After nearly an hour of working in the paddy fields, Ao Muyang returned home with a full load.

The one he harvested the most was crayfish. This species actually had strong reproductive ability and strong vitality. However, the Chinese people were too emotional about it and could always catch it.

The second is crucian carp, loach, and golden eels harvested the least, and only five were paid out in total.

The afterglow of the sunset fell on the earth. Ao Muyang walked backwards, and the general followed with his tail waving his head. The sun shone on a man and a dog, pulling the shadows.

The village farmer laughed when he saw it and said, "Village Chief, how did you touch it today?"

Ao Muyang laughed and said, "It's okay, I got some food and drinks."

The farmer said, "You got it from my paddy fields. This is my private property. So what about it? Isn't private property sacred and inviolable?"

Ao Muyang thought for a while and pointed at Amberg Lake and said, "Second brother, this lake has been contracted by me. I have put a lot of fish fry in it. Some time ago, the leader of the Fisheries Bureau sent me American anchovies. Why don't you go to my lake to fish and just treat me as I'll give it to you."

The farmer waved his hand and said, "I'm joking, don't take it seriously, but if you really ask me to go fishing, I'm going there. It's not that I want to get something, but the main reason is that I haven't cast a net this summer and my hands are itchy."

Ao Muyang thought about it and indeed, fishermen make fishing their jobs. If they rely on this, it will undoubtedly be more difficult, but if they don’t touch the fishing net for a long time, it will be uncomfortable.

After the sea was closed, the village fishing boats could not go out, and he contracted Lake Ambergris again. The villagers knew that he contracted the lake not for himself, but for the village, so they paid great attention to protecting the fish resources in the lake. Except for tourists and children going fishing, most people would not go to the lake to make trouble.

After thinking it through, he said to the farmer: "Second brother, just go to the lake with confidence tomorrow. It's okay to go to the whole village to make a fortune. It's not a problem. Now August will be in August. In the future, we can fish and shrimp in Ambergris Lake. Just prepare for the warm-up for the opening of the sea in September."

When the farmer heard him say this, he immediately looked happy and asked, "Can you do it?"

Ao Muyang smiled happily and said, "It is absolutely possible, but it is not allowed to catch small fish, it can only catch large fish."

Some time ago, tourists released a lot of fish fry into the lake to pray for blessings. If the villagers caught fish fry, it would definitely be a real person and make tourists dissatisfied.

After he returned, he announced the matter in the village committee loudspeaker. Anyway, he could fish and shrimp in Ambergris in the next week. As long as it was a big fish and prawn, there would be no problem fishing.

The land and water nourish the other people. Ambergris Lake has not been fished for hundreds of years. Now that he is raising fish fry in it, the fishing capacity is naturally stronger.

In the evening, he made a soup for crucian carp at home. Aunt Lu Zhizi had just left and happened to drink crucian carp soup to nourish her body.

Early the next morning, the village started to struggle.

Due to Ao Muyang's constraints, the fishermen in the village did not go to steal the fish, and fish, shrimp and crab seedlings were always put in Ambergris Lake, and the villagers were not easy to do it. They had not cast nets in the past two months, and they were really itchy. Now that they have permission from Ao Muyang, they can go fishing at will, so they naturally cannot be idle.

Ao Muyang not only allowed people from his village to fish, but also allowed people from other villages to fish. However, the same thing is true: the fish, shrimps and crabs they catch have standards, and they are not allowed to deal with the seedlings.

It was bustling all of a sudden. It was still dark early in the morning. Taking advantage of the cool weather, some early-awake fishermen dragged the fishing nets onto the raft.

The villagers have made money by tourists in the past two years. Their thinking has changed and they have protected the resources on the mountains and seas in the lake. They rely on these resources to attract tourists to make money, rather than relying on these resources themselves to make money.

After scattering a few nets like this, most villagers no longer went down the net, but instead changed to other ways to catch fish.

After all, the fish in the lake are mainly four major fish, mostly grass carp, carp, and thornfish. For fishermen, this kind of catch is not tempting and is not worth catching it all the time.

The big guy turned to various methods to fish. The women rolled their legs around the lake. They held bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets in their hands. After seeing fish, shrimps and crabs, they covered them all at once, and then stirred the bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets to scare fish, shrimps and crabs.

When the swimming fish is frightened, it will drill into the water. At this time, the women turn the bamboo baskets over, and the fish falls into it and cannot run away.

An old man was flying over the lake in a small boat. In front of the wooden sampan was an old fisherman wearing a hat to shade, and a few cormorants stood at the stern. From time to time, cormorants were drilled into the water. When they came up, the old man could fish or two out of their mouths.

Ao Muyang blinked when he saw this scene, and he asked, "Which village is this old man? Yes, it's quite stylish."

Ao Mudong coughed and pondered: "The old man in a straw hat is alone in the boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

Ao Wenchang suddenly laughed: "Brother Dong, you have it. One bottle is not full, half a bottle is swaying. This poem is a good poem, it is not appropriate to use it here?"

Ao Mudong was dissatisfied and said, "You say something."

Ao Wenchang smacked his lips and stopped talking. He is a science student and he is not good at poetry.

Ao Muyang happened to think of a poem, and he pretended to be careless and said, "It is not appropriate to say that fishing alone in the cold river, but this poem is good. Crickets are singing in the wild autumn, cormorants gather in the cold sand. The yellow thatched hut in the official house, and the bitter bamboo fence in the other house."

This is a very unpopular poem. He knew that the group would definitely not be able to take it, so he added: "Hey hey hey, this is not suitable. The poetic environment of this poem is relatively deserted and lonely, and the tone is too sad, which is not suitable or not."

He praises his talents for his own talent.

Lu Zhizi asked with a smile: "Then, the cormorant outside the door cannot come, and Shatou suddenly saw each other and guessed. From now on, I know the wishes of others. I have to come a hundred times a day. How about this song?"

Thinking of Lao Ao, she continued: "This song is not suitable, and it cannot show the leisure of the fisherman. Let's change the song, the fields are clear and the riverside beside the ancient road of the woods. The grass is deep and the market is lurking, the place is remote and lazy clothes. The willow branches are weak, the loquats are fragrant. The cormorants shine in the west, and the wings are full of fishing beams..."

A group of big men ran away in shame: "Go fishing and fishing. That is, if you don't catch fish and recite poems here, it seems that our fishermen are not professional."

There are many fishing tools and methods. Usually, everyone can’t tell what they can’t fish in a scattered manner. Nowadays, fishermen from several fishing villages are on the water, and each uses their own skills, so some of the skills are coming out.

Moreover, the fishermen were also determined to compete, so everyone was full of energy to display their skills, and the lake suddenly became lively.
Chapter completed!