March 11, 2025, night. Su Mo curled up on the floor of the rental house, gently stroked the ancient Northern Song Dynasty coins in the glass display cabinet. This "Yuanyou Tongbao" was bought for 300 yuan at the Panjiayuan fresh goods market. The patina is as warm as mutton fat. The four characters "Yuanyou Tongbao" in the money text are vigorous and the star patterns can be vaguely engraved on the back. "I wish I could travel back to the Song Dynasty..." He murmured to himself, suddenly feeling dizzy. The ancient coins in the display cabinet shone with a faint blue light, and the star patterns on the surface of the copper coins actually flowed like living things. The moment Su Mo reached out and touched her, her whole person was sucked into a dazzling vortex of light. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an alley paved with bluestone. The wine flags were waving on the street, and the pedestrians were wearing wide-sleeved long gowns, and the copper bell...


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