Golden Fishing Village

There were fishing boats in the town arriving at the dock of Longtou Village. The fishmongers were well-informed. They heard that oysters were produced here in Longtou Village, so they came to collect the fish.

The price of oysters changes every year. Ao Muyang went to ask about it, and the fishmonger said it was 160 yuan per catty.

This is the purchase price. It is so expensive. How much does it cost to enter the market?

After hearing Ao Muyang's question, the fishmonger laughed dryly and said: "Ao Longtou, I charge you one hundred and sixty yuan per catty, because your face is worth sixty yuan. In fact, if you come to collect it normally, we will give it to you." One hundred yuan per pound.”

"Who sells it for 100 yuan per catty?" Jiang Xiaoyu, who came to catch the sea, shook her head disdainfully after hearing this, "I have been here since lunch, and I have been busy for most of the day and only made three and a half catties. In other words, I Only made three hundred and fifty yuan?"

The fishmonger said: "Girl, three hundred and fifty a day is not enough? That's more than ten thousand a month. How much does a white-collar college student in Hongyang City cost per month? Four thousand!"

Jiang Xiaoyu raised her head and said: "Our Longtou Village is close to the sea. Whose family can't make a living that costs 10,000 yuan a month? Ten thousand yuan is nothing, we don't look at it."

The fishmonger smacked his lips and couldn't say much. This was the land of Longtou Village and he couldn't argue with others. As the saying goes, those who know how to swim will drown and kill those who are stubborn. It is really easy to get beaten if you are stubborn on other people's territory.

But he also knew that this woman was not bragging. Longtou Village was now really rich. The dragon was beginning to soar in the clouds. Who didn't know that Longtou Village had become the red ocean of Huaxi Village?

Someone in the village wanted to lay a net. Ao Muyang waved his hand after seeing it: "Take all the nets away. We are just joining in the fun. Do you still plan to make a fortune from this?"

The most serious method of catching oysters is to use the changes in seawater tides to lower the nets. Place the fishing nets in the mudflats before the tide rises. After the tide rises, the tide carries oysters and other seafood to the mudflats. After the tide recedes, they will not be caught. If there is less seafood, it will be intercepted by the net and swim into the net bag. When the tide completely recedes, the fishermen can come and collect the net.

Seeing that the fishermen in the village could not lower their nets, the fishmongers were even more anxious than the fishermen.

A fishmonger said: "Oh, there are rules for shooting wolves and fishing for fish. How many fish can you catch with just your hands? The oysters at this time are made of gold, and they have golden mouths! "

This fish starts laying eggs around May Day. The lips of the oysters grown from the first ovulation are red, the lips of the oysters grown from the second ovulation are yellow, and the lips of the oysters grown from the third ovulation are black. The oysters in the second row are the most delicious, so they are named Jinzizui.

Ao Muyang said: "The ancestors have also set rules. Gold and silver mountains are not as good as green waters and green mountains. You dealers know best how rare this fish is now. Can you just lower the net and kill it directly? Is that okay?"

The fishmonger pointed to the beach in the direction of Wangjiacun and said, "You are poor and sophisticated. Look at how many poles are erected over there? How many fishing nets are set up?"

Ao Muyang looked west through the afterglow of the setting sun. On the beach outside Wangjia Village, there were rows of fishing nets strung up with bamboo poles. These fishing nets are at right angles and fixed with bamboo poles on both sides. There is a net pocket at the intersection of the fishing nets. The mesh of the net pocket is very small. Once oysters and other small seafood fall into the fishing net, they will eventually enter the net pocket and there is no way to escape.

He wiped his hands and took out his mobile phone to call Yang Shuyong. After a while, a group of men appeared in Wangjiacun and pulled out the fishing nets and bamboo poles...

The fishmonger was dumbfounded. He looked at Ao Muyang and muttered: "Come on, you are the fish boss now."

As night falls, Ao Muyang prepares to go home and cook.

Ao Mudong's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw him carrying a small bucket of oysters, and he said, "Longtou, what a great harvest."

Ao Muyang smiled reservedly and said, "What a bumper harvest, I only got two kilograms."

The oysters are too small, they look heavy but they don’t actually weigh much.

Ao Mudong was holding a basin. He showed it to Ao Muyang and said, "Look, I also have good things here. I'm looking for mud snails today. Let's have a drink together tonight?"

Mud snail is a kind of mud snail, which is about the size of the belly of a finger. It is off-white in color, very thin and brittle. They burrow in the mud at high tide, and crawl in the soft mud of flat inlets after low tide. They look like snails at first glance, hence their name.

Ao Muyang was caught by Yang Shuyong and had been drinking for several days. When he heard that he was drinking, his face turned a little pale: "If you don't drink, don't drink. It's not good to drink too much."

Zhang Nan, who was passing by, asked: "What happened, village chief, are you preparing for pregnancy?"

Lu Zhizi hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, go ahead and drink. Didn't you have a great time drinking with Lao Yang two days ago?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Mudong got excited and shouted: "Teacher Lu has issued an imperial edict. Dragon Head will drink with us tonight."

Ao Qianwen waded ashore and asked in surprise, "Really? Count me in. I got sea sand today and it's hot. I'll go back and make a cold dish."

"Take it home and make me stew tofu. Tofu is delicious when stewed with sea sand." Zhang Nan took the basin from his man's arms.

Ao Qianwen puffed up his chest, put away the basin, and said, "Why are you taking it home? I'll take it directly to the faucet to cook. You ladies, don't nag, just be stupid and plan carefully."

Zhang Nan glared at him angrily and said: "You wait for me tonight. I won't be eating it myself when I take it back. I plan to stew tofu and send it to you. I just grinded the tofu today."

Ao Qianwen hugged the basin tightly and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, you misunderstood me. I mean, I sent the basin home for you. Look at you. Why are you so angry?"

Sea sand is a very small clam, scientifically known as blue clam, which is less than 5 millimeters.

Like oysters, the essence is concentrated, and the small sea sand tastes fresh and tender. It is not only rich in protein, but also rich in inorganic elements.

However, it is not easy to cook this thing. It just so happens that Zhang Nan is willing to clean it up, and Ao Muyang can sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

The sea sand is too small and the shell is thin. Shelling requires a technical job and patience. Ao Muyang doesn't want to do this job.

Under the moonlight, a group of big men walked towards the village head, talking and laughing. Lu Zhizi took out fruits to quench everyone's thirst, including watermelons. Ao Mupeng asked in surprise: "Fuck, the melons in the village are coming down now?"

"Don't say bad words in front of Teacher Lu," Ao Daguo glared at him, "You have no brains. The melon was only as big as a fist when it was hung a few days ago. Can it come down now?"

Lu Zhizi smiled and said: "Uncle Daguo, this is really a melon from the village. You were busy going out to sea and didn't see it. The melons in the village are different every day. Maybe the soil on the shore of Longxiang Lake that has just dried up is fertile. This melon is delicious."

Ao Daguo widened his eyes and said: "Fuck, the melons in the village grow so fast. Is this Nezha, growing when he sees the wind?"

Ao Muyang thought that the growth of this watermelon had little to do with the fertility of the soil on the shore of the lake, but because of the magic of the lake water. There are also gold drops in the water of Longxiang Lake, although the content is very low.