Golden Fishing Village

‘Bah bang bang! ’ ‘Bang bang bang! ’

"Brother Woriztie, please spare your life. Stop fighting. Stop fighting. Help!"

"Brother Tie, you have a lot of them, just treat Brother Guang like a fart!"

"Brother Tie can't fight or kill another person!"

"Brother Tie, think about what life has been like for you these days in the village. You eat leftovers, sleep on the cement floor, and the brothers in the county don't come to fish you out. You still have to worry about being hung into the well. , Damn it, just think about it!" Ao Muyang persuaded Tietou along with the people on the boat.

Tietou was just pretending to beat up this fisherman named Liu Guang. At first, he just wanted to show Ao Muyang his power so that he could be let go quickly.

But after hearing these words and thinking about the grievances he had suffered these days, as well as the humiliation brought to him by Brother Cat and other so-called ‘brothers’, the suppressed anger and resentment in his heart burst out!

Other than that, it's okay to say that he has been in trouble before. His life in prison was even worse, but he brought it upon himself. He was mentally prepared for this when he was on the road.

This time it was different. This time he was here to help Brother Cat to support the show - no, bullshit Brother Cat, Cui Demao couldn't bear to call him "brother"!

The brothers usually yelled loudly at the wine table with loyalty. If something happened to me, it was because they were trying to help him. Each of these people turned into cowards, and no one came to help me!

Tietou was angry and aggrieved. When these emotions exploded, he couldn't stop them.

"Draft, grandson, you still dare to hide!" "Keep squatting and numb you!" "Why are you so numb? Draft, believe it or not, go back to the county town and I will find someone to fuck your whole family?!" "Why are you dragging me along? Are you drafting me? You deserve a beating! Come over here and kneel down!"

Ao Muyang leaned on the side of the ship and watched the excitement. When he felt that it was about to happen, he said to the three people who had not been beaten: "What are you looking at? Stop the ship quickly, and dump all the contents in these boxes into the sea."

"Huh?" Someone was reluctant.

Ao Muyang suddenly darkened his face: "What's wrong? I have to let Brother Tie beat you up before I'm willing to do it?"

Looking at Tietou who was still furiously beating people and the two people who were beaten to a bloody head, the remaining three people remained silent and quickly went to carry out Ao Muyang's arrangements.

Ao Muyang was afraid that the ship would continue to mess up after he left, so he quietly went to the bottom cabin, removed the back cover of the engine of the sand pump, and then tore the wiring inside into a mess.

In this way, the ship can operate as usual, but the sand pump cannot be used for a short period of time.

With his goal accomplished, he took the diving suit into the water, waved his hands and said, "Goodbye, brother Tie. If you are interested, you can come to our village again when you are free."

Tietou, who was covered in sweat, stopped his hand. Hearing this, he trembled in his heart. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Goodbye, little brother. You can go to the county town to play when you have time in the future. I won't come."

The last time he was hung in a well, he pulled out his crotch. If he was hung again, he could even pull out his large intestine!

After Ao Muyang got on the boat, Ao Fugui, who had been paying attention to the sand pumping boat, brought people over on a raft.

So he got off the boat and onto the raft, and they returned together.

Ao Mupeng said with a smile: "Brother Yang is still awesome. Damn, what the hell did the village chief do just now? The whole village was sprayed with mud and water, and he was the only one who ran fast!"

"Here's the village chief. Tell him to get out during the election. Mr. Mader was deceived just now!"

Ao Muyang returned to the beach, and the sand boat swayed away. The villagers treated him like a triumphant hero.

Ao Zhiyi looked aggrieved and didn't care about catching up with the sea. He just left with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face.

Ao Qianxin noticed this scene, rolled his eyes, and followed him quietly.

Catch the sea from morning to evening, the sea water rises again, and the low tide is over.

Lu Zhizi felt sore in her waist and back after toiling on the beach all day. Ao Muyang stretched out his arm to her, and she helped him up with peace of mind: "Let's go, help me back to the palace."

"Hey, what will 'I' do tonight?"

