Dongfang Port, the largest port in China and the largest port in the world, has a cargo throughput of more than 700 million tons.

As the world's largest port, the shore is densely packed with containers and warehouses that cannot be seen, large cargo ships are docked at the berths, and crane towers are loading and unloading goods.

Such a scene has become accustomed to Zhang Jianhe.

Zhang Jianhe is the manager of the transportation department of a large company, the company has a large number of goods import and export, he often has to come to the port to understand the work situation, the company has a special warehouse in the port, he has a special office here.

On this day, he came to the port of Vostochny again, sat in the office for a while, drank some coffee, and then came to the staircase under a certain freighter, ready to board.

Looking up, I saw a strange little black hole in the sky, and soon, the black hole was getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed to be rapidly pressing down, getting closer and closer to the ground.

When the black hole pressed to the ground, Zhang Jianhe only felt that his eyes were dark and he lost consciousness.

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One day in February of the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, there were snowflakes floating in the sky over Nanjing.

In the west of the city, there is a north-south road called "Takai-dori Street".

At the junction of Gaojing Street and Cui Ba Lane, there is a medical hall called "Qingxiu Tang", behind the pharmacy is a large courtyard house, and in the bedroom of the main house in the courtyard, there is a young man and a young woman.

The young man lay on the bed, his eyes closed, motionless, without a pulse or breath.

The young woman sat on the edge of the bed and wept bitterly.

"Husband, how could you have suffered such a fate! What if I am left alone? Woohoo......"

This young woman's name is Mao Lingzhi, and she is the adopted daughter of the old owner of the pharmacy.

The young man's name is Guo Wendong, and he is the only son of the old master.

The old owner had died three years ago.

Yesterday, the two finally got married according to the old master's will.

This morning, Guo Wendong suddenly collapsed, although Mao Lingzhi had good medical skills, there was no way at all, and she saw that her husband was breathing without a pulse in a cup of tea.

For a long time, Mao Lingzhi's tears dried up, her husband died suddenly, and she had to arrange the funeral.

As soon as she stood up, suddenly, she found that her husband's fingers moved slightly, and immediately put her fingers on her husband's nose, and noticed a trace of breath, she was happy in her heart, and then checked her husband's pulse, and her husband's body temperature was normal, and he had a weak pulse.

"My husband is not dead..."

Mao Lingzhi was pleasantly surprised.

"Husband... Husband..."

Zhang Jianhe was in a daze, and vaguely heard as if someone was shouting to him, with two hands on him.

The eyes slowly opened, and what greeted me was a very young woman, the age of a high school student, but wearing not modern clothes, but Hanfu.

She was wearing a collared skirt, half of her hair was coiled up on her head, she wore a hairpin, and the other half of her hair reached her waist like a waterfall, she had a goose egg face, no powder, fair skin, her eyes were red and swollen, and a pair of big black eyes looked at him, showing surprise.

"Husband, it's great that you're still alive!"

What's going on? This good-looking beautiful girl always calls herself her husband.

Zhang Jianhe looked at the room, which was mainly made of wood, with a dresser on the left side of the bedroom, a copper mirror on the countertop, as well as combs, jewelry, boxes, etc., and two embroidered piers in front of the dresser.

Opposite the dresser, are cabinets and boxes.

On the side of the door, there is a wooden frame about one meter high, which is presumably a basin stand.

Zhang Jianhe still has some understanding of ancient times, whether it is architectural structure or furniture, it is obviously ancient characteristics.

In some places on the wall, there are also red happy words, red tents on the bed, it seems that this family has just been newly married.

"Where am I? Isn't it in the harbor? ”

Zhang Jianhe struggled to move his body and watched all this in dismay.

Mao Lingzhi's thin, slender and white fingers, and then put his fingers on his wrist joint, Zhang Jianhe knew that this was the pulse in Chinese medicine.

Feeling that her husband's pulse had returned to normal, it was a miracle, and Mao Lingzhi was overjoyed.

