Qing'ao Village is backed by a mountain and faces the sea. When the tide is low, the tidal flat stretches for hundreds of acres. There are bamboo shoots, mushrooms and wild animals on the mountain, and there are razor clams, clams, fish and shrimp in the sea.
Three years after Su Changhai was killed at sea, 18-year-old Su Qinghe took over the bamboo basket and followed the tidal formula to support the family with one foot in mud and one foot in water.
In spring, they dig bamboo shoots and catch razor clams, in summer they dry fish to make sauce, in autumn they harvest rice and chestnuts, and in winter they pickle vegetables and chop firewood. The longan tree in the yard bears fruit every year, and the fire on the stove never goes out.
Orion Lu Dashan from the same village has broad shoulders and few words. He can hunt when he goes up the mountain and can do carpentry when he goes down the mountain. He didn't know how to say nice things, but when she came back from the sea and cut a cut on her foot, he squatted down and applied medicine; he found the shrimp paste she made too salty, but he ate two bowls of rice.
Life goes by like this - planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, the tide rises and falls, and the water flows slowly.
There is no golden finger, no time travel and rebirth, just a small courtyard, a family, and fireworks across the four seasons between the mountains and the sea.
