Golden Fishing Village

The pine shed is a wooden hut left by the fishermen who used to go to the mountains to cut pine oil. The structure is simple, but it is enough to provide shelter from wind and rain.

The old pine oil workers have always known which pine forest on the mountain is rich in pine oil and which pine forest has the potential to be rich in pine oil, and they will go to these pine forests to cut pine oil.

As Ao Zhiman said, these old mountain people have relied on the mountains for their livelihood and know how to protect the mountains and every plant and tree on them. The pine forest has not died out after being cut for so many years, and it still produces pine oil continuously every year.

As time went by, some people began to build shacks to live on the edge of these pine forests.

These stilts were not built by any one family, but by the efforts of many people. For example, the shacks were first built with wooden sticks as a trunk, and then they were given wooden stilts to other families who came to live later and felt it was too cold. A tarpaulin was spread on the sticks, and after a while, a shack was built.

The area of ​​the shacks built is not small, because apart from some young and strong men, most of the pine oil workers are old men in their sixties. Some villagers even drag their families directly into the mountains to cut pine oil.

For convenience, they live and eat in the mountains. These simple straw huts are their temporary homes. In order to accommodate a family, the huts are often built larger, and Ao Muyang and the three of them can live in them without any problem.

Ao Zhiman told him that the days of cutting pine oil were very difficult in the past. It was common to work more than ten hours a day, and the intensity of these more than ten hours of work was not comparable to other jobs because you had to climb up and down. , I have to endure the mountain wind, mosquito bites, and encounter venomous snakes from time to time, which makes me nervous and exhausted physically and mentally!

"Eating, drinking, and having diarrhea are all dealt with in the mountains. If you raise your head, you will see trees, and if you lower your head, you will see grass. If you accidentally bump into a poisonous snake, you will be punished in the mountains. If you accidentally fall from a tree, you will be punished in the mountains. If you are accidentally blown by the mountain wind, you will be punished in the mountains. If you have a cold, you have to leave it to the mountains. Do you think this is a human life?" When he mentioned the past, the old man's face was filled with sadness.

Ao Muyang nodded silently. He heard the old people in the village say that pine oil was a good thing in the past few decades. It was something only wealthy and wealthy families could afford. It could be sold at a good price in the market.

Therefore, some poor people will come to the mountains to do this work, just to make a little money to support their families.

Most of the people who come to do this work are the poorest class. Even if they can support their families by going fishing at sea, or even if they can support their families by farming, who will come to the mountains to suffer?

While sighing, old man Ao Zhiman was immersed in the memories of the past. He kept telling Ao Muyang and Ao Jinfu about the hard days in the past, and introduced to them the miserable things he had witnessed when cutting pine oil. Ao Mu listened to it. Yang was speechless.

Ao Jinfu was much calmer. The young man was carrying a bag and a knife on his waist, walking silently on the mountain road, like a walking statue.

Ao Muyang thought he was quite impressive, so he subconsciously praised him.

Ao Jinfu was a real child. After hearing his praise, he waved his hand: "No, village chief, I'm not indifferent. I've heard these nonsense about my grandfather dozens of times. I know the next sentence when he said it." , he said the next sentence, I know the next sentence, how can I react to this? "

Hearing what he said, Ao Muyang smiled, but the old man became angry: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and hurry up, we still have to walk on the mountain road for more than two hours."

Ao Muyang looked around and said, "Master Man, aren't there pine trees here? They look pretty big to me. Why don't you cut pine oil here?"

"Not all pine trees have pine oil." The old man shook his head, "Follow me. If these trees are cut and pine oil leaks out, they won't live for a few years. The pine trees where we go are different. They can produce Pine oil.”

They walked from morning to noon, and after bypassing several hills, a lush pine forest appeared in their sight.

This pine forest covers an area of ​​dozens of acres and occupies half of the mountain. Even in early spring, it is lush and lush. The mountain peaks blow by and the pine needles rub against each other like rolling waves.

There are huts looming on the edge of the pine forest. Some huts have collapsed, some have only a few wooden sticks as their main trunks, and some have roughly preserved their entire appearance.

Ao Zhiman pointed to the pine forest and said: "Okay, we have reached the end of the field. Let's work harder and then have a meal and start working."

The pine forest was right in front of him, and he walked for nearly an hour. When he finally reached the edge of the thatched shed, Ao Muyang couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, I finally know what it means to run to death at Wangshan Mountain!"

After sighing with emotion, he said to the old man: "Master Man, didn't you say it's a two-hour journey? We have to walk for three and a half hours, right?"

No wonder the old man said he couldn't go down the mountain until tomorrow. The round trip would take seven hours. There would be no time to go back today.

Ao Zhiman hummed and said nothing. Ao Jinfu explained: "My master means that you can see the forest in two hours, not that you can reach it in two hours."

Although he was tired, Ao Muyang had to prepare lunch.

The grandfather and grandson brought food, which was instant noodles and dry noodle cakes. They meant that there was an iron pot in the thatched shed, boil water to cook a pot of noodles, and then make the cakes to eat.

Ao Muyang was tired all morning, how could he deal with his stomach like this?

He waved, and the queen flying in the air flew over. She swooped down and opened her claws, and a fat rabbit fell down...

The head of state also went to work. He went to the woods and jumped up and down. When he came back, there were many bird eggs in the little pocket hanging around his neck...

Ao Muyang cleaned the iron pot and stewed a rabbit soup first. He took out the rabbit meat and used the soup to add instant noodles. In addition, he cracked bird eggs into it. This soup was rich and could lock in the aroma.

He stir-fried the rabbit meat with the noodles. He saved the seasoning packet of instant noodles, which could be used to make fried rabbit meat noodles. There was chili powder in the seasoning packet. The fried rabbit meat and noodles were red, which made people hungry.

Ao Jinfu squatted beside him and stared at the lunch and swallowed his saliva.

Ao Muyang asked: "Are you hungry?"

Ao Jinfu smiled foolishly and said: "I'm not hungry, I'm just greedy. I haven't eaten meat since the Lantern Festival."

Ao Muyang glanced at Ao Zhiman who was cleaning the straw hut. He couldn't understand this old man. If you say he is poor, he doesn't even care about millions; if you say he is rich, his family lives a miserable life.

When the meal was cooked, he gave the chopped rabbit bones to the general first. He didn't need to worry about the head of state. There were dried fish and shrimp in the head of state's pocket, so he wouldn't be hungry.

Ao Jinfu waited beside him with a bowl, wiping his saliva with his hands.

Ao Zhiman was very dissatisfied when he saw it, and said angrily: "No rules."

Ao Jinfu smiled awkwardly: "Grandpa, you eat first."

Ao Muyang snatched his bowl and put a rabbit leg in it, saying: "Grandpa, the society now is not the way you raised children in the past. Now you have to spoil your children."

The old man snorted: "What do you mean by spoiled? Absolutely not! There must be rules!"

He squatted on the ground and ate the rabbit meat fried cake with relish, but he only ate the cake. In the end, he handed the remaining rabbit meat to his grandson and said: "Fuwa, Grandpa is full, can't waste it, you eat the rest."