Chapter 0003: The Old House

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Wang Dongliang groggily opened his eyes and saw a pockmarked face coming towards him, flushed with anger. He waved his hand and shouted, "Damn it!"

Aomu Yang was also unsure of what was happening, so he could only respond by adapting to the situation: "Oh, you know I work as a chef in Kyoto. I know an elderly man; I cook for him, and he teaches me Qigong, claiming it can promote health. However, I don't know if it actually helps with health, but my ability to hold my breath has certainly improved a lot"

Wang Dongliang's brain was almost in shock due to lack of oxygen; although his bound arms were freed, he could not move them or swim to the surface due to the lack of control from his brain

It has been over five years since he left his hometown, but in his eyes, apart from the soaring prices, there have not been many other changes in his hometown

Ao Fugui was greatly pleased and laughed, saying: "Ah, this is like the clever Huang Rong encountering Hong Qigong, a culinary skill that surpasses martial arts"

Aomu Yang instinctively took a step back, and the large yellow dog pounced on him without attacking; it merely rubbed its head vigorously against his pant leg, circling around him while whimpering.

The white fur on the top of the big yellow dog's head reminded him of a puppy he once raised, so he tentatively called out: "General?!"

Ao Fugui took the tourists to the fishing village, while Ao Mu Yang returned home by himself

Aomu Yang smiled and said, "You know my swimming skills well enough."

Wang Dongliang recalled the fear of being controlled underwater, his face turned pale as he stomped his foot and said, "Let's go, let's get down to business, and find Brother Long at Hongyang Wharf."

Upon seeing this, Ao Mu Yang began to stomp on the water with both feet in quick succession, dragging him out of the water as if he were lifting a grass carp by its tail

A young man with a face full of acne eagerly exclaimed: "I will come!"

Ao Fugui, fearing that the people of Wangjia Village would continue to cause trouble, increased the speed of the iron boat to its maximum.

At that moment, a fisherman from the same village as Wang Dongliang surfaced to breathe. Upon seeing Ao Mu Yang, he looked as if he had seen a ghost, shivering several times before pointing at him and exclaiming: "What on earth, you you you you ... ... "

The two villages have been feuding for a long time. Although Ao Mu Yang has a calm temperament, he still cannot bring himself to be in a good mood when facing the people of Wangjia Village

Ao Fugui started the iron-clad boat, and a roar of noise erupted. Ao Fugui laughed heartily and said, "Let's go!"

"Then Guo Jing, you have been in the capital for all these years, why haven't you brought back a Huang Rong?" Ao Fugui continued to ask

He sat at the bow of the boat and asked, "Yangzi, what happened just now? How could you hold your breath in the water for so long?"

The balding man quickly said: "Oh no, he has vomited water and still cannot wake up; it seems that artificial respiration is needed."

Looking at the lowly village houses, a feeling reminiscent of 'fifteen years of military service, returning home at eighty' surged within his heart

Hearing the sound of barking, Ao Mu Yang was taken aback. Had wild dogs taken over his home?

In the same year, the old dog followed his parents out to sea and did not return. In despair, Ao Mu Yang left the village, this place of sorrow, to venture out into the world, and the general he had raised for less than a year was given to a relative.

The large yellow dog, which had been barking angrily at him, abruptly ceased its growling upon hearing his shout

The young man, feeling wronged, covered his face and said: "It's me, Brother Liang, it's Da Jun, I'm giving you artificial respiration."

In Longtou Village, there is a unique breed of water dog, specifically this large yellow dog in front of Aomuyang, locally known as the Jin Duanmao. They are named for their golden yellow and short, fine fur

Calm down, calm down, this Ao Mu Yang is a bit strange, we all saw it, he has been underwater for a long time, can he hold his breath for that long

The village is built against the mountain, located at the foot of the hill, with a lake to the east and the sea in front. It boasts beautiful scenery with mountains and water, and favorable geomancy with the mountains facing the sea, yet it struggles to develop.

In water, Ao Mu Yang is even stronger than on land, with oxygen flowing into his entire skin, and his mitochondria operating at full capacity, providing him with a substantial amount of energy

It is noon, the sun is scorching, and there are not many people outside the house

What does Longtou Village want to stir up? Let's deal with them

Wang Dongliang stomped his foot in anger and said: "He isn't dead, is he? Damn it, he is the one who drowned me!"

Some young women are pure and kind-hearted; upon seeing his handsome appearance and outstanding physique, they express their affection for him. However, he never dares to respond. They may not understand, but he should.

