The back of the old courtyard wall is more damp, making it an ideal habitat for wild bacteria.
Along the road down the mountain, they visited Tang Congyang's Yu Jiale.
The fishing villages in the village are cleverly decorated. Liu Xiaole's yard doesn't have a shade net; instead, a rope is strung up and covered with grapevines.
In this way, the grapevines provide ample shade in the summer, and even when the leaves fall in winter, they don't block the sunlight. In autumn, there are grapes to eat, and in spring, there are green leaves and tender buds to admire. One can enjoy its benefits all year round.
Seeing Lu Wuyai and Lu Wuyai arrive with more than ten children, Li Mufeng smiled and said, "Teachers, what are you doing? School activity."
Lu Wuyai went to take a shower, and said to Lu Wuyai, "Crazy, stop nagging. Go get some fruit to reward the child. You were less enlightened than when you were a child. All the other kids are doing chores, so you don't need to go."
Li Mufeng awkwardly changed the subject: "Hehe, I wanted to go shopping, but Teacher Lu is amazing. He managed to get the students together in just two days."
One child said, "Little Niu came to visit us, and Teacher Lü bought us ice cream and snacks. That's great!"
Liu Xiaole went to wash apples, peaches, apricots, cherries, etc. Gu Yuxin brought the mushrooms to the kitchen and said, "I'll use them. We'll have dinner at your house tonight."
"By the way, could you cook me a few dishes?" Tang Congyang smiled sheepishly.
Lu Wuyai ignored him and quickly washed the wild mushrooms and placed them on the rack to drain.
Seeing that the kitchen was full of meat and vegetable dishes, he made two fish dishes, a pot of stir-fried spicy chicken, and a pot of mixed fish dishes.
The so-called mixed fleet is a dish where various shellfish are put into a pot and cooked into a big meal. The shellfish used include scallops, mussels, clams, razor clams, and oysters.
Coincidentally, after the dish was cooked and the wild mushrooms were drained, he tore them into strips and asked, "Crazy, where's your lard?"
Liu Xiaole pointed at the shelf and said, "What are you doing? He Ri, I'm boiling that lard. You can keep some."
Lu Wuyai scooped out a bowl and poured the lard into the pot. As long as the heat is low, the lard will melt and release its strong aroma unique to animal fat.
The oil in the wok was boiling, so he put in the wild mushrooms and fried them vigorously. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound as the oil sizzled, and the originally shiny chicken fat became cloudy.
These are wild mushrooms that sprouted from the water. Lu Wuyai let them cook on their own, then turned to prepare the seasonings. Immediately, dried and fresh chili peppers were sliced, followed by Sichuan peppercorns...
The seasonings were ready, the wild mushrooms had been drained, and the lard was shiny again. Seeing this, he poured some salt into the pot, stir-fried it a few times, then added the chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, and finally added...
Instantly, an indescribable aroma filled the entire kitchen. This aroma was different from the fragrance of meat oil and vegetables; it was very unique.
There was leftover cold rice in the pot from lunch. Li Muyang took some eggs and made fried rice with eggs. This was a piece of cake for him. In no time, he had a pot of perfectly cooked fried rice with distinct grains.
Tang Congyang exclaimed in surprise beside him, "Damn, Brother Yang, you're really my good brother, you're amazing!"
Li Muyang pointed at the fried rice and wild mushrooms and said, "You can say whatever you want, but these two are mine."
Seeing that her little scheme had been exposed, Li Mufeng immediately wailed, "Damn it, Brother Yang, leave some for me. I'm not buying any; my parents and I will eat them ourselves."
After hearing this, Lu Wuyai nodded reluctantly: "Then I'll leave some for you."
By the time Lu Zhizi and the children finished cleaning up, it was almost dark, just in time for dinner.
Li Muyang served fried rice, wild mushroom oil, and a mixed seafood dish together on the table. The various aromas wafted through the courtyard, and tourists from the guesthouse came out of their rooms to order food.
The mixed fleet has done a lot and can provide several tables. Liu Xiaole's face was full of joy; he could make a small fortune again tonight.
