Golden Fishing Village

There are too many families drying dried fish in the village, and almost every family dries dried mackerel, so it is not easy to find the owner of the lost fish.

The head of state, his wife and children, did not know whose dried fish they got from. Only Lao Ao could confirm that there were fifty or sixty stolen ones, and it was unknown how long he had been tinkering with them.

Ao Muyang twisted the head of state's fat ears and asked him where the dried fish came from. The head of state meowed and ran away...

There was no other way, so he had to ask every household around. The neighbors shook their heads and said that they did not lose dried fish, mainly because they dried too much, and it would be impossible to detect if a few or dozens of them were lost. If the head of state did not steal from one family, then this would become an unsolved case.

After asking more than a dozen families and not finding the answer, Lao Ao was too lazy to look for it. He could only tell the neighbors to ask if they met anyone in the village and see who lost the dried fish and go to his house to get it.

The villagers didn't care and said directly: "Those are the things that the young mackerel have dried. They are not valuable. You should keep them, village chief. They are originally for feeding cats."

Ao Muyang went home, and seeing his fierce look, Yuan Shou immediately went into Lu Zhizi's arms.

Lu Zhizi dragged it out, and Yuan Shou changed to crawling into her skirt.

Ao Muyang helped to drag it out, and dragged it to the bed, and the matter was over.

In the next few days, he took Yuan Shou with him wherever he went, and finally kept an eye on it.

As the saying goes, children, don't be greedy. After Laba, it's the New Year. Unknowingly, another Spring Festival has arrived.

During the fishing ban period, there was nothing to do, so he found a construction team to repair the ancestral temple. Now it is safe and it seems to be the same. This year, the village can organize waves of people to kneel down and worship their ancestors, without worrying about the houses being squeezed and collapsed.

At the end of the year, the village is busy celebrating the New Year and entertaining tourists. Compared with the past period, there are more tourists now. Some tourists come to the fishing village to celebrate the New Year. They rush here on the 26th and 27th of the twelfth lunar month.

Many families in the village started steaming big steamed buns in the yard. There was steam coming out day and night. After the whole village was filled with fishy smell due to the wide drying of dried fish, the whole village is now filled with the aroma of wheat.

At the end of the year, Yang Shuyong came to find Ao Muyang, who was very convinced: "How did you know that my family would eat late today? You came just in time, I just finished cooking."

Yang Shuyong said helplessly: "You are accusing me of something, how would I know when you cooked? I thought your family should have finished eating at this time, but how could I know that you would eat late today? Just in time, give me another pair of chopsticks."

Ao Muyang rolled his eyes and said: "Don't give me that, who is not busy at the end of the year? Whose dinner will not be later than usual?"

Yang Shuyong took a cup in front of him very actively, and then signaled him with his eyes to take out the bamboo wine.

The base wine used in the bamboo wine at Ao Muyang's home is either Maotai or Wuliangye, or at least Fenjiu aged, all of which are good wines, and Yang Shuyong likes to come to his house to drink the most.

After taking a sip of wine to satisfy his craving, he asked, "You're not going out to sea again, what are you busy doing at home?"

Ao Muyang said, "Aren't you taking people to clean up the ancestral hall? I just cleaned up the ancestral hall, what are you doing here?"

Yang Shuyong grinned and said, "Why do you think I'm here? Guess, you can guess it."

Ao Muyang said, "You're here just to eat."

Yang Shuyong waved his sleeves and said, "Nonsense, who's still short of a meal now? Oh, bacon fried with garlic sprouts? Teacher Lu, you sit down, you don't have to clean up, these dishes are enough, this bacon is good, did you kill a fragrant pig to make it?"

Ao Muyang snorted and said, "What on earth are you doing here?"

Because he mentioned it repeatedly, Yang Shuyong sighed, "I really have something serious to talk to you about, I have no appetite when it comes to this."

Ao Muyang's eyes moved up and down with his chopsticks, and he was almost dizzy: With the speed and frequency of your picking up dishes, you are embarrassed to say that you have no appetite?

However, Yang Shuyong did come for a troublesome matter, which was the ancestral worship of Wangjia Village.

He planned to change Wangjia Village to the original name of Qixing Village. The name change had been officially recorded and decided. Now what needed to be done was to change the villagers' minds. The other six surnames were naturally willing, but the Wang family of the first team refused.

Ao Muyang remembered that when he took the lead in offering sacrifices to the Dragon King for rain, he asked Yang Shuyong for help. At that time, Yang Shuyong's request was that he should help at the end of the year during the ancestral worship, but this was several months ago, and he almost forgot.

Yang Shuyong did not forget. This time, he came to him for help after encountering trouble.

After hearing what Yang Shuyong said, Ao Muyang said, "If Wangjia Village is not happy, then so be it. Damn it, you, Old Yang, are a tyrant. You use tough and iron-blooded means to implement it. What can they do?"

"What can they do? Several old and senior Wang family members said that if I dare to force this, they will die in the ancestral hall. Now they have moved to the ancestral hall. Alas, they will hit the wall if they don't agree with each other." Yang Shuyong was so worried that he ate meat and drank wine, his face was red.

Ao Muyang asked him, "When your village was renamed Wangjia Village, did the elders of the other surnames have no reaction? What did the Wang family do at that time?"

"Times are different, and the means are different." Yang Shuyong shook his head.

"Tell me more."

Yang Shuyong smacked his lips and said, "At that time, other surnames were unwilling, but the village chief and secretary at that time were both from the Wang family, and they just did it forcefully. They didn't care about those old men who kept saying they wanted to hit their heads to death, but they gave them money and things in private to shut them up."

"You do the same." Ao Muyang gave him advice.

Yang Shuyong took another sip of wine in worry: "I said that the times are different. At that time, every household was short of food, and giving something could win people's hearts. Now you can't even give money, it's useless. And this is the trick left by the Wang family, they have been on guard for a long time."

Ao Muyang was silent for a while. Things are indeed difficult to handle, but why is he so happy in his heart?

Yang Shuyong looked at him eagerly and asked, "Captain Ao, do you have a solution?"

Ao Muyang shook his head: "There is no good solution, then do you have a solution?"

Yang Shuyong said, "I do have a solution, but I can't use it myself, I need your help."

"You say." Ao Muyang looked at him vigilantly.

Yang Shuyong was inspired and said, "Call Secretary Lu and others from the town. It would be even better if you can call Captain Su and others from the Coast Guard. Use the official prestige to suppress these old men."

Ao Muyang laughed and said, "Change the method."

Yang Shuyong said, "Change the method is to fight to death. You come with me to deal with these stubborn old men. If they want to die, let them die. If they want to make trouble, let them make trouble. You just help me calm down the situation!"

Ao Muyang said, "Come on, tell me the last method again. Which leaders are needed?"