"Who are you? What is this place? ”

"Husband, have you forgotten? I'm your wife, Lingzhi! ”

The young master was still alive, and the servants who were outside came.

"Young master, woo woo!"

An old man and a young man hurried into the bedroom, the young one was a woman, and her tears of excitement flowed down her cheeks.

Zhang Jianhe didn't know anything about all this, and the three of them took turns to tell the story, mainly about Guo Wendong's birth experience.

I don't know how long it took to talk, the three of them were a little tired, and she was sure that her husband had amnesia, as long as he could live.

Zhang Jianhe was tired of listening, and touched the long hair on his head again, and the different body, his heart was agitated, he was sure that he had crossed over, and his soul had crossed over to this nineteen-year-old young man named Guo Wendong.

Due to the low status of medical practitioners in ancient times, they were not much better than businessmen, and even the status of the famous doctor Li Shizhen was not high.

In this generation, his father Guo Weihe hoped to carry forward the Guo family, and asked Guo Wendong to follow the literature and hire personnel to teach.

This morning, that is, at the same time that Zhang Jianhe was swallowed by the black hole, Guo Wendong of this time and space suddenly died, according to modern medical terms, it is called "sudden death", which is cheaper than Zhang Jianhe from Dongfang Port.

The Guo family has been practicing medicine for several generations, Guo Wendong's father has good medical skills and is well-known in Nanjing, and Mao Lingzhi was adopted by the old master Guo Weihe when he was seven years old. Three years ago, Guo Weihe died unexpectedly, and it was his last wish before his death to let the two get married and carry forward his medical skills.

Half a month ago, after Guo Wendong's three-year period of filial piety expired, he married Mao Lingzhi and finally got married yesterday.

Mao Lingzhi is only seventeen years old, the age of a high school student.

The other two are the housekeeper and the maidservant.

After learning about his life experience, he urgently needed to know one thing.

"Lady, which dynasty and year is it now?"

"This year is the sixteenth year of Chongzhen! Husband, you have forgotten everything before, no wonder you don't remember! ”

Sixteen years of Chongzhen? In 1643? It turned out to be at the end of the Ming Dynasty! Next year, the Qing soldiers entered the customs, and the next year the Qing soldiers waved their troops to Jiangnan, and the tragedy was about to begin, so he was unwilling to shave his head and keep a money rat tail.

Although "Guo Wendong" woke up, his body was still weak, and after listening to it for a long time, he was obviously tired, closed his eyes again, and remembered the scene at the dock in the morning.

In a drowsy state, Guo Wendong felt that he had entered a huge space, which was full of things, rows of warehouses, and dense containers.

"It looks like Oriental Harbor!"

Guo Wendong's location is very familiar to him, this is the warehouse of the work unit in the port, and when he opened the warehouse door, everything here is still the same, and there are boxes of packaged food.

I came to a cold room, which was filled with white air, and neatly placed large pieces of mutton, which was Australian lamb imported by the company.

In this space, there is no wind, there is normal light, and there is no flow of white air in the room.

When he came to the office where the warehouse was located, there was unfinished coffee on the table, he reached out and touched the coffee cup, there was still residual temperature, and the big clock hanging on the wall had stopped running, and the time was fixed at 8:50.

"Damn, time stands still!"

Guo Wendong picked up the cup of coffee and thought to himself, can you bring these things to the real world?

As a result, he appeared in the bedroom.

By this time, everyone else had already gone out and the bedroom door was closed.

Guo Wendong took a sip of coffee, and the taste remained unchanged.

Immediately, he thought about going to the port again, and returned to the port office.

"I'm in again! Hahaha! ”

Next, Guo Wendong tested his ability to bring things out, and sure enough, he could go in and out at any time with his thoughts, and he could bring things out at any time, but he couldn't bring things in from the outside world.

In this space where only he can enter, he came out of the company's warehouse, stood on a high place, and looked at the containers and warehouses that could not be seen, all of which belonged to Guo Wendong.