"What kind of 'my palace' are you? What else is called the whole thing? Can you use more elegant words? For example..."

"For example, what are you going to do tonight?"

"You'll be happy if you make me mad."

"You don't dare, you are 'my palace', and the murder of 'the palace' is to kill the nine tribes, right? Haha." Ao Muyang finally won the quarrel, and was very happy.

After returning home, he started to get busy, first soaking a handful of vermicelli in warm water, and then cleaning the clams and razor clams.

Lu Zhizi pinched his leg and asked, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

Ao Muyang said: "Seeing that your massage skills are good, why don't you give me a squeeze on my shoulders?"

"I'll crush you to death."

Ao Muyang smiled, "Then peel the garlic and make a dish of garlic vermicelli razor clams tonight. It tastes very good."

After soaking the vermicelli, cleaning the clams, razor clams and crabs that Ao Qianlai divided among himself, he rubbed his hands and started cooking.

Clams are usually stir-fried, but he decided to change the method tonight and bake the clams.

This dish is delicious and simple. Just find an iron plate and put the clams on it. Then he raises the oven and puts the iron plate on it to bake naturally.

Making razor clams with garlic vermicelli is not difficult. First, put the razor clams in boiling water and steam them in the pot with the vermicelli.

A few minutes later, Ao Muyang opened the pot and took out the plate. He added light soy sauce, chopped green onion and chopped ginger and steamed it again. Then he opened the oil pan and added chopped garlic and started to stir-fry.

Fry the minced garlic in peanut oil until the aroma becomes fragrant. He turns off the stove, takes out a plate, pours the minced garlic and oil into the razor clams, and the dish is ready.

The remaining dish was to prepare the crab. He put the crab on the panel, cut off the crab legs, removed the crab claws, and then removed the hair from the crab claws. He cut the whole crab in half, cut one half into two, and one crab became four pieces.

Lu Zhizi asked: "What are you doing? Are you not steaming this crab?"

Ao Muyang shook his head: "This is a native crab. It can't be steamed. There is not much meat. I will make you a spicy shrimp. It has a strong freshness and is suitable for heavy ingredients."

As he said, he put the chopped crab pieces into a bowl, sprinkled salt, pepper, and dried chili pieces into it, mixed them well, and sprinkled flour on it to continue mixing.

After temporarily marinating the crab, Ao Muyang shook his hands and began to prepare the ingredients. He washed a section of scallion and chopped it, took a piece of ginger and cut it into shreds, smashed the garlic with a kitchen knife, and then cut the coriander into sections.

The next step is to stir-fry. Put the crab into the pan and spread it out. When the crab turns red and yellow, he shook his hands and poured the scallion, ginger, and garlic and stir-fried vigorously.

Suddenly, as his wrist shook, the wok jumped up and down rhythmically, and the crab pieces, onions, ginger, garlic, and dried chilies inside jumped and quickly mixed evenly.

Lu Zhizi applauded: "Wow, you are really good at flipping the wok."

"I have practiced this." Ao Muyang smiled and put down the wok, quickly added cooking wine, sugar, and balsamic vinegar, and finally sprinkled coriander segments before serving.

There were only two of them at home, and three dishes were more than enough to match the small cold dishes he had prepared before.

Lu Zhizi brought the plate to the table. The general saw that there was no one, so he also rubbed the edge of the table, tried to raise his head and lean his nose against the edge of the table to smoke hard.

Ao Muyang indicated that he should eat the roasted clams first, because this thing is not delicious when it is cold.

The clams were roasted and opened their mouths, revealing the white and tender meat inside. He picked a piece in his mouth, chewed with his teeth, and a stream of delicious meat splashed out, and the taste buds on his tongue were so fresh that they were numb.

The delicious taste of the grilled clams was still lingering between his lips and teeth. He ate another clam. The strong garlic aroma, smooth and soft vermicelli and the plump clams made him very satisfied.

Lu Zhizi was even more happy eating, with a clam in his left hand and a crab in his right hand: "Hmm, good!"