Fang Xing was very excited. As a worker, he actually won a five-day tour of the United States.

"Can it be exchanged for money?" Fang Xing sat in the small rental house, waiting for the response from the other end of the phone in anticipation.

"Sorry, sir, no!"

Fang Xing continued to ask unwillingly: "Can I give this opportunity to others?" He had already thought about it. Xiao Liu in the same workshop had always dreamed of traveling abroad. As long as he had a 50% discount, he would definitely agree.

"Sorry, no! This lottery is linked to the ID card, so it can only be the parties involved have this right."

"grass!"

...

Three days later, New York City.

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

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

"Wow! There are so many warehouses, so big!" A middle-aged woman exclaimed at the warehouse, and was stunned by the open-air yard and container site.

A man next to him showed off his flaunt: "This is the largest port in the United States. Food, daily necessities, and various industrial products are all in and out of the port. This place contains less than millions of tons of things."

At this time, a refrigerated truck drove towards the warehouse from the dock. There was a big black dot at the rear, which looked like a black hole. Moreover, from the side, this black dot actually crossed the sea directly, and I don’t know where the end was connected.

The black hole gradually expanded in place, and everything around it was swallowed up.

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

"Run!" The people at the pier and the people in the tour group were running for their lives, and Fang Xing was no exception.

The black hole expanded faster and faster, and soon swallowed the entire warehouse area, followed by an open-air yard...

"Brother is a sprinter, you guys are waiting. Uh..." Fang Xing, who was at the end of the team, was about to start running, but the black hole came...

...

During the Yongle period, Peking - in order to prevent the place names from being harmonious, it has been called Peking since then!!!

Fang Hongjian, the former head of the Ministry of Personnel, died of his life and will be buried today.

As a guy who was dismissed from office by the emperor, Fang Hongjian died of depression only at the age of 35. For his funeral, his only son Fang Xing was really filial and actually sold his main house, which made the funeral remarkable.

But just today when the funeral was finished, a middle-aged man came to the door with a taboo.

After the middle-aged man left with the documents and tokens with satisfaction, a scream came from Fang Mansion, which had to move immediately...

"Come on now! The young master fainted!"

...

Three years later...

...After filial piety for three years, this is what every filial son should do, but when he moved out of Fang Mansion and went to a small village in the suburbs of Peking, Fang Xing was very happy because he was in a daze and did not need to abide by any cumbersome rules.

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

In a three-entry house, a man in his forties was commanding two servants to demolish the mourning things.

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

A maid wearing a blue-colored A-like ran over with excitement. She held a bowl in her hand, full of milk. Regardless of the difference between men and women, she grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and took it to the backyard.

Jielun's lips trembled, his hands covered his heart, and hurriedly ran back with the maid.

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

"Where am I? Am I outside New York Harbor?"

Looking at his pale and thin arms and touching his long hair, he woke up from depression.

"Young Master, is your young master really awake? Xiaobai, if you dare to lie to me, I...I..."

After a while of footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw him sitting against the bed, tears fell down.

"Young Master! Woo woo woo woo woo!"

Fang Xing was shocked when he looked at the two men and women in ancient costumes kneeling on the ground howling.

Did you travel through time?

And it's the young master?

Fang Xing's eyes turned, and he pretended to be a 'kind' smile, and trembled with his hand to Xu Fu and said, "I'm a little dizzy when you get up."

The middle-aged man stood up excitedly, hurried to support Fang Xing, and then said, "Young Master, you have been in a drowsy three years, of course you will be dizzy!"

Fang Xing was secretly happy: "But I seem to have forgotten a lot of things!"

"Young Master, it's good if you wake up. I'll tell you the things you have forgotten."

...

Half a day later, Fang Xing was tired when he heard this, and Jay Fang and Xiaobai also said they were tired, so he asked him to rest.

Lying on the bed, Fang Xing touched his pajamas, and his heart was filled with excitement.

The original owner of this body was similar to dementia for three years. Although there were milk and chicken soup every day, and even ginseng soup from time to time, today he finally followed his father and was cheaper to wake up from New York Harbor.

In the year of Yongle, Fang Xing knew that it was the reign of the Emperor Yongle, but the capital of the Ming Dynasty is currently in Nanjing, and the BJ at this time was still called Peiping.

The original owner was already sad about his father's death, and on the last day of the funeral, he was actually quit. As a result, he couldn't accept it for a while and fell into a drowsiness.

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

"Hey! What's this? I don't have a tattoo!"

On Fang Xing's right arm, an anchor pattern was very eye-catching. Fang Xing rubbed his eyes and bit it in one bite.

"Ao! It hurts so much!"

In a daze, Fang Xing felt that he had entered a huge space, and the space was filled with things. Rows of warehouses, dense containers...

"I'll go! Where is this?"

Fang Xing was a little scared and walked to the door of a warehouse with his hands and feet tightened. He pushed it and the door opened.

This is a cold storage, with a white air inside, and large pieces of beef are neatly piled up.

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

"Why is the ice here not melting?" Fang Xing was surprised, and then went to another warehouse, where rice was placed, and Thai fragrant rice.

After looking at more than a dozen warehouses in a row, Fang Xing was confused. He walked to an office next to him, but was even more shocked.

There was a cup of coffee on the table in the office. He reached out and touched it and it turned out to be hot.

"Damn!"

Fang Xing, who was surprised, just cursed, but he turned out to appear on the carved wooden bed again.

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

"I'm in again! Hahaha!" Standing in this vast space, Fang Xing smiled proudly with his hips on his hips.

Next, Fang Xing tested his ability to bring things in and out. Sure enough, after a thought, he could bring things out and also bring things in.

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