After a long period of time, Fang Tian woke Yang Ming up.
"Get up, kid! Today's training begins." Fang Tian shouted in Yang Ming's ear.
Yang Ming opened his eyes, and then he looked through the container at the sky outside. The bright sun had already appeared. Looking at the direction of the sun, it should be around 9 a.m.
Yang Ming sat up and asked, "When will we get there?"
"I'm not sure. I don't know how the shipping route was arranged, but eventually, someone would get us out." Fang Tian opened the backpack and took out a pack of hardtack from it, and threw it to Yang Ming. "Just eat a little."
"Oh." Yang Ming took the hardtack and opened them to eat. Yang Ming knew that it was necessary to eat this thing for the next few days. Although he was prepared, he only discovered how bad it tasted once he ate it.
