Golden Fishing Village

After building the mud wall, Yang Shuyong led the men to carry seawater with poles and wooden barrels, while the women put a layer of water grass on the distillation surface, and then scooped seawater to pour on the distillation surface, which is called "Sha distillation".

Later, brine will be made. Yang Shuyong will introduce it to tourists. Ao Muyang followed and listened. It was interesting at first, but later he felt bored and sat on the ground watching the general urinate around the pond.

The dogs in Wangjia Village regarded it as a great shame. They howled like wolves and wanted to go up and kill the general. However, several of them were killed by the general. They were so scared that they dared not go forward and could only howl behind to relieve their anger.

Meng Yi became excited after hearing this cry. He raised his head and roared. The sound was high-pitched and penetrating: "Ao woo woo!"

While howling, he glanced at the dogs sideways, and the wolf's face was full of disdain: weak chicken, scum, brother, listen carefully, this is the wolf's howl.

The dogs had not intended to really howl like wolves, but now that they heard the authentic howl of wolves, they were so scared that they didn't care about their territory and ran away with their tails between their legs.

The tourists were not afraid at all after hearing the howl of wolves. They pointed and said, "This Husky looks a bit non-mainstream." "Why is a Husky pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?" "Husky, bark again."

The dogs ran away, and Meng Yi stopped barking. He saw people preparing brine and thought it was a good thing, so he secretly went up and licked it.

Then, tragedy happened. Meng Yi kept scratching his head with his tongue hanging down, just like Sun Wukong who was cursed by Tang Monk.

Now, the tourists were even less afraid, because this was a real Husky with a very pure bloodline.

The saltiness of brine needs to be measured. Modern salt meters are available, but Yang Shuyong used the traditional method, which is to use eggs first and then the bamboo tube for filtering brine.

Insert the bamboo brine filter into the brine, and put an egg in it. The egg sinks to form a light brine, and floats to form a salty brine. The salty brine should be stored in a brine barrel for drying. Pour the light brine on the salt board so that it can absorb the salt overnight and increase the saltiness.

After that, it has to be exposed to the wind and sun for several days, and then the mud residue is picked to dry the salt. It requires a series of complicated processes before the salt can be produced.

Yang Shuyong worked all day, and when he rested in the evening, he was a little exhausted.

Ao Muyang handed him a pot of herbal tea. This man is really tough. He shouted slogans and led the team all day. He did whatever work was tiring. With his burly physique, he was like a giant fighting against the sky and the earth.

"Is the work of drying salt so complicated?" he asked.

Yang Shuyong opened his mouth and poured half of the pot of herbal tea into it. After drinking it, he wiped his mouth, and then opened his mouth and vomited.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang was furious and snatched the teapot away and said, "Is there urine in my teapot?"

Yang Shuyong said helplessly, "No, I just wiped my mouth and forgot that there was brine on the back of my hand. It was salty. It was bitter and salty. Give me some water to rinse my mouth."

Ao Muyang calmed down his anger.

After rinsing his mouth, he showed helplessness again and said, "Yes, salt drying is not easy. It is a life-threatening hard work. My grandfather said that in the old society, only people who couldn't eat did this business."

The process of making brine is open-air operation, which is very time-sensitive. If you are a little slack, you will often lose all your previous efforts. Salt drying is always in a race against time and super-intensive physical labor, just like fighting a war.

In order to sell his pity, Yang Shuyong also read a doggerel to Ao Muyang: "Salt burners are lowly, picking and picking, picking and picking. The snail head is open, there is sky but no sun."

Ao Muyang smiled slightly: "I don't understand what you are saying, work hard, goodbye."

He knew that if Yang Shuyong stayed, he would cry poor and miserable, and he would definitely ask him to cooperate with him to promote this project, so he would not ask for trouble here.

Yang Shuyong waved from behind: "Hey, hey, hey, Ao Longtou, why are you walking so fast? I'm not borrowing money from you, don't leave, I have something to tell you, hey, hey, something."

Ao Muyang walked faster, almost running away.

"I'll treat you to a meal, I'll treat you to a meal today!"

"Sorry, my wife is waiting for me to cook at home, I have to go back, remember this meal first, treat me later."

"Okay, then treat me to a meal."

Yang Shuyong is really a man, he keeps his word, he went home to take a shower and change clothes, and really rode a 28-inch bicycle to Ao Muyang's house for a meal.

As soon as he opened the door, a young woman in a long red dress turned her head to look at him. The young woman had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but she was imposing. When she glanced at him, Yang Shuyong immediately shrank his neck.

"Well, I'm here to find Ao Muyang." He said weakly.

The young woman smiled slightly and didn't say anything, just pointed inside. This smile was very charming, but Yang Shuyong didn't dare to think too much. The young woman's temperament was too sharp, like a knife wrapped in red silk.

This is the boss of the blue boatman, Yan Qingcheng!

Zhu Zhu and Liu Mei had summer vacation, and then they pestered Yan Qingcheng to come to the village for vacation. It happened that Yan Qingcheng had been busy for half a year and wanted to take a break, so he brought them to the village today.

Ao Muyang was not at home for a day, and Yan Qingcheng didn't go to find him. Zhu Zhu and Liu Mei were familiar with the village and had already found someone to play with. She stayed in the yard quietly watching chickens and ducks pecking and listening to birds and insects chirping, which was quite comfortable.

Yang Shuyong knew Yan Qingcheng. After entering the house, he whispered to Ao Muyang: "Why is this lady here?"

Ao Muyang said: "Come to my house to play, come often, I can accompany you tonight, you are happy."

Yang Shuyong pinched his crotch and said: "No, no, luckily I brought something with me, otherwise I wouldn't dare to eat this meal."

He took out a plastic bottle from his cloth bag, which contained a bottle of Cicada Monkey.

These were all the fruits of his son's hard work at night. Every day, he would pickle the Cicada Monkey in the pickle jar with salt water, pickle it at night and fry it in the morning.

Yang Shuyong deducted the money. There were many mountains and trees in the fishing village. If the child was serious, he could touch thirty or forty of them in one night. He deducted half of them. After a few days of deducting, he had a bottle. Today, he came to eat for free, so he took it with him.

Seeing this bottle of Cicada Monkey, Ao Muyang felt comfortable. It was not easy to get something from Yang Shuyong, who was stingy!

He fried the Cicada Monkey and paired it with cumin, sesame salt and pepper salt. He ate whatever he liked.

Zhu Zhu came back very late after playing. Ao Muyang saw her come in by herself and asked, "Where is the sixth sister?"

The little girl pointed upstairs and said, "Go to bed. The sixth sister likes to go to bed early recently."

Ao Muyang said, "Too early to sleep? Not eating dinner?"

The little girl said, "No, she is full, and so am I. Today we played with Brother Xiaoniu and the others. Brother Xiaoniu caught a rabbit, and the sixth sister roasted it and ate it. It was delicious."

Seeing the fried cicada monkey on the plate, she said, "Oh, and this climbing monkey, Xiaomi brought it from home. There is a child in Wangjia Village who plays with us. He said that his family also has a lot of this, but his father has hidden them all."

Ao Muyang asked subconsciously, "Is that child called Yang Shizi?"

Zhu Zhu nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, this name is very interesting, his father is really good at naming."

Yang Shuyong touched his nose silently, and Ao Muyang touched him with his elbow and smiled, "You are really good at pitting your son."