Seeing the large yellow dog, Ao Mu Yang hesitated somewhat. This dog has a coat of yellow fur, but there is a tuft of white fur on its forehead. It has a rather large frame, but is emaciated due to a lack of nutrition

To his surprise, the first living being he encountered upon returning to the village was not an old acquaintance, but an old dog that had been waiting for him for many years

It was not until he was so exasperated that he rolled his eyes that Ao Mu Yang finally snorted coldly and let him go

After more than an hour of turbulence at sea, the iron boat finally docked at the small pier in the village

Fishing villages have a tradition of raising water retrievers, a practice observed worldwide. For instance, fishermen in Newfoundland, Canada, have developed the Labrador Retriever and the Newfoundland dog, while fishermen in the Algarve region of Portugal have water dogs, and Ireland is known for the Irish Water Spaniel.

Aomu Yang was too lazy to say much to him. He pushed the nearly fainted Wang Dongliang over and said coldly: "Take good care of your young master. I don't know how you serve as servants. If it weren't for this fool of mine, he would have drowned down there."

At this moment, Ao Mu Yang confirmed that this was the little yellow dog he had raised all those years ago; it had now grown so large, and had even become an old dog!

Ao Fugui surfaced and saw Ao Mu Yang. He was overjoyed and swam over, directly embracing him, exclaiming: "Ah, ah, ah, you are not dead, Yangzi, you are not dead!"

There are many young women in Kyoto; it is not that he has not encountered suitable ones, nor is it that the young women are all overly selective and unwilling to associate with him

Ao Mu Yang slowly opened his eyes and saw Wang Dong Liang's chubby face contorted in various ways, unsure whether it was from fear or choking on seawater

Wang Dongliang struggled to break free, and soon he could no longer hold his breath. His face turned bright red, his eyes were bloodshot, and a series of bubbles "gudu gudu" emerged from his mouth and nose. He was on the verge of suffocating!

He licked his lips, knelt before Wang Dongliang, took a deep breath, pressed his mouth against him, and forcefully blew in as if inflating a balloon

He stared intently at Wang Dongliang, while the latter frantically shook his legs to tread water, attempting to maintain his balance and gain strength to break free from the restraints of his hands

Aomu Yang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Have you watched too many martial arts dramas? Even if you want to make a comparison, I am still Guo Jing."

It carefully scrutinized Ao Mu Yang, then raised its head and sniffed, after which its tail, which was hanging down behind, suddenly perked up and wagged, and then it pounced on him as if it had gone mad

He took out the key and turned it in the lock. As he pushed open the front door, a loud barking sound erupted: "Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

On the fishing boat, Wang Dongliang's large mouth transformed into a fountain, and before long, it spewed out quite a bit of water, yet he still did not wake up.

Not far from the village entrance is his old house, which has not been tidied up for five or six years, and the old house is in a rather dilapidated state

However, those who are close to him understand his situation. As a young man from a fishing village without a car, a house, or a household registration, what can he use to pursue someone? If he were to win her over, how could he support her?

Ao Mu Yang walked from the village dock all the way home, and surprisingly did not encounter a single acquaintance. He came across a few children playing together, but they did not know each other, and some even mistook him for a tourist

Others were immediately enraged and shouted: "Chase them, they won't get far!"

The wooden door is worn and tattered, the threshold is missing, leaving a large hole. It is unclear what frequently passes through, but the entrance that experiences friction is indeed shiny.

In fact, the marine environment of Longtou Village is quite good, with the sea in front of the village being relatively deep, making it easy to develop a fine harbor. However, behind them are high mountains, which obstruct the transportation of goods once they are brought ashore, as all routes for development are blocked by mountains and stones

This yellow dog is a puppy born to the family's old dog. At that time, Ao Mu Yang was in his third year of high school and chose the strongest one to keep, naming it 'General', while the other puppies were given away.

Wang Dongliang struggled to stand up, and he shouted: "I would rather die than have you give me artificial respiration! Where is that scoundrel Ao Mu Yang?"

The people of Wangjia Village dragged Wang Dongliang onto the boat, and now it was their turn to be anxious. They hurriedly pressed on Wang Dongliang's abdomen to expel the water, as they were all experienced fishermen and knew that their captain was drowning.

They have left, what happened?

The Aomu family has always raised water retrievers, which, after skilled training, can assist in net pulling, catching waterfowl, and diving to drive fish, demonstrating exceptional abilities

Aomu Yang chuckled and said, "Let's take a break, no more talking."

The sound of barking quickly approached, and a large, rough-coated, dull-colored yellow dog came running out, baring its teeth.