Chen Fuming froze on the spot, as if a huge thunder struck his mind. In 1922, the eleventh year of the Republic of China, it was an era of warlord separatism, internal and external troubles. He remembered that he had been at the archaeological site just now, and now he was an outsider deep in history.
When the vendor saw Chen Fuming's dejected look, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "You are so weird, why don't you even know the year? You probably came from the countryside.
