In front of a big iron pot, Lu Wuwu sighed: "Brother-in-law, you are really a good village chief in China, for the development of the village, you are really hard enough." ”

Ao Muyang glanced at him and said, "Where is the life? Won't I just lead the cooking of a few dishes?" Go, help me soak the dried bamboo shoots, and I will be able to use them tomorrow." ”

"Soaking, hair, dried bamboo shoots?" Lu Wuzhi looked confused, "Two questions, who is the first bamboo shoot? I understand both the second soak and dry, but what does it mean?"

Ao Muyang said: "Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't play hooligan for a day? The key is what use do you have to play hooligan to me?"

Lu Wuzhi said with a hippie smile: "I play hooligan on others, and it is easy 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?"

"Get out!"

In a box, there are fresh bamboo shoots that have just been picked in the past two days, and some dried bamboo shoots, fresh bamboo shoots are winter bamboo shoots, dried bamboo shoots are spring bamboo shoots, and the dried spring bamboo shoots soaked in place are more delicious than fresh winter bamboo shoots.

Lu Wuxian didn't know how to soak dried bamboo shoots at all, Ao Muyang just asked him to wash it.

In the spring, many people in the village collected bamboo shoots, and in addition to eating them fresh, the rest were cut and dried bamboo shoots.

Lao Ao estimates that there will be no remaining spring shoots in the village next year, so he has to contact some villages in the south that are rich in bamboo shoots, and directly buy bamboo shoots from there to dry them, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain are still kept.

While thinking about it, he put the washed dried bamboo shoots into the iron pot and boiled: "Look at the time, it's two o'clock, boil for half an hour and simmer for a while, then cut off the old roots and wash them several times." ”

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

A woman with a fat face and a fat body asked curiously, "Village Chief, what are you doing with rice washing water?

The deer said listlessly: "No, don't throw away the water after scouring the rice, keep it wrapped in egg liquid, sprinkled with breadcrumbs, and fried in peanut oil until golden brown, the whole family loves to eat ......."

The two women were dazed, and Ao Muyang explained: "Ignore him, it's crazy." ”

Some bamboo shoots are well handled, which is sent by some fishermen themselves, soaked in warm water for a day or two in advance, and boiled for a while with a strong fire.

There is a pot next to it where pig's head and beef are stewed, and a large iron pot is propped up on the flat ground, stuffed with dry firewood, and the flames are licking the bottom of the pot, and the aroma of sauce will come out after a while.

He sniffed his nose and said, "Chef Tu, this smell is okay." ”

Tu Yiscoop, who was sent to control the scene, wiped his hand on the apron and said with a smile: "That's for sure, village chief, let me tell you, our cooking skills are not blown, you can't find a second one." So, can you give me a salary increase?"

Ao Muyang said: "Why do you want so much salary by yourself?

Tu Yispoon waved his hand again and again: "Don't dare to go to the casino again, I will gamble on pearls in the village at most, mainly because I owe a lot of debts to the old brothers before, and I haven't paid it off yet." ”

Lu Wuxian interjected: "Uncle, you can't owe such a debt casually, once you don't get it right, it will become an anal fistula." ”

Dogs in the village help dispose of garbage around the drying grounds, chickens and ducks in the water, pigs, cattle and sheep bones, and soaked soft fish bones, these things do not need to be thrown into the garbage bin, they quickly disappear when thrown on the ground.

Today is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, and the annual fair as usual, which lasts from morning to evening, is huge.

There are a lot of vegetables, fruits and meat sent to the drying field, and when the village sends New Year's goods in the morning, Tu Yisho took some people to make a big purchase last year.

After some tidying up, it was getting late.

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

There are some packaging cartons in the drying field, which belong to some hotels in the county and city, and tourists pack and bring food to eat, and then they leave the packaging boxes and packaging bags in the fishing house, which are left by the villagers to pack things.

He used the hotel box to pack some beef stew and the like that had just come out of the pot, and Zhu Zhu, Sixth Sister and a few children were all playing at his house until late.

Seeing this, he left the boys to eat at home.

The teenagers looked at the names of the hotels on the boxes and bags, and looked forward to it one by one: "Uncle Xiaoyang, will you go to the city again tonight to be corrupt?"

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

When it came to the dinner table, several teenagers rushed to eat the dishes in the box first, and the ones they ate were cleaner than the dogs licking, and praised while eating: "The food cooked in this big hotel is delicious." ”

On the thirtieth day, Ao Muyang didn't go to the field to command, and all the staff there were handed over to Tu Yisho, he rested at home in the morning, and took the general, the wolf, and the wolf to the grave of his parents in the afternoon.

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

He came to 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, and chatting with his parents for a while.

There is smoke rising from the village, and many columns of smoke are thicker than in previous years, which is the fisherman's family music preparing for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Because there are many tourists, and tourists bring their children to eat Chinese New Year's Eve, the atmosphere is much more lively than in previous years, even if he is far away in the back mountain, he can hear faint laughter.

He sighed and said: "Mom and Dad, the village has changed a lot now, the big guy doesn't have to go to sea or worry about his livelihood, the family is rich, your son is richer, and he still has tens of millions of black money." So, if you Jiuquan knows, don't worry about anything, I'm living a good life, and I'm making the village prosperous......"

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

The wolf also lay quietly beside him and rested his head on his lap, only the second wolf continued to jump around, I don't know who came to the grave early, the sound of firecrackers sounded in the cemetery, it whined and pounced on Ao Muyang, and then Lao Ao felt that it was dark......

He sat on the grave of his parents for a long time, until the back mountain was messy, and then he packed up his things and walked down the mountain.

Standing on the mountainside, Ao Muyang looked down and saw the afterglow of the sunset shining on the whole village, the colors of the village in winter were gorgeous, black, white, red, yellow, blue and green, the color of the car paint and the color of the new clothes that people put on was called colorful.

From now on, a pier juts into the sea, large and small fishing boats are moored on both sides, and the sound of firecrackers rings from the sea, and disturbed seabirds fly up and down.

Ao Muyang looked into the distance, and then to the south, he saw the vast sea, the evening wind was light, and the waves could not be seen in the distance, so he saw a piece of gold slowly moving away, and finally connected with the fiery red sky.

The years are quiet, and the New Year is over.