There are too many families in the village who dry fish and croakers, and almost every household has dried fish and croakers, so it is not easy to find the owner.

The head of state, with his wife and children, didn't know whose family they had stolen. If Mr. Guang was sure that he had stolen, he had to have fifty or sixty, and he didn't know how long it took him to stolen the results.

Ao Muyang twisted the head of state's fat ear and asked where it came from. The head of state meowed and ran away...

There was no choice but to ask from house to house. The neighbors around him shook their heads and said that they did not lose fish and croakers at home, mainly because they had too many suns. It was impossible to notice that a few or more were thrown into a few or more. If the head of state did not steal it from a family, then this would become a unsolved case.

After asking more than a dozen families, he couldn't find the answer. Lao Ao was too lazy to find it, so he could only say to his neighbors and asked them to meet the villagers and ask who lost the fish and go to his house to get it.

The villagers didn't care and said directly: "That's all things that are sunk from mackerels. They are not worth it. Village chief, please keep them. This thing was originally for feeding cats."

When Ao Muyang returned home, looking at his shady posture, the head of state immediately crawled into Lu Zhizi's arms.

Lu Zhizi dragged it out, and the head of state changed to drill into her skirt.

Ao Muyang helped to drag it out, dragging it onto the bed, and the matter was over.

In the next few days, he brought the head of state wherever he went, and [m.] finally caught it.

As the saying goes, children, don’t be greedy. Laba is the New Year, and before you know it, it’s another Spring Festival.

During the fishing ban period, he had nothing to do, so he found a construction team to repair the ancestral temple. Now it is safe and it seems like that. This year, a group of people in the village can kneel down to worship their ancestors, so there is no need to worry about being squeezed into collapse.

When it comes to the New Year, the village is busy celebrating the New Year and entertaining tourists. Compared to the time before, there are more tourists. Some tourists come to the fishing village for the New Year, and they come over on the 26th and 7th day of the 12th lunar month.

Many families in the village started steaming big buns in the yard, and there was a steaming hot day and night. After the fishy smell spread throughout the village due to the widespread drying of fish, the whole village is now filled with the smell of wheat.

Close to Nian, Yang Shuyong came to find Ao Muyang, and Ao Muyang was very convinced: "How do you know that my dinner at home is late today? It's just right. I just prepared the dishes."

Yang Shuyong said helplessly: "You are trying to be guilty of your crime. How can I know when you will cook? I originally ordered this and your family should have finished eating. How can you eat late today? Just add a pair of chopsticks."

Ao Muyang rolled his eyes and said, "Don't come here. Who is not busy at the age of Niangen? Who is the meal time must not be later than usual?"

Yang Shuyong took the initiative to take a cup in front of him, and then signaled him to take out a bamboo tube of wine with his eyes.

The base wine used in Ao Muyang's bamboo tube wine is either Maotai or Wuliangye, and the second time it is Fenjiu aged, which is all good wine. Yang Shuyong likes to come to his house to drink the most.

After taking a sip of wine and having a fucking addiction, he asked, "You are not going to sea anymore, why are you busy at home?"

Ao Muyang said, "Isn't this bringing people to clean the ancestral hall? I just cleaned up the ancestral hall. What are you doing?"

Yang Shuyong grinned and said, "What did you think I'm here to do? Guess, you can guess."

Ao Muyang said, "You come and have a special meal."

Yang Shuyong said with a look of her sleeve: "**, who is still missing a meal now? Oh, stir-fried bacon garlic sprouts? Teacher Lu, sit down, you don't have to clean up. These dishes are enough. This bacon is good. Did you slaughter the fragrant pig?"

Ao Muyang groaned and said, "What the hell are you here?"

After being mentioned repeatedly by him, Yang Shuyong sighed: "I really have something to do with you, and I have no appetite when talking about this."

Ao Muyang's eyes turned up and down with his chopsticks, and he was almost dazzled: Just the speed and frequency of picking up food, do you feel embarrassed to say that you have no appetite?

However, Yang Shuyong did find it for a troublesome thing, that is, the ancestor worship in Wangjia Village.

He was planning to change Wangjia Village to the original name of Qixun Village. The name change has been officially registered and decided. What he needs to do now is to change the ideas of the villagers. The other six surnames are naturally willing, but the Wang family members in the first team refused.

Ao Muyang remembered that when he took the lead in worshiping the Dragon King for rain, he asked Yang Shuyong for help. At that time, Yang Shuyong's request was to ask him to help when worshiping ancestors at the end of the year. However, this happened several months ago and he almost forgot.

Yang Shuyong did not forget that this time he came to him to help after encountering trouble.

After hearing Yang Shuyong's words, Ao Muyang said, "If Wangjia Village is not happy, then he is not happy. You, Old Yang, are you a tyrant, just use tough and iron-blooded means to promote it. What can they do?"

"What can I do? A few older Wang family members who are old and immortal, said that I dared to force this, so I was killed in the ancestral hall. Now they moved to the ancestral hall. Alas, if you have any disagreement, you will hit the wall." Yang Shuyong was worried about eating meat and drinking, and his face was full of redness.

Ao Muyang asked him: "When your village was changed to Wangjia Village, did the other elderly people with the surname not respond? What did the Wang family do at that time?"

"The times are different, and the methods are different." Yang Shuyong shook his head.

“Tell me specifically.”

Yang Shuyong smacked his lips and said, "The other surnames were unwilling to do so at that time, but the village chief and secretary of that term were both from the Wang family. They both just got the tough ones to get things done. They didn't care about the old men who kept hitting them to death, but they gave them money and stuff privately, blocking their mouths."

"You do this too." Ao Muyang gave him an idea.

Yang Shuyong took another sip of wine in sorrow: "I said that the times are different. Then every household is short of food. Giving something can win people's hearts. Now you can't even give money, it's useless. And this is the remaining method for the Wang family to play with, so they have been on guard for a long time."

Ao Muyang was silent for a while. Things were really difficult to handle, but why was he quite happy?

Yang Shuyong looked at him with eyes and asked, "Captain Ao, do you have any solutions?"

Ao Muyang shook his head: "There is no good way, then do you have a way?"

Yang Shuyong said: "I have a solution, but I can't use it myself, I have to rely on your help."

"You said." Ao Muyang looked at him vigilantly.

Yang Shuyong was excited and said, "You call Secretary Lu and the others in the town. It would be even better if you could call Captain Su and the others in the Haijing team. Use the prestige on the official side to suppress these immortals."

Ao Muyang laughed: "A different approach."

Yang Shuyong said: "Another way is to fight to the death. You can work with me to deal with these stubborn old men. If they want to die, let them die. If they want to make trouble, let them make trouble. Just help me to suppress the venue!"

Ao Muyang said: "Come on, let's talk about the previous method again. Which leaders are needed?"
Chapter completed!