In front of a big iron pot, Lu Wuyi sighed: "Brother-in-law, you are really a good village chief in China. For the development of the village, you are really life-long."

Ao Muyang glanced at him and said, "Where are you trying to kill? Am I going to make a few dishes? Go and help me soak dried bamboo shoots, and I will use them tomorrow."

"Boil, hair, dry bamboo shoots?" Lu Wuyi was confused. "Two questions, who are the first bamboo shoots? I understand both the second, soak and dry bamboo shoots, but what does hair mean?"

Ao Muyang said: "Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't act like a hooligan for a day? The key is what's the use of you playing a hooligan for me?"

Lu Wuyi said with a smile: "I am a hooligan to others and I am prone to call the police and be arrested."

"But I'm a man."

"I'm a hooligan to other men, what if they take it seriously?"

"roll!"

A box contains fresh bamboo shoots that have just been picked in the past two days, as well as some dried bamboo shoots. The fresh bamboo shoots are winter bamboo shoots and the dried bamboo shoots are spring bamboo shoots. The dried spring bamboo shoots that are soaked in place are even more delicious than fresh winter bamboo shoots.

Lu Wuyi didn't know how to soak the dried bamboo shoots at all, so Ao Muyang just asked him to wash them.

In spring, many families in the village collected bamboo shoots. In addition to eating fresh, the rest was cut into dried bamboo shoots.

Lao Ao probably won’t have any remaining spring bamboo shoots in the village next year. He has to contact some villages in the south that produce bamboo shoots and buy them directly from there to dry them. Let’s keep some of the bamboo shoots on the mountain.

While thinking, he put the washed dried bamboo shoots into the iron pot and started cooking: "Look at the time, it's two o'clock now, cook for half an hour and simmer for a while, then cut off the old roots and wash them a few more times."

After he gave Lu Wuyi instructions, he said to the two women who were washing rice next to him: "Aunt Yao, Aunt Nian, don't pour out the rice water, leave it to my brother-in-law."

A fat woman with a fat face and body asked curiously: "Village Chief, why keep rice washing water? Do you water the flowers?"

Lu Wuyi said listlessly: "No, don't throw away the water after washing the rice. Keep it wrapped in egg liquid, sprinkle breadcrumbs, and fry it with peanuts until golden. The whole family loves it..."

The two women were confused, and Ao Muyang explained: "Don't pay attention to him, you're crazy."

Some bamboo shoots are dry and easy to deal with. They are sent by some fishing houses themselves. Soak them in warm water for a day or two in advance. Cook them on high heat for a while.

There was a pot next to it stewed pork head and beef. The large iron pot was propped up on the flat ground, and the bottom was filled with dry firewood. The flames were licking the bottom of the pot. Soon, the aroma of the sauce would be heard.

He sniffed his nose and said, "Chef Tu, this smells good."

Tu Yishao, who was sent to control the field, smeared on his apron with his hand and said, "That's sure, village chief, I tell you, our cooking skills are not something you can do, Man Hongyang, you can't find a second one. So, can you give me a salary increase?"

Ao Muyang said: "Why do you need so much salary alone? Have you been gambled again?"

Tu Yishao waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not go to the casino anymore. At most, I bet on a pearl in the village. The main reason is that I used to owe all my debts to my brothers, but I haven't paid it back yet."

Lu Wuyi interrupted, "Uncle, you can't owe such debts casually. If you don't do it well, you will become anal fistula."

The dogs in the village surrounded the drying yard to help dispose of the garbage, chickens and ducks went into the water, pigs, cows and sheep bones, and soft fish bones. These things don’t need to be thrown into the trash can, and they will quickly disappear when thrown on the ground.

Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. As usual, the annual festival lasts from morning to evening, with a huge scale.

There are a lot of vegetables, fruits and meat delivered to the drying yard. When the village delivered New Year's goods in the morning, they took some people to buy them last year.

After some cleaning up, it was very late.

Ao Muyang was too lazy to go back to make dinner, so he cleaned up a little and took it back.

There are some packaging boxes in the drying yard, all belonging to some hotels in the county and city. Tourists packed food to eat. Later, they left the packaging boxes and bags at the fishing house, and were left by the villagers to pack things.

He used a hotel packaging box to pack some stewed beef that had just been out of the pot and went back. Zhu Zhu, Liu Mei and several children were playing at his house, and they kept playing until very late.

Seeing this, he left the teenagers to have dinner at home.

The teenagers looked at the packaging box and the hotel names on the packaging bags, and they all looked forward to it: "Uncle Xiaoyang, is it corrupt to go to the city again tonight?"

Ao Muyang said angrily: "What kind of corruption, eat honestly."

When they arrived at the dining table, several teenagers rushed to eat the dishes in the packaging box first. The food was cleaner than the dog licked. They praised while eating: "The food cooked in this hotel is delicious."

On the 30th day, Ao Muyang stopped going to the drying yard to command, and all the staff there were handed over to Tu Yishang. He rested at home in the morning and brought the generals, Langda and the two of them to their parents' graves in the afternoon.

After burning paper and incense, he lit firecrackers and knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times respectfully.

He arrived to visit the grave early, and the cemetery on the mountain was still relatively deserted, so he sat in front of his parents' grave for a while, combing the general and the wolf brothers' hair while talking to his parents for a while.

There were curling smoke rising in the village, and many smoke columns were thicker than in previous years. This was the fisherman's fun firing to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

Because there are many tourists and tourists bring their children to have the New Year’s Eve dinner, the atmosphere is much more lively than in previous years. Even if it is far away in the back mountain, he can hear the faint laughter and joy coming.

He sighed and said, "My mom and dad, the village has changed a lot now. Everyone doesn't have to go to sea or worry about making a living. The family has money, your son is even richer and has tens of millions of black money on him. So, if you know about it, don't worry about anything. I've lived a good life this time and have made the village prosperous..."

The general could experience his melancholy and sorrow, so he ran over and put his head on his shoulder, rubbing the little soft fur on his mouth to comfort him.

Lang Da also lay quietly beside him and put his head on his thigh. Only Lang Er continued to jump around. I don’t know who came to visit the grave early. Firecrackers sounded in the grave, and it whistled at Ao Muyang, and then Lao Ao felt a dizzy and darkness...

He sat on his parents' grave for a long time, and waited until the back mountain became messy before packing his things and walking down the mountain.

Standing on the mountainside, Ao Muyang looked down and saw the afterglow of the sunset shining on the whole village. The village in winter was colorful, black, white, red, yellow, blue and green, the color of the car paint and the color of the new clothes people changed into was so colorful.

Looking from a distance, a pier reaches into the sea, with fishing boats, large or small, anchored on both sides. The sound of firecrackers also sounds from the seaside, and the disturbing seabirds fly up and down.

Ao Muyang looked into the distance, and what he saw further south was the vast sea surface. In the evening, the wind was light and the waves were not visible in the distance. Then he saw a golden color slowly fading away, and finally connected with the fiery red sky.

Time is quiet and the Chinese New Year is coming.
Chapter completed!