The time is the 5th year of the Apocalypse, if you use the AD year, it is January 1, 1625, and the once powerful Ming Empire has gradually declined.

It was a snowy winter, and the vast university had covered the ancient city of Nanjing with a thick layer of silver. Pedestrians on the streets, almost all wearing hats and robes, trudged through the ankle-deep snow. Nanjing, which is known as "800,000 residents, ten miles of rouge and gouache on the Qinhuai River", is now impassable even by a horse-drawn carriage on the official road where people used to come and go. Because in this harsh weather, even the flower boats that were originally shuttling on the Xuanwu Lake stopped.

Because of the scarcity of pedestrians, the guards of Nanjing City have also become very slack, and many soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the city gate leaned their spears against the city wall, and they kept rubbing their hands back and forth. Cursing at the desperate weather as they walked around, a few peasants passed by with charcoal or vegetable sellers, and these soldiers, who had traditionally practiced goose plucking, did not bother to check it, and let them pass with a casual wave of their hand.

Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty more than 200 years ago, except for Zhu Di, who experienced a military disaster when he rebelled against his nephew, there was basically no chaos in Nanjing at other times. In this era of peace, there is nothing to worry about, and now the two guards of the city only look forward to ending their duties as soon as possible, being able to go home early and drink a sip of hot wine, and then hug the mother-in-law at home to sleep well on the kang, and if you are interested, you can also blow out the lights and do some things that men love to do.

But at this time, under the gate of Zhengyangmen in the south, the two soldiers guarding the city were holding cold spears and looking at the strangely dressed man in front of them vigilantly, with a vigilant look in their eyes. Because this man is tall, fair-skinned, wearing a blue shirt that looks extremely soft on the outside, and a rare pair of straight pants on the bottom, the most strange thing is that his hair is only an inch long, such a hairstyle is not a monk, there is an indescribable weirdness.

Yang Feng, who was wearing a cyan jacket, looked at the city guards at the city gate with vigilant eyes looking at his face with vegetables, and his heart was full of an emotion called collapse.

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

Yang Feng stomped his feet vigorously, although he was a Nanjing man who had lived in Nanjing for more than 20 years, but in his more than 20 years of life, such a cold weather was rarely encountered, according to his estimates, the temperature was at least about 15 degrees Celsius today, which was simply a torture for Yang Feng, who was only wearing a jacket.

However, the physical pain was only one aspect, and the most devastating thing for him was that this devastating era had been pushed forward more than three hundred years from the era when he was a child, and that time was enough for anyone to feel broken.

"I didn't expect that the mirror handed down from our family has a teleportation function, but this function is not what I want!" Yang Feng, who was shivering in the cold wind, waved his fist vigorously, looking at the two city guards at the city gate not far away who were looking at him with vigilant eyes, Yang Feng became listless like a deflated ball.

At this time, he was forcing himself to accept the fact that it was January 1, 1625 A.D., and this was Nanjing, the capital of the Ming Empire, which was told to him by an old farmer who went into the city to sell vegetables. And for the truth of this matter, he has already confirmed it from the mouths of no less than six people.

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

Yang Feng tightly held the round object hanging on the collar of his coat and secretly swore in his heart that when he came here because of an "accident" two days ago, Yang Feng's thinking fell into a kind of sluggishness, at that time he looked at the villagers who appeared in front of him as if he was looking at aliens, and those villagers looked at him like a madman, if he hadn't seen him look tall and looked a little difficult to mess with, I am afraid he would have been robbed of a few second-rate people in the village.

But even so, Yang Feng's life in the past two days can be called dire. In the past two days, Yang Feng often fantasized that this was just a dream, but the feeling of cold Russian pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow reminded him all the time that this was not a dream, he had indeed come from the 21st century to the Ming Dynasty more than 300 years ago.

After staying in the village for two days, Yang Feng couldn't stand it anymore, although Yang Feng was just a migrant worker with only high Chinese in the twenty-first century, mixed for several years and still a standard moonlight clan, in the twenty-first century belongs to the out-and-out dick I silk class, but it is good that he can eat a meal, and occasionally come out from time to time to drink a little wine and make some tooth sacrifices, but in two days after this era, he ate four coarse grain cakes mixed with a lot of wild vegetables, This morning, Yang Feng, who was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, finally left the village and walked for more than two hours to the city gate of Nanjing, he had already decided, if he couldn't find a way to go back, he would rather starve to death outside than suffer that crime again.

