Golden Fishing Village

Ao Muyang looked up at Lang Er and then at Lang Da: "You, come here!"

Langda still pretended not to hear, and Lao Ao walked over with a gloomy face. Suddenly, a wailing sound came from the wall: "Ooooooooo."

Wolf Er lay on the wall and started wailing, as if he was sad.

Ao Muyang didn't know what it was doing. He continued to walk back with a gloomy face, pointed at it and said, "Get down here!"

Wolf Er continued to shiver and cry to the sky.

Lao Ao stared at it for a while and wondered, is this idiot afraid of heights?

He felt that this was wrong, because he had taken Lang Er to Dalong Mountain many times, and he had never seen this guy afraid of heights. Moreover, when he was driving back just now, he saw Lang Er poking his head from the wall and preparing to jump off. He must have been afraid of heights. Not afraid of heights.

He thought about it for a while and thought that Lang Er must be up to something.

Sure enough, when he looked back, he found that Lang Da was missing. He must have run into the living room and hid while he was attracted by Lang Er.

Ao Muyang gave Lang Er a vicious look. Lang Er felt the murderous intent in his eyes and finally put his mouth on the wall and stopped screaming.

At this moment, Lao Ao felt like a murderous aura was coming to him, and he stepped on it to give him a lesson.

But then he had a better idea.

He moved the ladder over, stepped on it and carried some ropes up the wall.

The walls around the yard were simple in style, with hollows at the top. Then he put the rope through these hollows and tied up Wolf Er tightly.

When Wolf Er realized that the situation was not good, it was already too late. Lao Ao removed the ladder, leaving Wolf Er tied to the wall like a rice dumpling.

"Aow, ow!" The wolf howled again, this time it was really sad and desperate.

Ao Muyang returned to the house happily. He originally wanted to prepare dinner, but soon there was another noise outside the door. "Village chief, open the door. I want to learn boxing from you."

"I am the leader, please teach me how to box."

"Director Ao, I can give you money. I am a martial arts enthusiast and I want to become your teacher."

This is a lingering ghost. Ao Muyang reluctantly went out and opened the door and said, "What do you want to learn from me? I don't know any martial arts at all. I just fight blindly."

"Can you teach me Qigong?" A villager asked, "You learned Qigong from an old Taoist priest when you were in the capital, right?"

Ao Muyang laughed and said, "Where did this gossip come from?"

"Fugui said it. He said you told him personally."

Ao Muyang was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to realize that he had indeed told Ao Fugui about this.

That was a long time ago. When he returned to the village for the first time, he took Ao Fugui's iron boat and fell into the sea because of a collision with Wang Dongliang's fishing boat. As a result, he was not only fine but also tormented Wang Dongliang. Ao Fugui asked himself what to do. When he arrived, he casually found an excuse and said that he had learned Qigong from an old Taoist priest...

He patted his forehead and sighed: "I was just joking. Let's all disperse. Everyone has dispersed. How can I, a preparatory party member, know qigong? How can I believe in this stuff?"

After his dissuasion, the group left in disappointment.

In the end, there were two people left here, and Ao Muyang said helplessly: "What are you doing if you don't leave?"

One person raised his finger and pointed at Wolf Er on the wall and said, "You torture a dog."

Ao Muyang said: "Don't blame me. My family is a wolf, not a dog. Dog fans should get out of here."

"Then you torture the wolf."

"Of course not, I'm just playing a bondage game with it."

"Tie-up game? On the wall?"

"This is called a high-altitude bondage game, which is more exciting."

"You rural people are really good at playing."

After much persuasion, Ao Muyang drove everyone away. He didn't rest for a long time when Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly came again.

Jiang Xiaoyu opened the door and said with a smile: "Hey, village chief, what did Meng Yi do wrong again to end up being tied to the wall by you?"

When Lang Er heard someone mention his name, he lay on the wall and howled, which was aggrieved.

Ao Muyang snorted coldly: "Teach it a lesson, sister-in-law, why did you come to me? Is it to learn boxing from me?"

Jiang Xiaoyu asked strangely: "Learning boxing from you? What kind of boxing should I learn?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said: "Just kidding, what do you want from me?"

Jiang Xiaoyu said: "Oh, that's it. It seems that July is over now, but God doesn't rain. The drought in the village can't stand it anymore. Every day, villagers come to the office to look for me to find a way. I can't do anything, so someone comes up with an idea. , said how about we ask the Dragon King for rain."

Ao Muyang laughed and said, "What's the idea? You're just messing around, and you're just looking for me for this? Hey, it's such a hot day, why don't you just give me a call?"

Jiang Xiaoyu snorted and said, "I also wanted to call you, but I couldn't get through."

Ao Muyang picked up the phone and looked at it. There were indeed two missed calls, both from Jiang Xiaoyu. He checked the time and found that he was negotiating with the person who wanted to become a disciple outside. No wonder he didn't hear the phone ringing.

Putting down his mobile phone, he sat on the bamboo chair and said: "Now is a new society. We don't have the superstitions of the old society. As a probationary party member, I am in the assessment period. If the village holds a dragon king to pray for rain, what will it look like? ?”

Jiang Xiaoyu slapped her thigh and said, "Village chief, why are you so stubborn? It is indeed a new society now, but praying for rain is not necessarily superstitious, it is also a traditional activity."

When she said this, Ao Muyang understood.

He patted his forehead and said, "Hey, I forgot about this. Now the town is trying to revive the tradition of fishermen. Let's hold a rain-praying activity in the village. This can be regarded as responding to the call of the town government, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Xiaoyu nodded.

Ao Muyang stood up and walked around twice. He said thoughtfully, "No matter what, we have to give an explanation to the villagers, so let's do it!"

Praying to the Dragon King for rain is an activity that ancient fishermen did when they encountered severe droughts. Anyone with a little knowledge knows that it is useless.

But as Ao Muyang said, he doesn't care whether it is useful or not, as long as he can give an explanation to the village.

In addition, like the "sea sacrifice" activity, "praying for rain" is also a unique traditional folk culture expression form of fishermen. It is very appropriate to appear at this time, and there is no need to worry about being gossiped.

The news of opening the Dragon King for rain-praying activity quickly spread throughout the village. Ao Muyang contacted the town. As he expected, the town government was very interested, and Lv Zhichao promised to support them.

However, Lv Zhichao reminded him that this activity should not cost too much money, and it should be just for the sake of appearance. It only needs to be lively and impressive, and not as grand as the sea sacrifice.

This made it difficult for Lao Ao. He really wanted to make a show to deal with the villagers, but Lv Zhichao actually wanted it to be lively and impressive. He really thought too much.

The news of praying for rain was not only spread in the village, but also spread to other villages. Before dinner, Yang Shuyong called him and asked him to go over for dinner, saying that there was delicious food.

Ao Muyang was not stupid. This guy would not come to the temple for no reason. If he, a stingy man, could invite him to dinner, he must have something to ask for. Now he had such a matter of praying for rain, so Yang Shuyong's intention of inviting him to dinner was self-evident.