Golden Fishing Village

The general ran in front. The thin male dog twisted his waist in an enchanting way and trotted straight to the door of the house.

As a result, it arrived at the door and was waiting to enter, but found that its owner had not stopped and was still walking eastward.

Seeing this, it blinked in confusion and followed without hesitation.

Ao Xiaoniu's home is at the east end of the village, which belongs to the position of the land king of the village, because it is said that the Dragon King spit out fairy water and formed Ambergris Lake in the east of the village.

When Ao Muzhi got married, his daughter-in-law, Song Qiumin, was easy to talk to and did not ask him to buy a house or a car in the city. The village committee chose a homestead at the east end of the village for him to build a new house.

This house was grand at the time, with six large tile-roofed houses that were spacious and bright. However, it is not popular now. The orphans and widows cannot afford such a big house, so it seems a bit desolate.

He knocked on the door, and a weak and hoarse voice sounded in the room: "Who is it? Ahem, the door is open, come in."

Ao Muyang opened the door and saw a thin woman holding a handful of rapeseed and turning her head to look at her. Her complexion was sallow, her lips were white, there was no flesh on her cheeks, and her eyes and forehead were full of wrinkles. She looked to be in her forties. look.

But Ao Muyang knew that Qiu Min's sister-in-law was only in her early thirties. Although she was sick when she was first married, she was the most beautiful girl in the seven villages and eight villages. Extremely envious.

As a result, in just a few years, the pretty girl turned into an old village woman.

This cannot be said to be true since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals and are not allowed to grow old. Ao Muyang understands that Qiu Min's sister-in-law has ended up in this situation because there is no man in charge of the family, and she has been tortured by hard times!

The yard was paved with smooth cement and kept clean. There were some salted fish drying under the window sill, some chickens in the toilet, and some tattered fishing nets piled up in the corner of the yard that I couldn't bear to throw away.

Some windows were damaged, but instead of replacing them with new glass, a piece of plastic sheeting was nailed over. The happy couplets on the doors and windows are grayish white. They don't look like they were posted during the Spring Festival last year, but rather like they have been posted for several years.

After seeing him, Sister-in-law Qiu Min frowned in confusion: "Who are you? Hey, Yangzi?"

Ao Muyang said: "Yes, sister-in-law, it's me."

The general squeezed his head out from behind him. A strand of long white hair on top of his head was fluttering in the wind. It shook its head, looking like a coquettish killer.

After listening to his words, she looked at the general again. Sister-in-law Qiu Min suddenly showed a surprised expression and said: "Ah, Yangzi is back? I heard someone said that you are going to the capital? Ahem, come in, come in."

After entering the house, the embarrassment of the family was more clearly displayed in front of him.

The outside of the house was bright, but inside it was almost bare. The only appliances were lights and flashlights, and the only furniture was a bed and a dining table. It was empty and smelled strongly of medicine.

Sister-in-law Qiu Min brought him a stool, coughed and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law's house is a bit messy because it's not tidied up, and it still smells like medicine. Don't worry about it."

Ao Muyang looked at the kitchen next to him. There were two bowls of cold rice on the stove and small fish stewed in the pot. There is fish soup for the small miscellaneous fish, and there are only a few bits of oil starch in the fish soup. Obviously, this is the mother-in-law's dinner.

He didn't sit down after taking the stool and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to come over and take a look first. Just wait for me. I have something to do and I'll come back later."

After saying that, before Song Qiumin could react, he led the general out the door.

Song Qiumin looked at his retreating figure and smiled, her face full of bitterness and helplessness.

Rich people have distant relatives in the mountains, while poor people have no one to touch in the busy city.

After leaving the house, Ao Muyang went directly to the fisherman's house of Ao Mufeng's house. At this time, Ao Mufeng was packing up the large cobia that he had received. When he saw Ao Muyang, he smiled and said, "What's up, what's wrong with Yangzi?"

