Golden Fishing Village

Black carp is not valuable, and big black carp is not valuable either. Fortunately, black carp is rich in fish roe, which can be used in cooking, and the taste and nutritional value are great, which is the most valuable.

Because of the increased transportation capacity, now the sea fish go deep into the inland, the value of these freshwater fish, especially the frozen freshwater fish, has dropped sharply, and not many people eat them.

In this case, many black carps are divided into different groups, and the fish roe is collected for sale, and the remaining fish bodies are also sold for a very low price.

Without machines, it is very difficult to collect black carp roe, and the price of this thing is not too high, and the profit margin is not large, so the fishermen have no initiative.

Now they cook directly after catching black carp. There are many tourists in the village and the market is large. The fishermen process some of them individually, and they have become much more active because they can make money.

Ao Muyang collected all the fish and handed them to Song Qiumin. He said, "Sister-in-law, let's divide the fish roe in half. If you want to cook, you can keep a few fish. I'll feed the rest to the tiger."

Song Qiumin waved her hand and said, "Sister-in-law will help you deal with it, but we won't divide it equally. You keep it for yourself. Fish roe is not afraid of freezing. It tastes good when stir-fried with chili."

Ao Muyang said, "Don't argue about it. You can help me clean it up. You can keep some fish roe to entertain guests. It's very fragrant when stir-fried with chili."

He walked home and met Ao Wenchang, who waved to him and said hello.

"What's the matter?"

Ao Wenchang said, "Well, I went to check the boats in the village. Some people still went out to fish."

Ao Muyang was a little unhappy when he heard this. He repeatedly emphasized that villagers were absolutely not allowed to go out to sea in violation of regulations, including holding meetings and shouting through the village committee loudspeaker. As a result, some people still did so. It was clear that they did not regard the village head as a cadre.

However, this was expected. It was the first time for the villagers to encounter a fishing ban, so it was hard for them to change their minds. After all, many old fishermen have been out at sea for their whole lives, and their food, clothing and daily necessities all depend on the income from the sea.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Are they going out on a big boat or a small boat?"

Ao Wenchang said, "Both, but there is only one big boat."

He knew who it was without saying, "It's Ao Zhiyi's Dragon Head, right?"

"Yes." Ao Wenchang nodded.

Ao Muyang rubbed his chin and said, "Okay, I know."

He went home, took a shower, changed his clothes, and then went to the dock.

Now the village dock has undergone simple repairs, the fishing spots have been cleared, and parasols have been installed. There are also people in the village pushing carts to deliver ice water and small drinks, all for the experience of tourists.

Many tourists were busy fishing on the lake, so there were inevitably many empty fishing spots. Ao Muyang found a cool place under a parasol and sat down. Someone immediately brought him freshly squeezed orange juice: "Village chief, how many ice cubes?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "This service is good. Give me two more. It's a bit hot today."

The sun was scorching, but it was not bad to be in the cool shade. After all, the ocean has a large specific heat capacity. Even if the sea water warms up, the temperature is not much higher. The sea breeze is cooler after all.

Sitting on the dock, the cool sea breeze blew slowly. At this time, Ao Muyang took another sip of iced orange juice, and he felt that the heat in his body dissipated a lot.

The ferry came, and tourists and villagers got off the boat. Ao Muyang looked at these people casually, and suddenly saw an acquaintance, Cheng Deming!

He was going to wait for Ao Zhiyi, but he waited for Cheng Deming, which was also an unexpected surprise.

But it was not uncommon to see this old man. Since he had dinner in Longtou Village last time, the old man would come here from time to time for a short vacation, relax for three or five days, and then go back to work on his antiques.

Because of his proper physical care, the old man's physiological functions are not worse than those of the young man in some aspects. For example, his eyesight is still excellent. After Ao Muyang stood up, he noticed it at a glance.

"Xiao Ao, no, Village Chief Ao, you are here to pick up the old man in person. I am really honored." The old man laughed.

Ao Muyang also laughed: "I, the little village chief, seem to be quite famous. How did you know that I was the village chief?"

The old man patted him on the shoulder and said: "I have been in contact with Teacher Ao. In addition, your village was introduced in the newspaper. How could I not know that you are an official? Here, this is a gift."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and the assistant behind him handed him a scroll.

Ao Muyang wondered, "What is this?"

He slowly unfolded the scroll, and there were three big characters inside: Longtou Village.

The three characters were written in a vigorous and vigorous style, and they were obviously the handwriting of a famous calligrapher.

There was a signature and a red seal on the lower side of the scroll. Ao Muyang carefully identified them and found that they were the two characters "Qi Gong".

Qi Gong was a famous calligrapher in modern China. Some people even called him the last master of Chinese calligraphy, but the master had passed away. How could there be three characters like this?

So Ao Muyang looked up at the old man in confusion. With Cheng Deming's identity, he couldn't possibly get a set of fake characters for himself.

The old man smiled and said, "Don't doubt it. This is the master's posthumous work, but I put it together. The master originally wrote two characters for "dragon head". I found the word "village" in another work of the master, cut it and put it together. Haha, what do you think? You can't tell that I have tampered with it, right?"

Although this calligraphy has been tampered with, it is an authentic work anyway, so it is very valuable.

Ao Muyang politely refused, and the old man waved his hand: "What do you mean by returning it to me? All my hard work has been in vain? I can't give away the words "Longtou Village" to others, right? Haha, just accept it quickly. , be polite to me."

"This calligraphy is so precious..."

"Is my life precious?" The old man pretended to be blowing his beard and staring. In the end, he used too much force and didn't seem to be angry, which was quite funny.

Ao Muyang was not pretentious. He accepted the picture and said: "Okay, thank you very much, brother. I will treat you to a drink tonight. I brought the specialty bamboo leaf wine from Nanhai. The taste is amazing!"

Cheng Deming suddenly laughed: "Okay, okay, call Brother Ao tonight. I won't go home until I'm drunk!"

The weather was hot, and Ao Muyang wanted to ask the old man to rest, so he stretched out his hand and said: "Old man, please go this way."

Cheng Deming was about to take a step, then he closed his eyes and sniffed hard. After opening his eyes, he looked at the wooden bracelet on Ao Muyang's left wrist: "This is it?"

Ao Muyang explained: "Oh, the gloomy wood bracelet. I helped a village chief in Nanhai. He gave it to me. I think it feels good to wear it on my hand. It seems to be good for the body, so I wear it. It’s on.”

Cheng Deming held up his wrist and looked at it carefully, then lowered his head and smelled it. Ao Muyang felt that something was wrong, so he simply handed the bracelet to him.

After flipping the bracelet over and over for a while, the old man raised his head and said, "You feel so right. Wearing this thing is indeed good for the body, but is it a dull tree? Hehe!"

At this point, he shook his head repeatedly.