America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 269 Old Friends and Wine

Chen Jianqiu and Browning walked towards the town together.

Roswell New Town, with the efforts of Chen Jianqiu and many Chinese workers, has begun to take shape.

At present, the position of town mayor is still vacant and is still under the jurisdiction of Lincoln County.

But everyone in this town knows who to listen to.

Chen Jianqiu has never refused people other than Chinese to settle here.

He had people make big signs with iron sheets at the stone fortress and at the entrance of the town, and wrote several big signs in Chinese, English and Spanish:

The first sign: Welcome to Roswell.

The second sign: Roswell, where dreams begin.

However, this place is too remote, there are no good pastures, and the newly reclaimed farmland does not look very good, except for sand, it is still sand.

In addition to businessmen, most of the people who can stay are refinery employees.

However, every employee who joins the Roswell Refinery undergoes a rigorous interview.

They all must have certain professional abilities and sense of identity, and be able to accept getting along with Chinese workers and other people of color.

Of course, the corresponding treatment is also very good.

Chen Jianqiu and Browning walked along the road in the town, and they passed by a small courtyard.

The yard doesn't look very big, and the walls are relatively simple. The adobe walls are plastered with a layer of white ash, but the buildings inside still look quite exquisite.

This is an upgraded version of the original "Plaza Lecture Hall" - Roswell Adult Night School.

There is no shortage of grassroots employees in the refinery such as Chen Jianqiu.

Except for a small number of whites and Mexicans who passed the interview, the vast majority were Chinese workers.

Under the guidance of Zhang Danian, more and more Chinese workers came here.

These people lead fulfilling lives.

There are three shifts in the factory, and workers usually work in the refinery or experimental fields.

When not in class on weekdays, 135 received trilingual education at the newly established school in Roswell; 246 practiced shooting at the shooting range.

Team training on weekends and exercises outside the home.

After the class, there will be a test, and the test scores are linked to the salary.

Mr. Holmes, the former lecturer of "Plaza Lecture Hall", has been elected as the principal. Chen Jianqiu personally issued the letter of appointment.

On the sign at the entrance of the courtyard wall, there is an inscription written by Chen Jianqiu, the honorary president of the school:

Morally, intellectually, physically, artistically and physically, and develop in an all-round way.

As a firearms designer and inventor, Browning was also one of the school's lecturers.

He tilted his head and asked Chen Jianqiu: "Chen, I have never quite understood why you keep spending time teaching these people? They are all adults, and some of them are not very interested in what we are teaching."

Chen Jianqiu smiled:

"We Chinese have a saying, which is called 'live until you are old and learn until you are old.'" He gestured to Browning, hoping that he would understand what he meant. "I hope they can understand newspapers and understand the United States."

People talk.”

In fact, there were two other purposes that he did not tell Browning.

The first one is that there is a class that he teaches personally. The time is variable and there are no teaching materials. He relies entirely on oral narration to explain the profound things in simple terms. The content cannot be posted on some novel websites before he time traveled.

It doesn’t matter whether the people below understand it or not, but the thinking must be unified and the goals must be clear.

Second, after solving the problem of food and clothing, he hopes that these people will have more things to do, otherwise, they will easily be full and have nothing to do.

The two walked through the yard, arrived at the center of the town, and walked into the newly opened tavern.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Chen Jianqiu saw the old face of the boss, who was standing in front of the counter and looking at them with a smile.

This boss originally opened a restaurant in Denver's Chinatown. After Chinatown was destroyed, he followed Zhang Danian and later came here.

The furnishings inside the tavern have a combination of Chinese and Western tastes, with bar seats that have a strong Western flavor, and traditional wine jars and pickle jars can be seen on the counter.

The two of them found a table by the window and sat down. There was a tube of chopsticks on the table.

"Hey, Mr. Chen and Mr. Browning! Dear guests, distinguished guests! Mr. Chen, this is your first time here. What do you two want?" The boss came up to us, holding a rag in his hand.

