

Longing for a happy life as an island owner in the future, Lao Ao was excited. Taking advantage of this energy, he ordered a lifetime of sweet potato stew, and then drank it with a mouthful of fried pickles and a mouthful of sweet potato stew.

This glass of wine was really strong. He drank it quite slowly, but after drinking it, he still felt the world shaking. Grandpa Ao Zhibing had a huge capacity for drinking, so he was completely fine. After drinking a large glass of wine, he twisted peanuts and shook his head to sing "Blue-faced Doulton Stealing the Imperial Horse"...