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As we all know, the sea is violent, turbulent and greedy, with gaps everywhere, eroding the landing land. Fortunately, for thousands of years, there was a long and wide stone wall to protect the land in the worst-hit area of Sweden, and that stone wall was Buhus Province.

This wall only covers the land between Dalsland province and the sea, and is not particularly high, just like the coastal dams and breakwaters. The fence is made up of very large rock walls, and in some places even the whole continuous mountain range is filled in. Moreover, it is impossible to build a protective dam with pebbles that can resist the wind and waves that break the bank for such a long distance from Idfjord to Youde River.

Such a large-scale construction project can't be built in our time. That fence must have been built a long time ago. However, the stars have been turning for a long time and the walls have been mottled. The huge rock walls are not crowded together as they were at the beginning. There are wide and deep cracks in the middle, and there are both farmland and houses at the bottom of the cracks. However, the cliff has not completely fallen apart, and people can still see that they once belonged to the same wall.

The fence near the mainland is still intact. A large part of the fence is intact and twists and turns without interruption. There are many deep and long cracks in the middle of the fence. The cracks were filled with water, and a lake was formed at the bottom of the cracks. The fence by the beach is incomplete, and every rock wall has collapsed like a hill.

Only when people stand on the coast and look at the wall can they really understand that the big wall stands there not only to please people. At first, it must have been extremely powerful. Later, the sea water infiltrated from six or seven places and extended into the gulf dozens of kilometers on land. One end of the fence has been submerged in the water, only the top of the cliff is still exposed on the water. In this way, an island group consisting of large and small rocky islands is formed, and the strongest impact of strong winds and waves is first resisted by them.

Some people may think that since Buhus Province is just a broad cliff, it must be a barren mountain. In fact, although the hills and hilltops in Buhus Province are bare, fertile soil is deposited in all the cracks on the cliffs. Although the land there is not open, it is very suitable for farming and breeding. In winter, coastal areas are not as cold as inland areas. In leeward places, delicate trees and plants that can't grow and survive even in the southern province of Scanay can survive here.

Don't forget, Buhus Province is located in the same wealth of mankind on the whole earth, that is, on the edge of the Wang Yang Sea. People in Buhus Province may not have to build and maintain roads, but they still have a way to go. They don't have to graze and look after the cattle, but they can still enjoy success. They don't need to improve and build barns, but they still have traction capacity to serve. Therefore, they don't depend on agriculture or animal husbandry for a living like others. They don't have to be afraid to live on a rocky island that has been hit by strong winds, and they don't have to be afraid to live on a beach desert where even a small piece of potatoes can't be cultivated. Because they know in their hearts that the vast and rich sea will provide everything they need.

As we all know, the ocean is rich in products, but the risk of dealing with the ocean can not be ignored. Those who want to make money from the sea must skillfully memorize all bays, shoals, reefs and rapids, and know almost every reef on the seabed like the back of their hands. He must be able to steer the ship in storms and dense fog. He must be able to tell the direction of sailing in the dark. He must recognize the omen of weather change from the slightest place and know that a storm is coming. He must be able to endure cold and humidity. He must know the swimming direction of fish and shrimp, and he must be able to cast heavy fishing nets in the rough sea. In short, he must have a brave heart in his chest, and he should not be afraid of fighting the sea every day.

In the early morning, geese fly south over Buhus Province, and the Rocky Islands are quiet and serene. They saw several small fishing villages, but no one walked up and down the narrow streets, and no one went in and out of those small houses painted in colorful colors. Rows of brown fishing nets are neatly drying outside the house. Green or blue fishing boats have lowered their sails and moored on the shore. These fishing boats are full of fish and look heavy. Rows of wooden stools near fishing boats are also empty. Usually, many women are busy cleaning up bearded fish and halibut here.

The geese flew over several pilot stations, and the house where the pilot lived was painted black and white. The lighthouse stands beside the house. The pilot's small steamboat was moored at the dock. It was quiet all around, and it seemed that no ship needed the help of a pilot to sail into the narrow waterway.

The geese flew over the small coastal cities, and the beaches in the cities were closed. All the flags on the flagpole have landed, and the beautiful summer house has closed its doors and windows. Few people walked on the dock, only a few elderly old captains paced up and down the dock, staring at the sea reluctantly.

