"Alaningbo welcomes you, welcomes you uncle..."

As the sun sets, a young man with a worn-out and undressed head and dark skin is sitting in front of a mountain temple on the hillside, looking at the busy harbor in the afterglow of the sunset with his eyes blankly, muttering words in his mouth.

There was still a large blue-purple bag on his forehead, which looked a little shining under the afterglow of the sunset.

The boy's name is Zhao Qi.

Or the soul in the boy's body is called Zhao Qi.

About half an hour ago, Zhao Qi was an antique lover in New China and came to Ningbo for a trip with a few friends.

After visiting Ashoka Temple, I was about to go to Zhoushan. Then I heard from the beach that there was an abandoned mountain temple on the nearby mountain. I heard that it seemed that it was there in the Song Dynasty, which aroused the interest of several people. So I found the mountain temple under the guidance of the locals and prepared to visit it and then picked up a vacant.

However, there are unexpected situations in the world.

The door panel cannot stop it when luck comes.

In the abandoned mountain temple, he just wanted to climb up to the shrine to see it, but he didn't expect a tragedy to happen instantly.

The already decaying shrine collapsed directly, and half of the statue slammed heavily on his head, and then his eyes went dark. After he woke up and struggled to climb out of a pile of brick and stone ruins, he realized that nothing was right around him.

The mountain temple, which was covered with thorns, wild grass and ruins just now, was still intact. Except for the collapse of the shrine and mud statue, it was completely different from the past. Moreover, the few companions who came to play together disappeared.

What's even more strange is that after he grinned his teeth and limped out of the mountain temple, the scene in front of him almost thought he had hit a ghost.

There is a huge harbor in front of you. It is true that Ningbo Port is also very large, but Ningbo Port is full of large ships and endless automated container terminals, but what you see is large and small wooden sea ships.

Although it was several miles away, Zhao Qi could still see the dense crowds of people on the simple dock. The sound of trumpets carrying bags and the sound of trumpets one after another made him convinced that he was definitely not the era he was familiar with.

What the hell is going on?

Zhao Qi held his head and thought hard in front of the mountain temple. Without thinking, his brain exploded, and he had no idea at all.

The only reference that he saw before him was sure that he was still in Ningbo was the appearance of the Zhoushan Islands on the sea.

On the endless blue sea, the islands of all sizes are particularly clear under the sunset, and they are still familiar with each other. However, the modern buildings on the island have no shadow at all, and the modern cross-sea bridge has no soul.

Is this a time travel?

After half an hour of silence, he felt that his dizziness had recovered a little. Zhao Qi stood up and prepared to go down the mountain to take a look.

The mountain seems to be the same mountain, but the road up the mountain has long been flooded with thorns and shrubs and weeds, leaving only a narrow path.

Originally, there should be endless high-rise buildings and warehouses and factories at the foot of the mountain, but when you look at it, there are crisscrossing farmlands.

A small town, with hundreds of houses, is scattered between the foot of the hill and the farmland.

The sight is green and green, and there is no trace of the atmosphere of industrial civilization.

After pulling the thorny bushes along the path, Zhao Qi truly confirmed that this was not the familiar Ningbo Wharf, because not far away were two small farmyards, several dilapidated thatched huts, which seemed to be the medieval ones.

This should not be another world, because from what I saw on the mountain just now, it is still on the beach in Ningbo.

As for the times, Zhao Qi looked at the style of rice fields and thatched huts that were blooming, as well as the large number of ships in the harbor and the size of towns that he had just seen, and confirmed that it should be roughly in the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of Chinese history knows that Ningbo is in the south and matures lately, and everything in front of him seems to be very prosperous, at least after the Tang Dynasty. Moreover, there are so many sea boats by the sea, it is unlikely that it was the Ming Dynasty, because the Ming Dynasty forbidden seas. As for the Qing Dynasty, Ningbo has long been prosperous and not decent, and it will not be so simple.