Upon seeing a large bowl of wild mushroom seed oil, Lu Wuyai's eyes widened: "How could you eat this? It's too greasy. Eating just one or two pieces would make you gain half a pound of weight."
Li Muyang scooped her a bowl of fried rice with eggs, then sprinkled two spoonfuls of wild mushroom oil on top, saying, "Animal fat doesn't make you fat so easily, aren't you going to eat it? Then you can eat seafood."
Golden wild mushroom seed oil is sprinkled on snow-white, glistening rice, releasing an irresistible aroma.
Lu Wuyai hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will eat, but I will eat less."
The children each took their own bowls and chopsticks, sprinkled wild mushroom oil on them, and then bent down to shovel the fried rice into their mouths, making smacking noises one after another, like a group of little pigs fighting over food.
“I’ll have to change your eating habits from now on,” Lu Zhizi said, as she gently picked up a bit of oily fried rice with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, her movements elegant and ladylike.
But soon, she started eating with gusto, each bite more forceful than the last, devouring the fried rice in large mouthfuls.
This reaction was normal, and Lu Wuyai also took a bite. He had eaten countless famous dishes in the hotel, but rarely had he tasted such an aroma.
A unique flavor exploded in his mouth, a rich aroma with a hint of freshness, oily yet delicious. The fried wild mushrooms were chewy and became more fragrant with each chew, making it hard to swallow.
This aroma solidified Lu Wuyai's belief that wild mushrooms were the source of his elixir. Only the king of bacteria could extract such a unique scent.
"It's delicious." After finishing one bowl, Lu Wuyai took another.
Lu Wuyai was eating very slowly, asking between bites, "Mr. Lu, what's wrong with our village's primary school? Cleaning the school up is up to you and the students. Your teachers alone aren't enough."
Lu Zhizi reluctantly put down her bowl, and Lu Wuyai handed her a bowl of clam soup. The light flavor of the seafood could offset the greasiness of the lard.
She pulled Tang aside and said, "No, the Education Bureau has allocated funds, but the funds may not be enough. According to the island owner, he found a construction team to renovate the school. However, the construction team is only responsible for the renovation; we have to clean up the weeds and garbage on campus ourselves."
"As for the teachers, your school has two rural teachers, right? It seems that these two teachers have been rehired, and another teacher will be transferred after the start of the semester, making a total of four teachers."
Tang Congyang, who was standing next to him, curled his lip and said, "There are six classes in one primary school, but only four teachers."
Lu Wuyai said, "The number of teachers is indeed too small, but this is a preliminary arrangement. Before the start of the semester, all teachers will be summoned here, at least twelve of them."
Tang Congyang snorted, "Want to be a teacher in our dirty little local village?"
Gu Yuxin glared at him: "Stop being discouraged. Teacher Lu will be here soon. And Teacher Lü is so kind of you. If she can come, why should others look down on our village?"
Lu Wuyai was also taken aback. How could Lu Wuyai have come to such a remote place like them?
Li Mufeng immediately asked, "I don't understand, Mr. Lu, why did you come to see us? After you arrived, you didn't even seem to dislike us."
Lu Wuyai smiled and said, "This is an arrangement made by the organization. Besides, although the teaching environment here is a bit poor, the living environment is beautiful and the people are very kind-hearted."
These words made Tang Congyang blush.
Lu Wuyai sighed: "The teaching environment here isn't too bad. Teacher Lu, you have no idea how we went to school when we were kids."
When he was in elementary school in the late 1990s, every classroom was a dilapidated tile-roofed house that would leak drafts in winter. So every winter, the school would organize a window-nailing activity, which involved nailing up the windows on the north side with plastic sheeting.
The windows were already small, and they were covered with plastic sheeting, so the room would become completely dark on cloudy days or when the sun was about to set.
Fortunately, when they were in school, the classrooms had electric lights, a kind of dim yellow light bulb that is now almost unseen. The lights weren't very effective because the electrical circuits came from the mountains and were prone to problems when it was windy, snowy, or rainy.
As a fishing village at the foot of the mountain, it is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and is subject to wind, rain and snow all year round, as well as frequent power outages.
There weren't enough desks and chairs at the school. Some of the desks and chairs were brought in by students from their own homes.
