Chapter 1

Fang Xing is very hi. As a migrant worker, he won a five-day trip to the United States.

"Can you change it into money?" Fang Xing sat in the small rental room, waiting for the response from the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, sir, no!"

Fang woke up and continued to ask, "can I give this opportunity to others?" he had already thought about it. Xiao Liu in the same workshop has always dreamed of traveling abroad. As long as he gives a 50% discount, Ya will certainly agree.

"Sorry, I can't! This lucky draw is linked to the ID card, so the parties can only have this right."

"Shit!"

……

Three days later, New York City.

Following the guide in front, Fang Xing walked lazily behind. On the left is New York port, which has an annual throughput of hundreds of millions of tons.

In August, there were several large ships parked outside the port, and the transport vehicles pulled the goods in the huge warehouse to the side of the ship like worker bees.

"Wow! There are so many warehouses, so big!" a middle-aged woman screamed, pointing to the warehouse, and was stunned by the open-air yard and container yard.

A man showed off and explained, "this is the largest port in the United States. Food, daily necessities and various industrial products enter and leave the port here. This place stores at least millions of tons of things."

At this time, a refrigerated truck came from the wharf towards the warehouse. There was a big black spot at the end of the truck, like a black hole. And from the side, the black spot actually crossed the sea directly. I don't know where the other end is connected.

The black hole gradually expands in situ, and everything around it is swallowed up.

"Ah! There is a ghost, run!" the woman was the first to find the abnormality. She ran in the opposite direction with agility inconsistent with her bloated figure.

"Run!" the people at the dock and the tour group are running for their lives, and Fang Xing is no exception.

The black hole expanded faster and faster, and soon swallowed up the whole warehouse area, followed by the open-air storage yard

"Brother is a good sprinter, you wait. Er..." Fang xingcai, who fell behind the team, will start running, but the black hole is coming

……

During the reign of Yongle, Peiping was always called Peiping because of the disharmony of place names!!!

Fang hung Chien, the former head of the Ministry of officials, died and was buried today.

As a guy who was dismissed by the emperor, Fang hung Chien was just 35 years old and died of depression. For his funeral, Fang Xingzhen, his only son, was pure filial piety. He actually sold all the main houses, so he managed the funeral commendably.

But today, just after the funeral, a Chinese came to the door with taboo.

After the Chinese people left with their papers and keepsakes, a scream came from Fang's house, where they had to move immediately

"Come on! The young master fainted!"

……

Three years later

... being filial for three years is what every filial son should do. But when he moved out of Fang's house, Fang Xing was very happy when he went to a small village on the outskirts of Peiping, because he was always in a muddle and didn't need to abide by any cumbersome rules.

This small village has more than 300 mu of land and employs more than 40 families. The land is still fertile, but people's hearts are a little unstable.

In a three-way house, a man in his forties was directing two servants to dismantle those filial piety things.

"Housekeeper Fang, the young master is awake! The young master is awake!"

A servant girl in a blue Bijia ran over excitedly. She held a bowl full of milk in her hand. Regardless of the difference between men and women, she grabbed the sleeve of a middle-aged man and took it back to the hospital.

Fang Jielun trembled at the corners of his mouth, covered his heart with his hands, and hurried to the back with his servant girl.

In a bedroom in the main courtyard, Fang woke up. He barely moved his stiff body and looked at the antique room in fear.

"Where am I? I'm not outside New York harbor?"

Looking at the pale and thin arm and touching one's long hair, I woke up depressed.

"Young master, are you really sober? Xiaobai, if you dare to lie to me, i... I..."

After a burst of footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang waking up, the tears fell down.

"Young master! Woo woo!"

Looking at the two men and women in ancient clothes who were kneeling on the ground crying, Fang woke up and was shocked.

Brother, did you cross?

And still a young master?

As soon as Fang Xing's eyes turned, he pretended to be a 'kind' smile, trembled, stretched out his hand and said, "get up, I'm a little dizzy."

After the middle-aged man got up excitedly, he hurried to help Fang wake up, and then said, "young master, you have been dizzy for three years. Of course you have to be dizzy!"

Fang Xing was delighted: "but I seem to have forgotten a lot!"

"Young master, as long as you wake up, I'll tell you what you forget."

……

Half a day later, Fang woke up tired. Jay Fang and Xiaobai also said they were tired, so they let him rest.

Lying in bed, Fang woke up and touched his pajamas, his heart stirring.

Three years later, the original owner of the body was similar to dementia. Although he had milk and chicken soup every day, and even ginseng soup from time to time, he finally followed his father today. It was cheaper. Fang Xing came from New York port.

In the year of Yongle, Fang woke up to know that it was the year of the Emperor Yongle, but at present, the capital of the Ming Dynasty is in Nanjing, and Beijing at this time is still called Peiping.

The original owner was already grieving for his father's death. On the last day of the funeral, he was actually withdrawn. As a result, he couldn't accept it for a moment and fell into a coma.

"I'm a young master? Ha ha!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand and wanted to bite to see if he was dreaming.

"Eh! What is this? I don't have a tattoo!"

On Fang Xing's right arm, a boat anchor pattern is very eye-catching. Fang Xing rubbed his eyes and bit it.

"Ow! It hurts!"

In a daze, Fang Xing felt that he had entered a huge space, which was full of things. Rows of warehouses, dense containers

"I'll go! Where is this?"

Fang woke up a little scared and timidly walked to the door of a warehouse. With a push, the door opened.

This is a cold storage. There is a faint white air in it. Large pieces of beef are stacked neatly.

Fang Xing picked up a piece of beef. In June, the frozen beef made his hands numb.

"Why doesn't the ice here melt?" Fang Xing was surprised, and then went to another warehouse, which contained rice and Thai fragrant rice.

After seeing more than ten warehouses in a row, Fang woke up. He walked to an office nearby, but he was even more shocked.

There was a cup of coffee on the desk in the office. He reached out and touched it. It was hot.

"Lying trough!"

Surprised and happy, Fang Xinggang scolded, and as a result, he reappeared on the carved wooden bed.

"Isn't this an illusion?" Fang Xing bit the anchor again without hesitation.

"I'm coming in again! Ha ha!" standing in this vast space, Fang woke up and laughed proudly on his hips.

Next, Fang Xing tested his ability to bring things in and out. Sure enough, after an idea, he can bring things out and in.

Fang Xing looked at the frozen beef in his hand tremblingly, "brother developed! Brother developed!"

Where he didn't see it, there was also a warehouse and container. Those square characters showed where they came from