Outside the village, there is a sea pond that curves slightly outward.

It was the first magnificent building I saw as a child!

She stopped the intrusion of seawater and ensured that the fields in the pond could harvest grain every year, so as to solve the problem of food and clothing for the villagers.

It's a humble seawall, but it's the lifeline of the village.

The pond is 500 meters long and is made of boulders and earth.

Facing the seaside is a neat row of stones, the inside is mud, the base of the pond is 5 to 6 meters wide, and the pond surface is only about 2 meters.

Due to the sinking of the soil, the stones on the outer edge are 2-30 cm higher than the pavement formed by soil compaction.

When we were children, we used to sit on large flat rocks, looking inward and looking closely at the adults working in the fields, and looking at the smoke from the scattered houses at regular intervals.

Looking out at the sea, the tide rises and falls.

Sometimes, in order to be in a hurry, we will pick up all kinds of conch that receded with the tide, and we will sit on the stone in advance and wait for the mud to come out of the water at the highest point, which we call "waiting for the tide water", and the harvest must be the most seafood at that time.

The mud dam of the sea pond is covered with grass, and cattle and sheep graze there from time to time.

When the tide is high, if it is the first day of the new year or the fifteenth day of the great tide, the tide will hit the pond surface. Pedestrians will walk on the slope on the inside, slowly carving out a path.

People from outside the village want to cross, and there are two roads to choose from in our village.

One is along the outer mountain mouth in the east, down a few tens of meters of mountain road to Haitang, and then through the beach stone road below the outer chongtou in the west, you will arrive at the area of Dasha Commune.

So our village is the border between big sand and small sand.

At high tide, the stone road to the beach to the west is flooded, and you can only take the "main road" that runs halfway up the hill through the village.

The road is a dirt road that can be driven, and it is said that it was built by the Japanese during the occupation of Zhoushan by forcing local laborers to be recruited.

When I was in elementary school, I took a bittersweet class, and I heard a passage passed down by the elders: "Do the big road, eat corn paste, and your life is still in the headquarters." ”

I heard that the so-called Japanese headquarters in Zhoushan at that time was only 1 to 200 people, and it is strange to think about it.

I've asked a lot of people when the pond was built, but they haven't answered.

That was more than 100 years ago.

In fact, there is more than one such pond in the village.

Between the rice fields and the cotton fields, there is a middle pond, which is significantly higher than the two sides. The top mound has a few scattered stones on the outer edge.

The paddy fields inside are also divided into 2 to 3 levels, and the highest paddy field is dug out of the upper layer of dirt and there is fine sand underneath.

In the early years, the eldest brother built the building by taking sand from the highest field called "Gao Ermu" contracted to him, and occasionally dug up the rotten ship board that was buried deeply.

In other words, the land on which the village depended used to be a beach where the tide came in and out.

For this, I am filled with infinite respect for our ancestors.

How difficult it is to change the sea into a mulberry field!

What a bold man!

Now, the pond where I played as a child is long gone.

Its original site has been turned into a six-lane ring road.

Outside are a series of high-rise factories.

The original low-tide line was a standard seawall made of cement and reinforced stone and a large ferry pier built on the seashore at the end of the mud in childhood.

Last year, on National Day, I took my golden retriever egg roll to the beach and saw a timetable for buses from the dock to Ningbo. In addition to the surprise, not only sighed:

What's more, the sea has become a mulberry field!