If Chuansha (川沙) — being outside of the outer ring — is on the edge of Shanghai, then this is the edge of the edge. No man’s land, just outside of Chuansha.
Some live here in old buildings (but a dog barks me away), others grow crops, and others like me take a stroll.
This basically is Chuansha’s unsupervised community garden.
One leftover sign (of a plot now upended) basically says if you steal stuff here, your whole family will be doomed.
Not from yesterday but from around the same area, with a warning of poison on the crops to fend off thieves.