Around the bay that reached the land and on the east side of each island, these geese saw several farms. Ships ready to set out for the Baltic Sea to catch herring are also quietly moored on the dock. Farm owners lead employees to dig potatoes, or stand under a tall pea rack to dry peas, and from time to time reach out to feel whether the peas are dry.

There are many workers working in big quarries and shipyards. They skillfully waved their sledgehammers and axes, but from time to time they turned to the sea, as if eager to get rid of heavy work and jump into the blue waves for a swim.

Birds on the island are as quiet as humans. Several cormorants woke up from their dreams and left the cliff where they slept, flew over one cliff after another and slowly flew to the place where they fished. Seagulls abandoned the sea and wandered on land like crows.

But there was a very different scene. A flock of seagulls suddenly flew out of the farmland and scrambled to fly south. The geese hardly had time to ask where they were going, and the seagulls didn't bother to answer. The cormorant jumped up from the water, flapped its wings heavily and followed the seagulls. Dolphins walk in the water like black spikes. A group of seals slipped into the water from the flat reef and swam south.

"What happened? What's the matter? " Asked the goose. They finally got the answer from a long-tailed duck. "The news of the Mars coast to herring! The news of herring came from the coast of Mas! "

Not only birds and marine animals act quickly, but also human beings get conclusive news. The first flood of herring came here near the island. As a result, people rushed to tell each other in the smooth slate street of the fishing village. The fishing boat was packed and ready to go to sea, and people carefully put the long trawl on board. The women sent food and tarpaulins to the boat. Men came out of the house in a panic and ran in the street, putting their coats on their bodies.

Soon, brown and gray sails were everywhere in the bay, and the cheerful shouts and greetings between ships turned into noise. The young girls climbed to the big stone on the steep slope behind the house and waved goodbye to the people who went to sea. The pilots were sure that they would come soon, so they all put on long rubber boots and prepared small motorboats. Some people stood on the lookout to observe the movement. From the fjord, a small steamboat with empty barrels and boxes came out. The farmers put down their potato shovels and the shipbuilders left the dock. Those weather-beaten old captains can't sit still at home. They had no choice but to follow the steamboat south, at least to witness the scene of catching herring.

The geese reached the Maas coast without much effort. The news of the herring came from the west and headed for the coast through the beacon light of Hamnai Reef. In the open bay between Maas Coast and Padnustel Island, fishing boats are divided into groups of three, and they travel in groups of three. As long as the water is black and there are small waves, fishermen know there must be herring there. They drove the fishing boat there and carefully cast a net on the water. They spread the net round, and then pulled the dragline tightly from the bottom, so that the herring seemed to be put into a big bag. Then, they dragged the trawl tightly, and the space in the net became smaller and smaller, and the lively fish crowded together tightly. They just pulled the fishing net out of the water and poured the shiny herring into the cabin.

Several fleets have gained a lot, with fish on board, from the bilge to the ship's side. The fishermen's knees were not in the fish, and even the poncho hat and yellow tarpaulin coat were covered with shiny fish scales.

Trawlers still hear the news. Some wander around looking for fish-like treasures. Some spilled it hard, but it was empty when it was pulled up, and there was no fish. When the fishing boat was full, the fishermen rowed the boat to a big steamboat moored in the bay and sold the fish. There are also some fishing boats that sail to the coast of Maas and unload the fish on the dock. The women workers cleaning herring there have been busy cleaning up at the long wooden table. The washed herring is packed in wooden cases and barrels. The whole street is covered with fish scales.

This is really a busy scene in full swing. People were dazzled by the joy of finding treasure from the sea and pouring out so much glittering silver from the waves. The geese circled the Maas coast several times in order to let the boys have a good look and share the joy of this harvest.

Soon after, the boy asked the goose to fly on. He didn't say why he left there quickly, but it's not hard to guess his mind. You know, among fishermen, heroes and outstanding figures abound. Most of them are burly big men, their faces under the rain hat are resolute and calm, and their appearance looks heroic and indomitable. Every little boy wants to be like them when he grows up. Now that boys themselves are not as big as herring, how can they feel better when they look at them?