A few years ago, when he went to work in Kyoto, he told his colleagues in the city about his elementary school life. They simply couldn't believe it, and many thought he was making it up.
However, the conditions in the mountain fishing villages are too poor. If city dwellers were wealthy and tourism were booming, with many people visiting the fishing villages, the conditions in the countryside would become even more difficult.
He told Lu Wuyai about these things, and finally said, "If you hadn't come to our village, you wouldn't have believed me."
Lu Zhizi said, "I believe that I took a course called Educational Environment when I was an undergraduate. Not to mention the 1990s, there are still schools like this in mountainous areas now."
The primary school in their town has a much better environment, with a two-story building and a rubberized playground, but there are very few teachers. After graduating from university, who would want to work in such a remote place?
After the meal, Lu Wuyai said, "I'm not going to clean up. I'm going to go ask the island lord what happened."
Lu Wuyai said, "I discussed it with the island owner and we plan to clean up the teachers' dormitory first, because I need to move there."
Lu Wuyai was shocked: "Are you crazy? Living here is not good. This place is deserted and the environment is harsh. How can people survive here?"
Lu Wuyai smiled and said, "It's not too bad. The money allocated by the Education Bureau is used to repair schools. If I stay in Yu Jiale, it will be a waste of public funds."
Lu Wuyai asked in surprise, "Could it be that the Education Bureau didn't allocate any room and board expenses for you?"
"There's a salary and travel expenses, but nothing else."
Lu Wuyai fell silent.
He decided to go find Li Zhijie, who was having dinner at home. Li Zhijie was eating ribs and braised chicken with his chubby grandson, their mouths greasy with oil.
He didn't invite Lu Wuyai when he arrived, continuing to sip his wine and eat meat, then said, "Yang Zi, what have you been up to today? I couldn't find you this morning, so I have something to tell you."
Are you doing your homework?
"No, I plan to go out tomorrow. You get up early, and we'll go somewhere further away tomorrow," Li Zhijie said while drinking.
Lu Wuyai nearly overturned the table for him: "Get out. Where to? Isn't there a school in the village? Don't you want to get everyone involved to clean up the school?"
Li Zhijie said nonchalantly, "I started it. There will be a construction team after the school is cleaned up, so it has nothing to do with us."
Seeing his unbridled expression, Lu Wuyai knew that talking to him was useless, so he simply got up and left.
Before leaving, he said, "I won't be going out to sea for the next few days. I need to help Teacher Lu clean the school. Also, Mr. Lu's accommodation problem needs to be solved in the village."
Li Zhijie downplayed the issue: "Ahem, let's have a meeting to resolve this problem. Let's have a meeting. Okay, this is also a big matter for the village. You should get ready tomorrow, and we'll have a meeting the day after tomorrow."
Omu Yang returned home with a gloomy face, and Little Earl (the dog) also had a gloomy dog face. A bitch sniffed her ass on the road, and she kicked her away with her paw.
When he got home, he turned on his computer and saw a message on Hong Yangyu's forum from a driver with the ID 'I want to buy a LaFerrari'.
"I want to buy a LaFerrari," he said very frankly, introducing himself first in his reply.
This expert's name is Ma Kai, and he is a marine product broker. This is the first time Lu Wuyai has heard of this industry, and he is a little confused, but he does sound like someone who deals in high-end seafood.
The information also includes Ma Kai's work experience and achievements. He has dealings with many large hotels in Hongyang, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, and has a large number of clients and channels.
After reading the message, he replied to Ma Kai that he had large lobsters and wild yellow croakers, and he could sell them if the price was reasonable.
Ma Kai happened to be online, so he immediately replied, gave Lu Wuyai his phone number, and asked for his address, saying he would come over to check as soon as possible.
After exchanging contact information and addresses, Lu Wuyai turned on his computer and went to bed.
The little count (dog) had already taken the spot under the mat. When he saw him come over, he lay down on it, wagging his tail and slapping it hard on the mat.
Since Lu Wuyai returned, he has been sleeping in the bed, and Lu Wuyai has not objected to this. When Little Earl (the dog) was a puppy, he always slept while being held by him.
In the morning, Hou Banshuang came to deliver hand-rolled noodles again. He yawned and said, "Little girl, tell your mother that you don't need to bother, I can prepare breakfast myself."
