Lu Hu called on the island and asked his subordinates to arrange a fresh-keeping cart to pick up barnacles, and at the same time contacted two chefs to prepare tonight's meal.

It just so happened that he got some venison recently, so he asked someone to send it to the village to reward Ao Muyang and the fishermen with venison tonight.

These venisons are the meat of sika deer. Ao Muyang was surprised after confirming it: "Brother, sika deer is a national protected animal."

Lu Hu waved his hand and smiled, "The wild ones are. I am a farmer. There is a construction corporation in the northwest. I work with antlers in it. They raise a lot of deer there, mainly to sell deer antler wine and deer blood wine. I made some wine from him, and at the same time he also brought me some meat to eat together tonight."

Even if the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching late autumn, the nights of the fishermen are indeed a bit cold now. It is the most comfortable to eat a stewed iron pot, and venison is very nourishing. This kind of stewed venison is a good dish in late autumn.

When they learned that there was venison to eat, the fishermen were extremely active. They went back to take a shower, and then came to the backyard of the small building to prepare for a big meal.

It was only half a month since the last meal I ate here, and the second meal began again, and the group was very happy.

What men in the village like most is to get together to drink big wine, and they are the happiest to brag while eating and drinking.

The two chefs Lu Hu found were both famous in Hongyang. They were ordinary farm iron pots and made with a scent. Ao Muyang was an expert and could tell at a glance that the heat was extraordinary.

So he walked over and said, "Brother, are you good at stewing iron pots?"

"Average." The chef smiled politely.

Ao Muyang then sent half a fan of sheep, two big geese and several sheep went into the water: "Come a stewed banquet tonight!"

The two chefs can no longer smile, they really don’t treat us as outsiders.

When the dishes were served and the wine was in the cup, Lu Wuyi became excited. He said, "Brother-in-law, the village has to make a DJ or something. It's boring to drink it. If there is a DJ to skr a few words, it will be exciting."

Ao Muyang said: "It's simple. There is a gong and drum team in the village. I'll get it for you? That's much more powerful than electronic music."

"Damn, that's fine."

After drinking a glass of wine, Lu Wuyi became excited again. He listened to the sound of the rock-scissors beside him and said, "My sister's poem is so good. Flowers are everywhere, wine is full of wine, and freedom is found in the thousands of acres of waves. This life is so beautiful!"

Ao Muyang said: "There are some beautiful lives in the village, which are better during the Chinese New Year, but you have to live until then to drink less. Have you forgotten the lesson from the last time?"

Lu Wuyi smiled slightly, he saw that no one around him noticed him, then came to him and opened his mouth...

"What are you doing?" Ao Muyang quickly pushed him away.

He said, "Show you something, look at my mouth, you're so awesome."

"I don't look at it, what's the good thing about old awesome?"

Lu Wuyi was choked by this and said, "What nonsense? I asked you to see the leaves in my mouth. This is the quenching leaf. I asked the old Chinese doctor Ao to ask for it. I also took the medicine for understanding wine today. Humph, let's see how I kill all the prescriptions tonight!"

Ao Muyang wondered, the old Chinese medicine doctor he mentioned was naturally Mr. Ao Zhisheng, but when did this old man have something like quenching wine?

The puzzle in his heart has not been solved yet, Lu Wuyi has been poured down...

"Okay, the anti-alcohol medicine is useless." He sighed and carried the brother-in-law into the house.

After he came back, Ao Mudong and his party stared at him with wide eyes: "What are you doing in the village chief?"

"Don't be so bad, I'll quit drinking tonight."

"Oh!" A disappointed sigh.

The weather is not good, and the meal is good everywhere. It is just that when I eat it at around 9 o'clock in the evening, it suddenly thunderstormed, and a cloud quickly covered the night sky above the fishing village.

Fortunately, it didn't rain until they finished their meal, and when they cleaned up the mess, raindrops fell down sparsely.

"The rain is quite abundant after autumn this year." Ao Daguo said, burping.

Ao Mudong said: "Hurry up and let it go, Da Da Guo uncle, in the past few years, the autumn rain kept coming in? Yes?"

"Yes, Dongzi, you're drunk, stop talking, hurry up and go home."

"I'm fine, why are you drunk? I know this clearly, you, Ao Daguo, my uncle, right?" Ao Mudong said, holding Ao Daguo's shoulder.

"Yes, you're not drunk, go, hurry up and go home."

"No, uncle of the country, I, Dongzi, have been calling you uncle for more than 30 years, right?"

"Yes, say less if you can..."

"Then can you call me uncle tonight? I've called you for thirty years. It's your turn to call me, right?"

"Are you right to draft? Get out of here! You have to be called for the rest of your life!"

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Ao Mudong broke out after being scolded: "You scold my mother? You dare to scold my mother? No one can scold my mother, I can't do it either! You are looking for death..."

Ao Muyang dragged Ao Mudong and said angrily: "Magobi, no one wants to drink at my house in the future. Why are you crazy about drinking?"

Ao Mudong cried: "Longtou, I respect you. I won't fight with you, but why do you scold me too?"

Ao Muyang was so angry that he had no temper, so he had to explain: "I'm not scolding you, I'm not targeting you, my words are directed at the whole village."

Ao Daguo had no choice but to call Ao Mudong's parents who had already fallen asleep.

Ao Mudong's violent temper didn't bother to wear a belt, so he went out with a belt. Ao Daguo hurriedly said, "Second uncle, there is no need to hurry up like this, you can wear a belt first."

“This is not for tied around the waist.”

The rain continued until noon. Lu Wuyi got up and looked out, muttering, "Oh, it's not dawn yet, I'm getting up too early."

Ao Muyang who was about to speak:┓((⊙﹏⊙))┏.

The autumn rain enveloped the fishing village. He stood on the roof and looked around. There was a thin sea fog floating on the sea area in front of the village, and there was also fog floating on the mountain behind.

The pale white mist floated past the mountain, and the grass and trees were cleaned clean, but they were no longer green. On the contrary, many bamboo leaves turned yellow, and the leaves of the willows, sycamore trees and locust trees on the mountain gradually fell.

A bleak feeling came to my heart.

When it was lunch time, he cooked a porridge with sicca venison. It was so cold that he could drink some porridge to warm up his body. This was something he specially stewed for Lu Zhizi.

After the fragrance of porridge spread, Lu Wuyi quietly got up and came to the restaurant quietly.

Lang Er, who was bored, was lying on the ground and gnawing his claws, suddenly turned around and jumped up and screamed. Ao Muyang was also startled and was startled: "Meng Yi, are you hell?"

At this time, Lu Wuyi was indeed like a ghost. Ao Muyang asked, "Why are you looking gloomy? You look resentful?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is a liar, and everything is a liar, and he has nowhere to vent his anger, so he can only chat. "I will never believe in traditional Chinese medicine again, so I shouldn't believe in these things. Made, I'll drink some milk before drinking next time, I want to believe in science."
Chapter completed!