Zhao Qi looked around and slowly limped along a small path to the nearest courtyard. But before he could even get to the point, he found four bare-butt mudbabas in the mud ditch beside the paddy field catching fish in the mud ditch. The youngest was about four or five years old, and the older one was seven or eight years old, but they were all covered in mud and could not see at all. In the future, they would definitely be a species that would be blasted by their parents when they went home.

"Hey, do you know where this is?"

The four kids were busy in the mud ditch with their heads down and excited. When they heard the sound of looking up, they threw down the bamboo basket and tools in their hands and scattered, while they were still shouting.

"Run quickly, the fool is here!"

Zhao Qi:...

"Wow, help,... I don't want to be caught by a fool!" The youngest boy ran too hurriedly and fell into the rice fields, struggling and crying. His heart-wrenching appearance made Zhao Qi laugh and cry.

"Stop running, I won't hit you!" Zhao Qi stepped forward and pulled the Nibawa out of the rice fields. Then he looked at a small crab hanging on his mud-filled croaker and flicked it gently with his hand.

"Wow~ Mom, I'm going to eat me!" The little guy like a mud monkey collapsed and cried loudly with his eyes closed.

"Silly, why are you still doing here so late? Let's just let the three kids go!"

A woman in an apron rushed out of the farmyard not far away, and ran over with a spatula in her hand to scold Zhao Qi loudly.

Zhao Qi took a few steps back, and the woman protected the little kid behind her and looked at Zhao Qi with a vigilant face.

"Aunt, don't be excited. I have no malice. I just want to ask where this is, what year it was, and... where is my family living?" Zhao Qi waved his hand and explained.

"You... aren't you stupid?" The woman took a few steps back, showing an incredible look on her face as if she was a ghost.

"I climbed to the mountain temple on the mountain to play, but I didn't expect that the mountain god statue collapsed and knocked me out. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything!" Zhao Qi rubbed the big bag on his forehead and explained with a wry smile.

The woman stared at Zhao Qi blankly for a long time, and her vigilance was slowly relaxed. She walked to Zhao Qi, looked at his forehead and looked up at the mountain temple halfway up the mountain, then grabbed Zhao Qi's hand and said, "Go back to the house with me and let me see if the injury is serious. The mountain temple is so good, how could the statue of the god collapse..."

Soon he walked into the courtyard. Zhao Qi sat on a bamboo stool under the eaves. The woman looked at Zhao Qi's forehead carefully and confirmed that there was no major injury except for some scratches on his back and legs. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and found some herbs nearby, mashed them with a stone mortar and applied them to Zhao Qi's forehead. She also found a strip of cloth to wrap him around.

"Thank you, aunt, can you tell me where this is? What year is it?"

After applying the medicine, Zhao Qi also felt the swelling and painful feeling on his forehead became much cooler and more comfortable. While thanking him, he asked about his doubts.

"You really don't remember anything?" The woman was even more confused than Zhao Qi.

"Well, I don't remember anything, I can't remember where my home is!" Zhao Qi nodded.

"This is Yanggong Town in Qingyuan Prefecture. I don't know exactly which year it is. It seems that it is Baoyou... Baoyou's five years or six years..." The woman was not sure.

"Qingyuan Mansion...Baoyou..."

People in the antique world naturally know a lot about the dynasties and dynasties in Chinese history. After a brief moment, Zhao Qi suddenly stood up and asked anxiously: "Is the emperor's surname Zhao?"

"Yes, the official surname is Zhao, and the emperors of the Song Dynasty are all surnamed Zhao, so I can't make it wrong!" The woman nodded repeatedly, and finally showed a gentle smile on her face and said, "It seems that you are really not stupid. She speaks very clearly today, and it doesn't look like she is crazy. It's too late, so you can go back quickly. After leaving the yard, walk along the path, and see a broken kiln that is your home..."

So Zhao Qi said goodbye and continued walking along a narrow path at the foot of the mountain.

"Young Master~ Where are you, wuwu..."

A little girl cried anxiously in front of him.
Chapter completed!