Golden Fishing Village

After soaking in the sea for two or three hours, Ao Muyang returned to the boat from the water. There were many more yellow clams in the plastic bucket, which were large, bright in color, and had clear patterns.

He was ready to go home, so he waved his hand to call the Meng brothers to the side of the boat and lifted them up.

Wolves are really cold-resistant. The two furry wolf cubs soaked in the sea water for a long time and had no problem.

But they are still young after all, and they don’t know many basic skills. For example, they don’t know how to shake off the water droplets on their fur after leaving the sea.

Their fur was covered with water. When they left the sea and were blown by the cold wind, the two cubs shivered with cold. This was colder than being in the sea.

Subconsciously, they howled and wanted to dive into the sea.

Lu Zhizi stopped them, pulled the general over and said, "Come on, general, teach them how to shake off the water on their fur. Come on, shake it and show me."

The general tilted his head and looked at her in confusion. What was he doing?

Ao Muyang said with a smile: "Xiao Zi, you are an excellent teacher. You go teach Meng Tian and Meng Yi. The general is ignorant."

"I am indeed an excellent teacher." Lu Zhizi said, shaking the general's head and butt.

The general understood what she meant, shook his head and tail to shake off the remaining water drops on his fur.

Meng Tian and Meng Yi looked at it stupidly for a while, and suddenly realized it and shook it properly.

Lu Zhizi chuckled: "Yeah, so smart."

Ao Muyang thought they were both very stupid. The golden short-haired cub was born to shake its body to get rid of water, but this wolf cub actually needed to be taught. His IQ was simply amazing...

He got off the boat with a bucket of water. A tourist passed by him and saw the big fresh clams in it, so he asked with interest: "Village chief, do you sell these clams?"

Ao Muyang shook his head: "No, but if you like, I'll give you some."

The tourist was carrying a small plastic bucket with a small shovel and other things in it. It was probably for the children to dig mud and sand to play with.

Ao Muyang dug two handfuls of clams and put them in the plastic bucket, and the tourist immediately became happy.

There is a fishing house in the village that brews rice wine and sells it to tourists. Ao Muyang went to ask for a bowl of red dregs.

Red dregs are wine dregs, which are the product of brewing red yeast wine. At the final stage of brewing, the fermented wine is sieved, and the remaining residue is the wine dregs.

During the Chinese New Year, someone in the village gave him some old wine he brewed himself. Ao Muyang went back and cut some onions, ginger and garlic, mixed them with red yeast rice and old wine, and simply stir-fried the clams. This was a dish.

After the Chinese New Year, the weather started to warm up. After all, the spring equinox had passed in terms of the solar terms, and spring had arrived.

Ao Muyang pulled a chair in the yard, and in the afternoon, he enjoyed the sunshine while drinking tea and eating clams fried with red yeast rice. Lu Zhizi washed his hands and brought a book over. They each had a recliner, and in the middle was a pot of clams, which felt like a vacation.

Clams in late winter and early spring are delicious, with thick and juicy meat. They don’t have much fishy smell, and after being fried with old wine and red yeast rice, only the freshness remains.

Lu Zhizi slurped the clam soup and exclaimed: "Oh my god, it's so delicious."

Ao Muyang smiled and said: "Yes, eating clams is for its fresh taste. I'll grill one for you on an iron plate tonight. It's also delicious."

The Meng brothers tried hard to pull his legs to climb to his chest and looked at the basin.

Ao Muyang handed them a clam shell, and the two little wolves chewed it up like French fries.

Lu Zhizi was shocked and quickly pulled it out of their mouths: "You can't eat it. If you eat it, your intestines will be torn!"

The wolf cubs thought they had something good in their mouths. They tried hard to close their mouths and squinted at Lu Zhizi, making it clear that they would not spit it out.

Lu Zhizi was furious and slapped their little butts: "Why don't you have a bit of vision? Can't you see who is being nice to you?"

Ao Muyang laughed, which made Lu Zhizi even angrier: "What are you laughing at? Is this funny? Puppies and wolf cubs can't even eat chicken bones, it's easy to scratch the intestines."

"Is it that serious?" Ao Muyang changed to a wry smile, "The general ate clam shells when he was a child, and it was nothing."

Lu Zhizi said: "Can it be the same? The general has no problem eating a knife."

It was easy to get the two little things to open their mouths. Ao Muyang called Youfu over and gave it a clam shell. Youfu rolled his eyes at him: Are you fooling a fox?

It kicked the clam shell away with one claw, and a group of hens were very interested in it, and immediately ran over to peck at it.

Seeing that the godfather didn't eat clam shells, the Meng brothers finally realized that they were fooled, and quickly opened their mouths to spit it out.

At this time, Ao Wenchang knocked on the door and came in, holding a few printed papers to show Ao Muyang: "Longtou, this is the beach rotation plan that Daguoshu and I made. Can you take a look at it?"

The form was very formal. It divided the beach outside Longtou Village into three areas, A, B, and C. Area A was the green turtle protection area, Area B was the resort area, and Area C was the rotation area.

Area C was replanned and roughly divided into four areas, which were opened at intervals and classified to raise shellfish, small crabs and shrimps, creating different gimmicks to attract tourists' interest.

Ao Muyang nodded after reading it: "Very good, just do it according to this."

In the evening, he went online to see if there were any marine products suitable for beach farming. As a result, when he was browsing the news, he saw a message saying that the Yangtze River Fisheries Breeding Institute of the Chinese Academy of Fishery Sciences had completed the artificial domestication of catfish.

This puzzled him. He had heard of the catfish, which was a legendary species. Its identity in the history of freshwater fish was confusing. From a scientific point of view, there was no way to find its origin. It was only known that it was a fish in the deep water of the Yangtze River, with a fierce appearance and sharp teeth.

The catfish was produced in the Yangtze River. It is well known that the three fresh fish of the Yangtze River are pufferfish, shad and knife fish, but since ancient times, the Yangtze River catfish is more precious because it only lives in deep waters. Fishermen have to wait for it to occasionally swim to shallow waters before they have a chance to catch it.

It is said that the food master Su Dongpo accidentally got a catfish. His friend made soup for him to drink. He praised it highly and was inspired to write a poem "Playing with Fish" to illustrate the extraordinary deliciousness of the catfish.

Ao Muyang casually looked up the croaker, and the first thing he found was this poem: "The pink stonehead is still boneless, and the snow-white pufferfish does not treat people. Leave it to God and the river god, why not ask the water spirits."

There are many rumors about the croaker on the Internet, and the specific information about this fish is very different.

From this point, we can see the legendary color of the croaker. No wonder some people say that this fish is a kind of fish made up by the ancients, because there is too little specific information about it.

However, whether it is made up or not, the traceable information will first introduce its deliciousness and large size when mentioning the croaker. It is a rare freshwater fish that can grow large and delicious, and it is highly praised every time it appears.