Chapter 1

Fang Xing was very happy. As a worker, he actually won a five-day trip to the United States in a lottery.

"Can it be exchanged for money?" Fang Xing, sitting in his small rented room, eagerly awaited the response on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, sir, it can't be!"

Fang Xing, not giving up, asked again, "Can I give this opportunity to someone else?" He had already thought about it; the young Liu in the same workshop had always dreamed of traveling abroad. If he offered a 50% discount, he would definitely agree.

"Sorry, no! This lottery is linked to your ID, so only the winner has this right."

"Damn!"

...

Three days later, New York City.

Following the guide in front, Fang Xing walked lazily behind. On the left was the New York Harbor, a major port with an annual throughput of tens of millions of tons.

In the scorching heat of August, several large ships were docked outside the port. Transport vehicles, like worker bees, were moving goods from the vast warehouses to the ships.

"Wow! So many warehouses, so big!" A middle-aged woman pointed at the cluster of warehouses and was then stunned by the open storage areas and container yards.

A man next to her boasted, "This is the largest port in the United States. Food, daily necessities, and various industrial products all enter and leave through here. This area stores at least hundreds of thousands of tons of goods."

At this moment, a refrigerated truck drove from the dock toward the warehouse. There was a large black spot on the back of the truck, like a black hole. From the side, this black spot seemed to span the sea, connecting to some unknown place.

The black hole gradually expanded, swallowing everything around it.

"Ah! There's a ghost, run!" The woman was the first to notice this anomaly. Despite her bulky figure, she ran away with surprising agility.

"Run!" The people at the dock and the tour group were all fleeing for their lives, and Fang Xing was no exception.

The black hole expanded faster and faster, soon swallowing the entire warehouse area, then the open storage areas...

"I'm a sprinter, you guys wait. Uh..." Fang Xing, who was at the back of the group, had just started running when the black hole caught up...

...

During the Yongle period, Beiping—To avoid any issues, it will be called Beiping from now on!!!

Fang Hongjian, the former chief of the Ministry of Personnel, passed away and was to be buried today.

As a man who had been dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian died at the young age of thirty-five. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly showed filial piety by selling the main house to ensure the funeral was conducted with dignity.

However, on the day the funeral was completed, a middleman, disregarding the taboo, came to the door.

After the middleman left with the documents and tokens, a scream echoed from the Fang residence, which was about to be moved.

"Quick, someone! The young master has fainted!"

...

Three years later...

...

Observing the three-year mourning period is what every filial son should do. However, after moving out of the Fang residence to a small village on the outskirts of Beiping, Fang Xing was quite happy because he was in a daze and didn't have to follow the complicated rules.

This small village had over 300 acres of land and employed more than forty households. The land was relatively fertile, but the people's hearts were somewhat unstable.

In a three-section courtyard, a middle-aged man was directing two servants to remove the mourning items.

"Mr. Fang, the young master is awake! The young master is awake!"

A maid in a blue jacket ran over, her face full of excitement. She was holding a bowl of milk and, disregarding propriety, grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and led him to the back courtyard.

Fang Jialun's lips trembled, and he clutched his heart, rushing to the back with the maid.

In a bedroom in the main courtyard, Fang Xing woke up. He moved his stiff body with difficulty and looked fearfully at the ancient-style room.

"Where am I? Wasn't I outside New York Harbor?"

Looking at his pale, thin arms and touching his long hair, Fang Xing felt depressed.

"Young master, are you really awake? Xiao Bai, if you're lying to me, I... I..."

After a series of footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.

"Young master! Sob, sob, sob!"

Seeing the two people in ancient attire kneeling and crying, Fang Xing was shocked.

Did I really travel through time?

And I'm a young master?

Fang Xing's eyes twinkled, and he put on a 'kindly' smile, weakly extending his hand to help them up. "Get up, I'm a bit dizzy."

The middle-aged man, excited, helped Fang Xing up and said, "Young master, you've been in a daze for three years, of course you're dizzy!"

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

"Young master, as long as you're awake, that's all that matters. I'll tell you about the things you've forgotten."

...

After half a day, Fang Xing was tired of listening, and Fang Jialun and Xiao Bai were tired of talking, so they let him rest.

Lying in bed, Fang Xing touched the sleeping clothes on his body, his heart racing.

The original owner of this body, after being in a daze for three years, despite having milk, chicken soup, and even ginseng soup every day, finally followed his father to the afterlife, leaving Fang Xing from New York Harbor to take his place.

Fang Xing knew that the Yongle period was the era of the Yongle Emperor, but the capital of the Ming Dynasty was in Nanjing, and the current BJ was still called Beiping.

The original owner was already grieving over his father's death, and on the last day of the funeral, he was even jilted, which led to his mental breakdown and subsequent daze.

"I'm actually a young master? Hahaha!" Fang Xing, excited, raised his thin right hand, wanting to bite it to see if he was dreaming.

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

On Fang Xing's right arm, there was a prominent anchor pattern. He rubbed his eyes and bit it.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

In a daze, Fang Xing felt himself enter a vast space filled with things. Rows of warehouses and densely packed containers...

"What the heck is this place?"

Fang Xing, a bit scared, cautiously walked to the door of a warehouse and pushed it open.

It was a refrigerated warehouse, filled with white mist and neatly stacked large pieces of beef.

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

"Why isn't the ice melting?" Fang Xing was puzzled and then went to another warehouse, which contained Thai fragrant rice.

After checking over ten warehouses, Fang Xing was stunned. He walked to an office, but an even greater shock awaited him.

On the table in the office was a cup of coffee. He touched it, and the coffee was still hot.

"Damn!"

Fang Xing, both surprised and delighted, cursed, and then he found himself back on the carved wooden bed.

"This can't be an illusion, right?" Fang Xing bit the anchor again without hesitation.

"I'm back in! Hahaha!" Standing in the vast space, Fang Xing triumphantly laughed, hands on his hips.

Next, Fang Xing tested his ability to bring things in and out. Indeed, with a thought, he could bring things out and bring things in.

Fang Xing looked at the frozen beef in his hand, trembling. "I'm rich! I'm rich!"

In a place he couldn't see, there were more warehouses and containers, with Chinese characters indicating their origins...