Wang Ming smiled and said, "It's no trouble, Uncle. My mom and I eat noodles every morning. We just add a handful of flour."
Lu Wuyai patted his head and handed him a new schoolbag, saying, "Here, my uncle prepared a gift for you yesterday."
This is the childlike style of a Swiss Army knife. The backpack has a novel design and a large capacity.
At this moment, the backpack bulged out, and Hou Banshuang was overjoyed when he opened it: "Wow, new sneakers, Nike shoes. Uncle, these are too expensive."
Lu Wuyai said, "They're not expensive. Let me try on these new shoes."
Little Li shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, Uncle Yang, I have to work at school today, and I'll get dirty. I'll wear it when school starts."
Lu Wuyai was also preparing to go to work at the school. Li Zhijie said there was a meeting tomorrow, but after dinner, the village committee's loudspeaker blared: "Attention, everyone! Attention, everyone! Indigenous residents, please pay attention..."
"I am Li Zhijie, the village party secretary and island owner. I have something to say. The village committee will hold a meeting at 8:00 AM today to discuss the resumption of classes. The new teacher, Shu Zhizi, has some announcements to make. Everyone is required to attend, especially party members and cadres, and it would be best if each household could send one representative..."
Hou Banshuang pursed his lips and said, "This Mao Mao, he's not the village secretary, he's the island owner."
In a certain country's rural areas, the indigenous residents' committee is the most basic level of self-governing organization. They are not the government or its agencies, but are under the leadership of the township. Among them, the island chief is elected by the indigenous residents themselves, and the village secretary can also be elected or appointed by a higher-level authority.
In terms of responsibilities, the island lord leads the specific work of the village, the village party secretary guides the ideological work of the indigenous residents, and is responsible for supervising the work of the island lord and other members of the village committee.
The island owner does not have administrative staff; his income mainly comes from the village committee's revenue. Most village party secretaries have administrative staff, and some are civil servants.
However, Coconut Grove Village is an undervalued mountain fishing village. The government did not appoint a village party secretary. Li Zhijie used some tricks to deceive the indigenous residents into becoming the island's owner. Thus, without a theoretical village party secretary, he took the position on his own.
This matter involves the issue of resuming school, so Lu Wuyai decided to go and take a look.
He walked to the entrance of the village committee office and saw Lu Wuyai. The female teacher was standing under a magnolia tree, looking up at the magnolia blossoms. The sea breeze blew, and the snow-white flowers and emerald green leaves swayed from side to side, her hair swaying along with them, as if she wanted to blend into the magnolia tree.
The villagers got up early, but not many people came to the village committee office. Lu Wuyai greeted Lu Wuyai and went inside, where he saw Li Zhiyi and a woman.
This woman was one of the two private school teachers in the village, named Zhu Chunhong. She had taught Lu Wuyai before, so Lu Wuyai greeted her as soon as he saw her: "Teacher Zhu".
The biggest challenge facing village-run education is the low quality of teachers. In the early years, most rural teachers were farmers from nearby villages. They lacked professional education knowledge, and their teaching relied on self-study and experience.
Zhu Chunhong is like this. She doesn't have a high level of education, having just graduated from junior high school, but she is a good teacher who cares about her students, is kind and approachable, and enjoys a certain level of prestige in the village.
Now that the village school has reopened, she can go back to teaching, which is a good thing for both Coconut Grove Village and for her.
Around 8 o'clock, only a dozen or so people arrived at the village committee.
Li Zhijie rolled his eyes and looked around, then said, "Alright, there are quite a few people here. Let's have a meeting and discuss the issue of resuming classes."
"Let me start by saying that the government is very concerned about our rural education. Thanks to my efforts, the government has decided to allocate 200,000 yuan for the renovation of the primary school."
“Only 200,000.” Jiang Xiaoyu, the village's women's director, raised her eyebrows. “The school only has six classrooms, plus more than ten offices and dormitories. And that doesn't even include the toilets on the playground. How can 200,000 be enough?”
Gu Yuxin, who had come to join the fun, said, "Island Master, are you after some money? 200,000 is too little."
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