Greenfish are not valuable, and big greenfish are not valuable. Fortunately, greenfish produces a lot of fish roe, and greenfish can be eaten, and the taste and nutritional value are great, which is the most valuable.

Due to the enhanced transportation capacity, sea fish are now deeply involved in the mainland, and the value of these freshwater fish, especially the frozen freshwater fish, has dropped sharply and not many people have eaten it.

In this case, many bluefish are divided into division of labor, collecting fish roe for sale, and the remaining fish bodies are also for sale for sale, and the price is very low.

Without machines, it is quite difficult to collect green fish roe, and the price of this thing is not too high and the profit margin is not large, so the fishermen have no initiative.

Now, after catching the green fish, we cook directly. There are many tourists in the village and a large market. The fishermen each handle some of them. Because they have money to make money, they become much more active.

He packed up all the Ao Muyang website and handed it over to Song Qiumin. He said, "Sister-in-law, let's divide fish roe together. If you are willing to cook, you can leave a few fish and I will feed the remaining ones to the tiger."

Song Qiumin waved his hand and said, "Sister-in-law will help you deal with it, but we will not be able to share it evenly. Keep it yourself. Fish roe is not afraid of freezing. This thing is delicious."

Ao Muyang said: "Don't argue now. Please help me clean up. Leave some fish roe to entertain guests and stir-fry it with chili. It's very fragrant."

He walked home and met Ao Wenchang, who waved to him and said hello.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ao Wenchang said: "Well, I went to check the boats in the village, but someone still drove out to fish."

When Ao Muyang heard this, he was a little unhappy. He repeatedly told him that he held a meeting and shouted through the village committee's horn, emphasizing that the villagers were absolutely not allowed to go to sea in violation of regulations. As a result, some people still did this, and it was obvious that they would not treat the village chief as a cadre.

However, this kind of thing is expected. The first time the villagers encountered a fishing ban, their thoughts were inevitable. After all, many old fishermen went out to sea for a lifetime, and their food, drink, clothing and use were all based on the income from the sea.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Do you go out in a big boat or a small boat?"

Ao Wenchang said: "There are all, there are only one big ship."

He knew who this was: "It's Ao Zhiyi's number one, right?"

"Yes." Ao Wenchang nodded.

Ao Muyang stroked his chin and said, "Okay, then I understand."

He went home to take a shower, change his clothes, and then went to the dock.

Now the village pier has undergone a simple repair, cleared the fishing spot and installed parasols. Some people in the village are pushing carts to deliver ice water and small drinks, all serving the tourists' experience.

Many tourists were busy fishing on the lake, and the fishing spots were inevitably empty. Ao Muyang found a shade under the parasol and sat down. Someone immediately brought him freshly squeezed orange juice: "Captain, how many pieces of ice should I add?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "This service is OK. Add two extra dollars to me. It's a bit hot today."

The sun is hot, but it's not bad to be in the cool shade. After all, the ocean is larger than the heat capacity. Even if the sea water heats up, the temperature is not much higher. The sea breeze is cooler after all.

Sitting on the dock, the cool sea breeze blew gently. At this time, I took another mouthful of iced orange juice. Ao Muyang felt the heat in his body dissipate a lot.

When the ferry was coming, tourists and villagers got off the boat. Ao Muyang looked at these people casually and suddenly saw an acquaintance, Cheng Deming!

He was going to wait for Ao Zhiyi, but when he arrived at Cheng Deming, it was also an unexpected surprise.

However, it is not rare to see this old man. Since the last time I came to Longtou Village for dinner, the old man has come to have a short vacation from time to time, come to relax for three or five days before going back to continue working on his antiques.

Because of proper physical care, the old man's physiological functions are not worse than those of the young man in some aspects. For example, his vision is still excellent. After Ao Muyang got up, he noticed it at a glance.

"Xiao Ao, no, Village Chief Ao, you are so honored to pick up the old man in person." The old man laughed.

Ao Muyang also smiled: "I, the village chief, seem to be quite famous. How do you know that I am the village chief?"

The old man patted his shoulder and said, "Mr. Ao and I have been in contact. In addition, the newspaper also introduced your village. How can I not know that you are an official? Look, this is a gift."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and the assistant behind him handed him a picture.

Ao Muyang wondered, and said, "What is this?"

He slowly unfolded the scroll, with three big characters inside: Longtou Village.

The three characters are written with flying dragons and phoenixes, and the writing is vigorous, and it can be seen as the handwriting of famous artists.

There is a signature and a red seal at the bottom of the scroll. After Ao Muyang carefully identified it, it was clearly the word "Qi Gong".

Qi Gong is a famous calligraphy master in modern China. Some people even call him the last master of Chinese calligraphy, but the master has gone there. How could such three words exist?

So Ao Muyang looked up at the old man in wonder. With Cheng Deming's identity, he could not have made a set of fake characters for him.

The old man smiled and said, "Don't doubt it, this is the master's last work, but I just put it together. The master originally wrote two words as 'longtou'. I found the word 'cun' in another master's work, and it was cut and integrated. Haha, how about it, you can't see that I've been tampering with it, right?"

Although this calligraphy has been passive, it is an authentic work no matter what it says, so it is of great value.

Ao Muyang refused politely, and the old man waved his hand: "How much does it mean to return it to me? My hard work is wasted? I can't give it to others with the three words Longtou Village, right? Haha, please accept it quickly, be polite to me."

"This is so precious..."

"My life is precious?" The old man looked like he was blowing his beard and staring. As a result, he used too much force and looked like he had no intention of being angry, which was very funny.

Ao Muyang was not pretentious. He accepted the letter and said, "Okay, thank you brother. I will invite you to drink tonight. I brought the specialty bamboo leaf wine from Nanhai. The taste is amazing!"

Cheng Deming immediately laughed: "Okay, okay, call Brother Ao tonight, you won't be drunk!"

The weather was hot, and Ao Muyang wanted to invite the old man to rest, so he reached out and said, "Old man, please go here."

Cheng Deming was about to take a step, then he closed his eyes and sniffed hard. After opening his eyes, he looked at the wooden bracelet on Ao Muyang's left wrist: "Is this?"

Ao Muyang explained: "Oh, the gloomy wooden bracelet, I helped a village chief in Nanhai. What he gave me, I think it feels good to wear on my hands. It seems to be good for my health, so I wear it."

Cheng Deming held up his wrist and watched carefully, lowered his head and sniffed it. Ao Muyang felt something was wrong, so he simply handed him the bracelet.

After looking around with the bracelet for a while, the old man raised his head and said, "You feel so accurate. Carrying this thing is really good for the body, but the gloomy wood? Hehe!"
Chapter completed!