When the coast guard patrol boats were approaching the waters outside the village, the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.

It is late June and the weather is already quite hot. The sun is hanging in the sky and baking the ground like a big stove. Even when it is on the sea, it feels a little hot. The steaming sea water is rising, making people feel sticky and uncomfortable.

The black dragon is dark and starts to wipe sweat when the bow is sunny for a while.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang sighed, "Oh, it's another severe drought."

The person who came to send him off was Zheng Liunian, the hardcore little brother of Su Jinnan. After hearing his sigh, Zheng Liunian scratched his head and said, "It's not that what happened. This year it's quite a drought, but it will cause trouble for my parents' people who farm."

Just after he finished speaking, a long voice rang out from a boat by the sea: "Hey, hey, hey, the people are suffering; if they die, the people are suffering..."

"What is this for? Are you singing?" Zheng Liunian asked subconsciously.

At this time, the patrol boat was almost on the dock. Not far from the two boats, Ao Muyang set up a pergola with his hand and looked at the fishing boat next to him. He saw a tall and strong young man standing on the boat. The young man wore a double-breasted black jacket and buckthorns, and an oblong small waist drum hung on his waist. Among them, a small iron chain was connected to a small flat drum. The young man slapped the waist drum with his left hand and was singing with a small disc-shaped gong.

There was a telescope on the boat. Zheng Liunian raised the telescope and looked at it and smiled, "Director Ao, isn't this your good brother? Ao Fugui, right?"

When Ao Muyang heard the singing, he heard it. This was Ao Fugui singing. He said, "Yes, it's Fugui."

Ao Fugui slapped his waist drum with one hand and beat the small gong with the other hand, singing happily with his voice open.

Zheng Liunian listened for a while and wondered: "What is this singing? Fisherman's Song?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "No, this is called singing news. Have you never heard of it?"

Zheng Liunian showed a sudden expression on his face, and he said, "Oh, this is the singing news? I have heard that this is the fishing custom of the Hongyang Peninsula, right? I have never heard of it with my own ears before."

The custom of singing news has not appeared for many years. Ao Muyang could not think of the specific year he had heard it. He vaguely remembered the last time he listened to it, maybe before the third grade of elementary school.

In his memory, this custom is related to fishing floods. It is also a form of folk art like drama. At first, people such as blind people, disabled people, beggars, etc. who do not have the ability to make money independently. They sing operas, but their abilities are not as good as actors, so there are not many people listening to them, and no one gives them rewards.

Some performers have a bright mind. They discover their own disadvantages and then find their own advantages: that is, they travel around the streets and alleys, run around the world, meet many people, see more things, and learn more. Especially when they are traveling in a town, the Zhang family and Li family are in trouble, they know more gossip.

These people began to take advantage of this advantage. They made full use of people's gossip and used opera to tell stories between neighbors, especially some conflicts, to attract the attention of fishermen.

In this way, after decades of development, the custom of singing news at sea emerged.

Generally, when singing news at sea, it is the fishing season. In the early years, there were no large boats. Fishermen operated small boats to salvage them in the offshore. During the fishing season, each household drove a boat to the sea, which was relatively concentrated. At this time, there were beggars and disabled people riding the news in these fishing boats.

It is boring for fishermen to work at sea, and singing news at sea has become one of their few entertainment activities, so it was still very popular in the early years.

Moreover, people who are engaged in journalism at sea have low requirements and do not ask for much money. They only ask the fishermen to reward a few fish, so that they can fill their stomachs or take them to the market for a meal.

Hearing Ao Fugui singing the news, Ao Muyang asked Zheng Liunian: "Does there be fish on our boat?"

Zheng Liunian thought about it and said, "There are definitely not live fish, but there may be two bottles of canned fish?"

Ao Muyang shook his head and said, "That won't work, is there any guy?"

Zheng Liunian patted the gun on his waist and said, "Is this guy strong enough?"

Ao Muyang: "It's strong enough, but I'm talking about fishing nets."

There are many fishing boats outside the village. These small fishing boats are made whale watching boats. The boats carry tourists to the sea to watch whales, dolphins and manatees, and some have fish on them to feed whales and dolphins to make food.

Zheng Liunian commanded the patrol boat to approach a fishing boat. Ao Muyang asked for a few fish from the boat, and then the patrol boat drove to the side of the small boat where Ao Fugui was. Ao Muyang reached out and threw the fish over.

Ao Fugui is performing stand-up singing. He likes these folk things. This time the town government came out to organize the revival of the fisherman tradition. The sea singing news is the key project. Ao Fugui is performing a demonstration according to the government's instructions, so his singing is particularly exciting.

After several fish were thrown onto his boat, he was startled, his body trembled and his arms were swung, and he almost threw away the small gong in his hand.

When he reacted, he became angry and said to Ao Muyang: "Yangzi, what are you doing? Making trouble."

Ao Muyang said innocently: "I am cooperating with you, okay? I'm giving you a reward."

Ao Fugui shouted: "Then you give me a reward of big yellow croaker, I want it to be wild!"

Before the yellow croaker was caught in extinction, the big yellow croaker was a common economic fish in the red ocean. Fishermen could catch big yellow croaker throughout the year, so every time the "singing news" ended, fishermen from all over the country would give them a few fat big yellow croaker to others for their "handmade money" to express their gratitude.

Ao Muyang lay on the side of the boat and said, "There are no big yellow croakers, but the general pulled a lot of big yellow shit. Do you want it?"

Ao Fugui waved his hand in disgust: "Go quickly and don't interfere with my singing of the news."

Ao Muyang carefully looked at the tools on his body and on the boat, including waist drums, small gongs, bamboo boards, gong pieces, soft bamboo poles, drumsticks and copper bells, and the tools were complete.

He asked, "Where did you find these guys? There are still these things in the village?"

Speaking of this, Ao Fugui showed a reserved smile on his face: "It was Secretary Lu who mobilized the whole town to find it. He said that if he didn't do this traditional revival of the fishermen, he would have to make a name for himself. Everything had to be serious, so he equipped me with a full set of guys."

Ao Muyang asked, "What's the use of supporting you? You know some wild fox Zen. There are tricks to singing news at sea. Starting sentences, passing between sentences, ending sentences, etc. You must be able to create the atmosphere, set off emotions and change singing feelings. It's quite complicated anyway, can you do it?"

Ao Fugui rolled his eyes and said, "I'm sure I can. You haven't watched it. Are many people waiting for me to perform now? Go there quickly."

Ao Muyang saw that there were some boats wandering around the sea. There were indeed people listening to Ao Fugui sing the news, especially the old men and ladies in the surrounding villages, and there were quite a few people coming.
Chapter completed!