He leaned down and wiped the dust off the table.

In a place like Roswell, it is easy for dust to accumulate on the table, and even if a gust of wind blows, the table will easily turn yellow.

There are no waiters in this shop. Except for the kitchen, almost everything else has to be done by the boss himself.

"A glass of whiskey, boss." Browning obviously wasn't here for the first time. He put his hat on the table and gestured to the boss with a finger.

The boss nodded repeatedly and turned to Chen Jianqiu: "Mr. Chen, what about you?"

"Besides whiskey and tequila, do you have other drinks?" Chen Jianqiu's eyes had already glanced at the wine vat behind the counter, "I remember your restaurant in Denver was smashed up, wasn't it?"

"Look what you said, we who open a restaurant can still lose this guy's business?" The boss grinned at Chen Jianqiu, "We don't have any old wine, but we still have new wine to satisfy our cravings."

"Isn't it Erguotou again?" Chen Jianqiu touched his nose.

"Hey, how do you know?" The boss was a little surprised, "It's not easy to get glutinous rice here. Zhang Danian left some sorghum for me last year."

"Bring me a pot." Chen Jianqiu nodded to the boss, "Cut two more pounds of cooked beef."

There is a shortage of food in the west, but there is no shortage of beef.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The boss hummed and trotted towards the kitchen.

Chen Jianqiu pointed his thumb at the owner's back and asked Browning: "Have you ever seen such an energetic tavern owner in Utah?"

Browning shook his head: "I've never seen this before. They usually stay at their counter and clean the cups."

After a while, the boss came out of the back kitchen, holding a wine pot in his hand, with a wine cup covering it; in the other hand, he held a large plate with a pile of wine on it.

Chopped cooked beef.

He came to Chen Jianqiu and the others and put the things in his hands on the table.

"Mr. Chen, this is the wine and meat you asked for. Please use it slowly."

Then he turned to Browning: "Just wait a moment, I'll pour you whiskey right now."

Browning hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to the boss: "Um, no need, you can get one for me, too."

He pointed to the porcelain wine cup on the table.

"Wine~ cup" Chen Jianqiu added.

"Ah, yes, a wine cup." Browning nodded repeatedly.

The boss agreed repeatedly, turned around and fetched Browning's wine cup from the counter.

But when he returned to Chen Jianqiu's table, he found that Boss Chen had poured a full glass of wine and walked out the door.

He faced the south direction, raised the wine glass high above his head, bowed deeply, bent down and scattered the wine in the glass on the ground.

There was an alcoholic who loved to drink this white wine during his lifetime.

He taught himself marksmanship and the survival principles of the West.

"An old friend." Chen Jianqiu walked back to the store, sat down at the table, and poured a glass of wine for Browning.

"Come on, have a taste, this wine is strong but not strong." Chen Jianqiu handed the wine to Browning's hand, filled it for himself at the same time, and raised the glass, "To the past and the future, here's to Roswell."

The two clinked glasses, and Chen Jianqiu drank it all in one gulp, while Browning choked and coughed repeatedly when a glass of wine went down his throat, looking like he was crying.

Chen Jianqiu laughed loudly, picked up a piece of braised beef with chopsticks, and handed it to the plate in front of him: "Try this."

Browning also followed Chen Jianqiu's example and pulled out two bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table. However, he couldn't pick them up, so he finally grabbed them with his hands and put them in his mouth.

He laughed himself.

The two of them just had one drink for you and one for me, and drank the beef together, chatting about things in the town and the weapons shop.

The wine has been replenished many times, the meat has been replenished several times, and their faces have become rosy.

Just when Chen Jianqiu felt that he was almost drunk and was about to pay and leave.

A man quickly walked into the tavern.

"Boss, I'm back. Li Sifu said you were here, so I rushed over."

It's a flying bird.

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