Upon learning that they were coming, Mu Dongcheng, the president of the local fishery association, came to greet them in person.

This is also a little old man, about the same age as Pan Atang, but he is tall and big. Although his hair is so gray, his waist and back are straight, walking with wind, speaking like a clock, and looking very mentally.

Similarly, when introducing Ao Muyang, Mu Dongcheng's emotions became much louder. He held Ao Muyang's hand and waved hard: "Ah, is this village chief Ao? I have been admired for a long time. Now I have seen it, and my reputation is worthy!"

Ao Muyang felt that Pi Yu and the others looked at him even colder.

This time he is too lazy to care about it. You can think whatever you want. Anyway, I don’t plan to provoke you. If you dare to provoke me, you will definitely make you die in a variety of ways.

It was already noon, and Mu Dongcheng prepared the banquet at a food stall.

On the way, he said: "I didn't arrange this welcome banquet in any big hotel or famous restaurant. They are all fooling people. Let's go to a place where you eat seafood. Although this restaurant is not good, it is the food soul of Chaodao!"

"Yes, although the hometown of the trendy people is a food stall, the food is gone. We all eat there," Pan Atang introduced.

Another vice president, Jiang Yinman, added: "The food stall we are going to is called the hometown of Chaoren. Let me explain that the trendy people here refer to Chaodao people, and they are not trend-seeking people. Don't get me wrong, otherwise you will be disappointed later."

This made the group laugh. Ao Muyang didn't know where the laughter was, but everyone was laughing. Then he couldn't leave the crowd, so he laughed a few times.

No wonder Jiang Yinman specifically explained that this trendy man's hometown is a very ordinary food stall. The only feature is that his old and broken style is not very popular for restaurants.

The food stall is made of all wood, with a main large wooden house, and then the wooden house is mainly expanded to the left and right. The wood supports the ceiling and builds two halls.

There were various seafood dishes placed at the door of the wooden house, which was rich. After Ao Muyang looked at it, he found that some shellfish were not recognized by himself.

This meal was naturally enjoyable, but everyone was a fisherman who was exposed to seafood all day long, so he was not surprised.

They disbanded after dinner. They did not have any learning tasks that day and could be used to adapt to the local environment.

Pan Atang made an appointment with Ao Muyang to climb the mountain to the old temple on the island to participate in the worship. The weather in Zhoushan was hotter than that of Hongyang, and they waited until 3:30 in the afternoon to leave.

"I'll take you to a good place first." Pan Atang said mysteriously after meeting.

Ao Muyang followed him along the beach to the distance. There were many tourists and garbage on the beach. He was walking barefoot, but he stepped on plastic paper and broken glass several times, and finally had to put on shoes again.

It doesn't matter to Pan Atang. He has barefoot all his life, with thick calluses on the soles of his feet, and he can walk on flat ground even on the gravel beach.

However, when Ao Muyang was wearing shoes, he realized the problem of garbage on the beach, and said angrily: "Oh, it's all done by tourists. They are very unqualified and littering is really annoying."

Ao Muyang asked: "Who is the idea of ​​developing the tourism industry on the island?"

Pan Atang said: "Who else's idea? The officials and the officials there patted their heads and came up with bad ideas."

As he said that, he pointed to the mainland.

Ao Muyang understood that Chaodao is the forefront of the Fisheries Association and the base camp of the fishermen. They still rely on fisheries to maintain their lives. It is not their intention to develop tourism on the island.

He expressed his thoughts and Pan Atang said, "It's not just our original intention? We don't want to open the island to tourists, but the officials gave orders. What can we do? Anyway, this is not their hometown, they just make money and earn GDP!"

The reason why the island residents complain about tourists is that the local situation is different from that of Longtou Village. They don’t have much money to follow the tourism. The government invested in supermarkets, hotels and restaurants on the island. The main money was made by them, and the locals could only make a fraction of the money.

This fraction of the money is meaningless, because the arrival of tourists has raised the prices of the island and increased the living costs of the people.

At first, Pan Atang and Mu Dongcheng were so eager toward him. He thought that they wanted to learn from him and develop fishery tourism experience. Obviously, he was thinking too much.

They made a small turn on the beach, and then a row of blue colored steel tiles appeared on the beach, which circled in circles and half-opened towards the ocean.

Someone was guarding the door to smoke, and Pan Atang shouted, "Hi fog, you are a bad guy, you smoke again, you smoke, sooner or later, God will go to find your grandpa!"

Seeing him appear, the man's lips turned, and the cigarette that was originally held in his mouth disappeared...

Ao Muyang was shocked: "Have he eaten the cigarette?"

Pan Atang went up to smoke the man, but the man hurriedly ran back. After a few steps, smoke came out again. It seemed that he had started smoking again.

After all, he was old, Pan Atang did not catch up with the man and said angrily: "This unfilial son!"

Ao Muyang asked, "President Pan, is this your son?"

Pan Atang said, "No, he is the child of my neighbor. My father has lung cancer and is still in the hospital when I went to see him. When I went to see him, my old friend asked my wife to give me a child and let me watch this brat!"

Ao Muyang sweated coldly: "It's not like this to ask his wife to give birth to his son."

After entering the area surrounded by colored steel tiles, he saw a sand pond with some wooden machines and tarpaulins around him, with snow-white powder drying on it.

The sea breeze blew, and the thick salty smell came into his nostrils. He asked in surprise: "Is this sea salt?"

When talking about sea salt, Pan Atang's anger disappeared. He smiled and said, "Yes, this is sea salt. Have you ever heard of tide salt? This was tribute salt during the Qing Dynasty, and it was famous in Jiangnan."

Ao Muyang had never heard of turquoise salt, and he knew about tribute salt, but Wangjia Village also said that the salt they had in ancient ways was tribute salt before, so how much salt could the royal family eat in the past? Is it their mouth weight or do they like pickled pickles?

This is a tide salt drying yard. Now the lifeblood of salt is controlled by the state. However, if it is not for food and industrial use, the place can also dry salt privately. Of course, it must report to the relevant superior departments.

Pan Atang took him to visit the salt farm and said, "We saw that you sold salt to tourists by yourself, and were bought back as a specialty gift by tourists, so we had this idea."

Ao Muyang understood that he was talking about the situation in Wangjia Village, so he introduced Yang Shuyong's salt tourism project.

Pan Atang listened very seriously. He said that they also planned to dry salt themselves and sell it to tourists to get a piece of the pie from the tourism industry.

The Government Tourism Bureau involves all industries operating on the island, from life to entertainment, and they occupy the main markets. In this way, if locals want to make money from tourists, they have to take the lead.
Chapter completed!