Chapter 676 Dragon House

Hearing that his eldest sister was about to return to her parents' home, Yang Zi's worried heart dropped a little. In today's world, the sea is safer than the shore.

"Wuzi! Dad asked you to come over."

Hearing this from the second brother in the boat canopy, Yang child quickly responded, knelt down and washed his hands in the water, then stood up and walked towards the boat canopy.

The inside of the canopy is not big, so Yang can just walk in without having to bend down.

"Come! Wuwazi, toast!" Chi Baishui, Yang's father, pulled him over and thrust a glass of wine into his hand.

Although Yang kid didn't drink, looking at the old people looking at him, he still poured it into his mouth.

But this wine is very strange, full of fishy smell, which makes people want to vomit.

Seeing the look on Yang's face, the others burst into laughter.

"How about it, Wu Wazi, are you not used to drinking it? This is white fish wine, a good thing, you can drink it and it can cure diseases! You will get used to it as you drink it from now on." Chi Baishui put his hand hard on Yang Child's back He patted it and laughed together.

"Fish wine? Fish can also make wine?" As a cook, Yang Zi had never seen this kind of thing before.

"This is so fresh to say. Of course fish can also make wine, come on!" Chi Baishui pulled him to the table.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, we started to talk about business. The drunk Chi Baishui took a sip of wine and said: "Wuzi, since you are back, I will go to the Dragon King Temple to re-enter the dragon household tomorrow morning. I’ll buy you another boat so you can fish hard and live with your wife.”

Hearing this, Yang child was slightly stunned. Buying a boat? Fishing? Live life? These were not within the scope of his consideration.

Seeing Yang child like this, Chi Baishui's face sank, "What? Are you going to leave anyway? Then what are you doing back?"

Hearing that his biological father, whom he had not seen for a long time, seemed angry, Child Yang suddenly panicked. "Dad, no, it really isn't."

"Okay, that's it, let's get out."

Seeing her husband walking out of the boat canopy with a confused look on his face, Zhao Xiumei, who was peeling crab shells, quickly stood up and ran over.

"Master, what's going on? Aren't you having a feast? Why do you look like this?"

Yang child looked at her in a daze, "Xiumei, my father asked me not to leave and to live here. What do you think?"

Zhao Xiumei turned around and looked at the wooden boats hanging with swaying oil lamps on the distant sea, as well as the families on the boats. "I can marry a chicken, a chicken, a dog, or a dog. It's up to you."

After hearing what the other party said, Yang child didn't say anything in the end. He just sat back on the bow of the boat and continued eating with his brothers and sisters.

After eating the water mat, Yang child, who was lying on the hanging net, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. On the one hand, they are the new family members they have met, and on the other hand, they are the brothers who saved him and shared life and death along the way.

Of course he wants to have both sides, but this may be difficult to do. It seems that he can only choose one side.

In this drowsiness, Yang child fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he saw his own mother looking at him tenderly, as if she was afraid that he would run away again.

Child Yang suddenly felt a warmth in his heart. He had never felt this kind of worry about his family before.

"Wuzi, are you awake? Let me take you to the Dragon King Temple. Your father is waiting for you." Hearing this, Yang child nodded, stood up and helped his mother go down the stairs to the outside of the cabin.

Regardless of whether he stays or goes back, he still has to enter this ancestral hall. After all, he belongs to this family.

Walking along a ship, Yang child and his mother came to the group of wooden buildings located on the sea. The high and low paths were difficult to walk, and it was easy to kick other people's debris from time to time.

However, the people who live here have very good attitudes, and they all cast kind eyes on the Yang child.

During this period, Yang wanted to ask his mother if he wanted his family to follow him to Niuxin Village. Life there was obviously much better than fishing at sea.

Not enough. Apparently he had forgotten that his mother was deaf. He talked for a long time and got no feedback.

"Forget it, let's talk to dad about it later after entering the ancestral genealogy."

After walking along the path for a while, a temple with very wide eaves appeared in front of them. The wide eaves blocked all the light, making Child Yang look a little depressed.

"Let's go, don't keep your father waiting. He has a bad temper." Yang's mother pulled Yang and walked inside.

After walking in, Yang child looked at a huge painting in the distance with a shocked expression. This huge painting in dark tones looks particularly mysterious under the white smoke of incense.

"Mom, what is that?" Yang child was about to raise his finger when his mother pressed it down.

"Don't point fingers, it's very disrespectful to the Dragon King."

"Lord Dragon? But isn't this a black snake?" In the painting in the distance, a huge black pupil-less snake was nestled in it.

"Hey, our Dragon King looks like this. Hurry up and burn incense. In the past, the Dragon King was sometimes efficacious, but now the Dragon King is efficacious!"

Under the urging of his own mother, Yang child solemnly offered incense to the Dragon Prince in the painting, and also bowed and kowtowed to the Dragon Prince three times very seriously.

Just as Yang was kowtowing, a group of people came out, including Chi Baishui and the old people who had dinner in the boat tent last night.

It's just that they wore a robe today, with brown clothes on top, Shang Shang on the bottom, and a robe on the outside, which made them look very solemn.

Yang child took a closer look and found that their robes were covered with fish scales and seemed to be made of fish skin.

Just when Yang was wondering whether he had entered the Long household, he saw an old man with a white beard step forward, take out a scroll of bamboo slips and read to the portrait.

Yang Zi didn't understand the other party's words at all. His words had a strong accent, and his cadence sounded like singing.

However, there was a name that reappeared several times, and Child Yang could barely identify it. That name was Ao Wuzhi.

"Kneel down~~" After hearing this, Yang child immediately knelt down to the giant painting again.

When he finished his three bows and nine kowtows, Yang child saw the old men wearing fish skin robes surrounding him, looking at him solemnly.

Before Kid Yang could understand what was going on, Chi Baishui came up and took off Kid Yang's clothes.

Immediately afterwards, the fish bone with ink fell on the child Yang, causing him to feel a heartbreaking pain.

Subconsciously, he wanted to stand up, but found that he couldn't move. There was more than just ink in the fish bone.

Yang child was kneeling like this, squinting at his nervous parents, while enduring the fish bones that left patches on his body, like the fish scale tattoos on other people.