Ao Muyang said: "Do you have your own old hens? Don't give me feed to raise them. I want free-range chickens. Also, prepare a plate for me with sliced ​​cobia."

Ao Mufeng said with a smile: "You are not asking too little, and you can get free-range chicken for thirty yuan per pound. I will feed the big ones with small fish and shrimps. The nutritional value..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get me a big one."

The free-range chickens in the fishing village grew up eating fish and shrimp. Thirty yuan a pound is not expensive at all but very cheap. The small fish, shrimp, conches and seashells they eat in a year alone cost hundreds of yuan.

Ao Mufeng brought an old hen to show to him. Ao Muyang nodded and handed over the money. He then went home carrying the old hen and a plate of cobia meat.

Next came the killing of the chicken, which was very simple for him, bleeding, removing the feathers and removing the internal organs.

He opened the pot and stewed the chicken pieces in, and put things like chicken livers and heads into the pressure cooker.

The pot started to foam. He poured out the water and washed the chicken pieces repeatedly. He tore off the chicken skin and threw it into the pressure cooker. He then rubbed the chicken pieces with cooking wine and ginger powder.

After rubbing it, he opened the pressure cooker, and there was a fragrant smell of chicken soup inside.

Keep the soup inside, the chicken skin, chicken head, chicken tail and internal organs belong to the general.

Suddenly, the general's thick tail started wagging happily again.

He added water to the remaining soup, mixed it with chicken pieces, ginger pieces, wolfberry and red dates, and simmered it over high heat. Soon, the richer aroma of chicken soup filled the entire courtyard.

Ao Fugui smelled the aroma of chicken soup, threw away his chopsticks and ran over: "What makes Wori so fragrant?"

Ao Muyang said: "I made some chicken soup for sister-in-law Qiu Min."

Ao Fugui swallowed his saliva and said, "Can you share a chicken head with me?"

Ao Muyang pointed at the general and said, "The chicken head, tail, and liver are all in its mouth."

The general licked his mouth with satisfaction, and it burped, smelling of chicken soup!

While the chicken soup was simmering over high heat, he sliced ​​the cobia meat and paired it with hoisin sauce made from crayfish heads and a small bowl of horseradish sauce, which was clear and black.

The pressure cooker made a humming sound, and white steam gushed out. The fragrance made Ao Fugui's eyes go straight.

When the sun set, Ao Muyang sniffed, then turned off the fire, holding the pressure cooker in his left hand and the cobia plate in his right hand and walked out the door.

Someone came out to enjoy the cool air after dinner, and when he met him, he sniffed and asked, "Hey, Yangzi, what are you stewing? Why is it so fragrant?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "I stewed a chicken. I'll send a bowl to uncle next time I stew it."

He greeted him all the way, and the fragrance floated all the way. It happened that his home was at the west end of the village, and Ao Muzhi's home was at the east end of the village. The aroma of chicken soup almost penetrated the entire village.

This is the power of free-range chickens in fishermen's homes. It is purely ecologically raised. It takes at least one year for a chicken to be slaughtered from chicks to market, and it takes two or three years for some. They eat fish, shrimp, crabs and shellfish, and drink mountain spring water. The meat is so plump!

He knocked again, and soon the door opened, and a dark face poked out: "Who is it? Oh, Brother Yang, why are you here?"

This was naturally Ao Xiaoniu, whom he had just met in the afternoon. He smiled and said, "You must be here for something. Have you eaten? And you have to call me Uncle Yang. Why do you call me Brother Yang? There is a generation difference!"

This was also the reason why he didn't recognize Ao Xiaoniu in the afternoon. The young man called him Brother Yang, and he didn't think of the boy of the next generation.

Ao Xiaoniu laughed and said, "Don't you all call me brother now? Brother Fugui taught me. He said that calling me uncle makes me look old."

Ao Muyang glared angrily: "He teaches nonsense, don't learn from him. Let's go in and eat. Uncle brought chicken soup for you and your mother."