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

The towering walls that stretch as far as the eye can see can be built in a zigzag, like a silver-white dragon, winding into the distance. The moat, which is four or five zhang long, is full of willows, and the trees are full of crystal clear "silver strips". Looking at this scene, if it weren't for the "gurgling" sound in his stomach from time to time, Yang Feng would have admired it.

It's just that at this moment, Yang Feng is not in the mood to close the scenery at all, what he wants to do most now is to enter Nanjing City through the inspection of the two city guards.

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

Yang Feng squatted down while thinking, grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it vigorously on his face, the biting chill penetrated his body, and at the same time, his originally restless heart began to calm down.

Wrapping the clothes on his body, Yang Feng stood up straight, patted the falling snow on his body again, looked up at the city wall that was only a few ruins after hundreds of years, and then calmly walked towards the two soldiers guarding the city.

Seeing Yang Feng coming over, the two guards who were originally looking at him curiously hurriedly clenched the spear in their hands that was made of ordinary miscellaneous wood, and one of the older soldiers shouted: "Stop, what are you doing?" ”

Yang Feng stopped, looked at the two soldiers who were shivering in the cold wind, but tried to pretend to be mighty, and said calmly: "I want to enter the city!" ”

The old soldier said loudly: "Who are you?" Is there a wayway? ”

Yang Feng, who had already thought of the answer for himself, shook his head: "My ancestor was a native of the Ming Dynasty, who went to the West with the Three Treasures eunuchs, and then stayed in Nanyang to settle down. Besides, if Chengping is today, how many people will take this thing when they go out? ”

To put it bluntly, Lu Yin is the ID card of the ancient people, but anyone who leaves his hometown must be issued by the local government yamen to open an official document such as a letter of introduction and a pass. Because the ancient government and rulers agreed that the common people should stay in their hometowns honestly and not go out casually, otherwise once the population flows too much, it will be easy to cause chaos, so the people cannot leave their hometowns without this thing, and the ancient court hopes to use this method to tie the people firmly to the land and prevent them from leaving their hometowns.

Of course, nothing is absolute, just like Nanjing City, a prosperous place like the world's first-class city, there are thousands of people coming in and out every day, naturally everyone doesn't have to check the road, otherwise the soldiers guarding the city will not be enough a hundred times, that is, these two soldiers saw that Yang Feng's outfit was too strange before they came up to check.

Although Yang Feng was also telling the truth, on weekdays, the old farmers from the neighboring villages or the villagers who went to the city to sell things naturally no one asked them for directions, but seeing Yang Feng dressed so strangely, the two soldiers guarding the city still didn't dare to put them in at will. The old soldier hesitated for a moment and said, "Then you wait a minute, I'll go and ask Shangguan." ”

It is said that the soldiers guarding the city will not be so polite to a stranger who has no road guide, but it is the same in all dynasties and generations, and it is a tradition to watch people cook, after all, he guards here every day, if he accidentally offends someone who should not be offended one day, maybe he will not even be able to protect his job, although this rice bowl can only receive dozens of catties of brown rice and less than one or two pieces of silver every month, but it is such a seemingly humble job and many people are staring at it, he doesn't want to lose his job inexplicably. Besides, after reporting to Shangguan, the responsibility is not on him, and he will not be hit by anything in the future.

Soon, the soldier came to a cave behind the city wall, where his commander, a small banner, was sitting and roasting the fire.

This Xiaoqi was about thirty years old, of medium height, with long thin cheeks, but unlike the two guardsmen with vegetables on his face, his complexion was much better. Wearing a shabby mandarin duck jacket that barely saw that it was originally red, of course, this set of mandarin duck jacket was not the kind of regular armor worn by the general, which included a series of protective measures such as mountain armor, heart goggles, helmets, guard feet, short boots, etc., this small flag was at best wearing a red battle robe on the outside.

"Qi Lao Liu, why the hell are you not on duty in front and come to me?"

Seeing the arrival of the old soldier, Xiao Qi, who was sitting by the fire, glared at him angrily.

"Song Tou, you have wronged me, how dare I be lazy!" The soldier named Qi Lao Liu shouted when he saw the sky, "Isn't this a guy in strange costumes coming from outside, claiming to be from Nanyang who wants to enter the city, and the villain doesn't dare to call the shots on his own, isn't this coming to ask you for instructions?" ”