The time was the 5th year of the Apocalypse. If you use the AD, it was January 1, 1625. This once powerful Ming Empire had gradually come to decline.

It was a snowy winter. The vast university put a thick layer of silver on the ancient Nanjing city. Almost all the pedestrians coming and going on the street were wearing straw hats and straw raincoats, and trekking hard in the heavy snow that had already submerged their ankles. Nanjing, known as "800,000 residents, the fragrance of rouge and powder on the Qinhuai River, has been filled with people, and now even a carriage is impossible to pass on. Because in this harsh weather, even the flower boat that was originally woven on Xuanwu Lake stopped.

Because there are few pedestrians, the guardians of the city guardian Nanjing City have become very slack. Many soldiers who should have been guarding the city gate leaned their spears against the city walls, and they kept rubbing their hands back and forth. While walking, they cursed the desperate weather. Occasionally, a few farmers were carrying charcoal or vegetables by the farmers. These soldiers who have always practiced plucking their hair by geese were too lazy to check, so they waved their hands and let them pass.

In the past two hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, except for Zhu Di who had experienced military disasters when he created his nephew's rebellion, Nanjing had basically never had any trouble. In this era of peace, there was nothing to worry about. Nowadays, these two soldiers guarding the city only hope to end their duty early, be able to go home early to drink a sip of hot wine, and then hug the wife at home and have a good sleep on the kang. If you are interested, you can blow out the light and do something that men like to do.

But at this time, under the city gate of Zhengyangmen on the south, the two soldiers guarding the city were holding cold spears and looked vigilantly at the man in front of him with a strange outfit, with a look of vigilance in his eyes. Because the man was tall, fair-skinned, wearing a blue short shirt with a very soft appearance, and wearing a pair of very rare straight pants on his lower body. What is most strange is that his hair is only inch long. Such a hairstyle is neither monk nor subdistrict, and there is an indescribable weirdness.

Yang Feng, wearing a blue jacket, looked at the city gate with a vigilant look at his city guards with a dish-like face, and his heart was filled with a feeling of collapse.

"Your sister, is this still Nanjing here? Why is it so cold?"

Yang Feng stomped his feet hard. Although he was a Nanjing native who had lived in Nanjing for more than 20 years, he rarely encountered such cold weather in his life for more than 20 years. According to his estimates, the temperature is at least 15 degrees below the current temperature, which is simply a torture for Yang Feng, who only wore only one jacket.

However, physical pain is only one aspect. What makes him feel most broken is that this collapsed era has been pushed forward for more than three hundred years since the age of his childhood. Such a long time is enough to make anyone feel broken.

"I didn't expect that the mirror passed down from our family had a teleportation function, but this function was not what I wanted!" Yang Feng, who was trembling in the cold wind, waved his fists vigorously, and looked at the two soldiers guarding the city gate not far away with their vigilant eyes. Yang Feng became listless again like a deflated ball.

At this time, he was forcing himself to accept a fact. It was January 1, 1625 AD, and here was Nanjing, the accompanying capital of the Ming Empire. This was told by an old farmer who went to the city to sell vegetables. He had confirmed the authenticity of this incident from no less than six people.

"No, I must go back, otherwise if I continue to stay here, I will either go crazy or starve to death, and there will be no third result!"

Yang Feng held the round object hanging on the collar tightly and sweared in his heart that when he came here two days ago due to an "accident", Yang Feng's thinking fell into a dullness. At that time, he looked at the villagers in front of him as if they were looking at aliens, and the villagers looked at him as if they were looking at madmen. If he hadn't seen him look tall and seemingly a little difficult to mess with, he would have been snatched away by several second-rate men in the village.

But even so, Yang Feng's days in the past two days were still very scattered. During these two days, Yang Feng often fantasized that it was just a dream, but the feeling of cold Russian pain that penetrated his bones was reminding him that this was not a dream. He did come from the 21st century to the Ming Dynasty more than 300 years ago.

After staying in the village for two days, Yang Feng could no longer bear it. Although Yang Feng was just a high school diploma in the 21st century, he was still a standard moonlight clan and belonged to the perfect slim class in the 21st century. He could eat every meal at least. Occasionally, he would come out to drink some wine and have some teeth for a meal. But in the two days after this era, he ate four coarse grain cakes mixed with a large amount of wild vegetables. This morning, Yang Feng, who was so hungry that he could not bear it, finally left the village and walked for more than two hours to outside the city gate of Nanjing. He had decided that if he could not find a way to go back, he would rather starve to death outside than suffer the consequences again.

Yang Feng controlled his somewhat chaotic thoughts and looked up at the ancient Nanjing city in front of him.

The towering city walls that could not be seen at first sight were built in a curved manner, like a silver-white dragon, winding into the distance. The moat, which was four or five feet tall, was planted with willows, and the trees were hung with crystal clear "silver bars". Looking at this scene, if it weren't for the "gurgling" sound from time to time, Yang Feng would have admired it.

But at this moment, Yang Feng had no mood to turn off the scenery at all. What he wanted to do most now was to enter Nanjing through the inspection of the two defenders.

"Don't be discouraged, there will be a solution. Today, you either enter Nanjing City or starve to death outside the city!"

While thinking, Yang Feng squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow and applied it hard on his face. The biting coldness penetrated into his body, and at the same time it made his originally restless heart calm down.

After wrapping his clothes hard, Yang Feng stood up straight, patted the snow on his body, looked up at the city wall with only some ruins left hundreds of years later, and then calmly walked towards the two soldiers guarding the city.

Seeing Yang Feng coming, the two soldiers guarding the city who were looking at him curiously quickly held the spear in their hands that used ordinary mixed wood as wooden poles. One of the older soldiers shouted: "Stop, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!