America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 281 The Tavern in Tombstone Town

The three people came to the door of the hotel.

Chen Jianqiu handed the reins to the waiter who came to hold the horse. Just as he was about to walk into the hotel door, he found that Sean's eyes were attracted by something.

"Boss, tell me, why are there so many pubs here?" Sean licked his lips.

Chen Jianqiu followed the black man's gaze.

If you look down a street at a glance, you will see that there are actually pubs, casinos and X-ray houses on both sides.

They are mixed together and do not distinguish between each other in terms of business scope, which fully reflects inclusiveness.

You can gamble in the tavern, play ball in the casino, or drink in the courtyard.

The reason is not difficult to understand.

This is a new town that made its fortune in silver mining. The people in the town are filled with all kinds of single miners, criminals and nouveau riche.

They all have more or less money on their hands.

The western town in the 19th century was a place lacking in entertainment activities.

At night or when resting, these rough guys need to release their restless hormones.

So, there was wine, cards and balls in the town.

"Boss, I think we can make a fortune here." Sean's hands started to itch again.

"You'd better save yourself. If you are caught cheating here, you will immediately get a few more holes in your body." Hanif adjusted his belt.

"Bang! Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two gunshots and the sound of breaking glass were heard on the street.

A man stumbled out of the door of a tavern, walked a few steps toward the center of the street, and then fell down on the street.

A cowboy followed from the door,

After realizing that the man had jumped into the street, he turned the revolver in his hand, and then smoothly inserted the gun into his holster.

"Bastard, whether it's playing cards or playing guns, you are no match for me. Don't try to use such despicable means to win." The cowboy looked at Poujie lying in the middle of the street with disdain.

"This is a fair duel." He spread his hands to the people around him.

The tavern owner nodded at the law enforcement officers who came later.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed quickly. It seemed that this kind of scene was common in this town.

"Look, I was right." Hanif turned to look at Sean, "But we can go have fun."

The two of them looked at Chen Jianqiu at the same time.

"Let's stay here first." Chen Jianqiu said without comment.

The three people entered the hotel and checked in.

As night fell, Sean, who had finished his dinner, was leaning against the door of the hotel in boredom, looking at the brightly lit tavern opposite.

"Let's go." A voice came from behind him.

Sean turned around and saw Chen Jianqiu and Hanif walking out of the hotel.

"Let's go and experience the customs and customs of this town." Chen Jianqiu patted Sean on the shoulder and walked towards the street.

"Which house are you going to?" the black man raised his eyebrows and followed closely.

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and glanced at the signs hanging at various pubs on the street.

There is a dazzling array of items, each showing its abilities.

Some have only words on them, others simply draw wine glasses, and some have sheep heads and dog heads.

Chen Jianqiu's eyes fell on one of them.

The logo of this pub is a silhouette of the Ace of Spades on a playing card, with the name of the pub - Ace of Spades - written on the back.

A duel took place here during the day.

"This is it." After Chen Jianqiu said that, he walked towards the tavern.

The man who was beaten to death during the day has been dragged away and the glass door has been broken. Now the door frame is still empty.

But this does not prevent the boss from doing business.

There was an endless stream of people coming in and out of the tavern, and the tavern was buzzing with people.

Three people walked in.

Chen Jianqiu has never seen such a lively tavern in a small town in the west, comparable to San Francisco and Denver.

On the left hand side of the entrance, there is a large long table, where a person starts the game and plays the banker; on other tables, different card games are also being played.

There were also people who came here specifically to drink, and they chatted wildly about some topics unique to the West.

The girls fluttered between the tables, hooking up with drunkards and gamblers.

It seems that everyone who comes here can find their own happiness here.

Xiao En said hello to Chen Jianqiu and then dived into the gamblers. He was very familiar with this kind of situation.

Hanif, on the other hand, followed behind Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu's yellow-skinned face actually attracted some people's attention.

This town is not very welcoming to Chinese people because the people in the town think that Chinese miners are grabbing jobs here, just like Shiquan Town where Chen Jianqiu first stayed.

Especially after the bill is introduced.

However, firstly, Chen Jianqiu did not have braids on the back of his head, and secondly, he was followed by Hanif, a white man, so those people looked away after thinking for a while.

Chen Jianqiu didn't pay attention to these looks, he was used to it.

His eyes swept across the tavern hall.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure on a table next to the bar.

This man was tasting a glass of whiskey, his eyes sweeping around the crowd in the tavern. Rather than saying that he was drinking, it was more like he was observing everyone in the tavern.

In the United States of this era, it was fashionable to have a thick beard on one's upper lip, but no one's beard was as impressive as his.

Including Hanif.

"Mr. Writer, long time no see."

After passing a drunkard who was pushed to the ground and being beaten, Chen Jianqiu came to that person's table and greeted him with a smile.

This person is none other than the famous writer Mark Twain.

"Aha, Mr. Chen, it's you!"

After seeing the acquaintance arrive, the writer also stood up and held Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu and Hanif sat down opposite Mark Twain.

"Two glasses of whiskey!" Hanif shouted to the bartender at the bar.

"Why are you here?" The writer looked at Chen Jianqiu with a smile, "Are you also here to dig for silver?"

"Just passing by." The young man smiled and shook his head, "What about you? Are you still collecting scenery? I thought you had returned to California."

"I went to San Francisco, but couldn't stay there, so I came out again." The writer took a sip of wine and then put the glass back on the table.

"Art comes from life." He leaned back on his chair and pointed at the people in the tavern. "You see, this is the ecology of our country's frontier, wild and unrestrained."

"Well, everyone is really energetic." Chen Jianqiu looked at the door, where there was a table already in a fight.

However, the guy who was beaten quickly lost his resistance and was thrown out.

"What are you looking at? Keep your head down and drink your own wine!" The person who beat the person spat out, turned his head and cursed viciously at the person looking at him at the door.

"Klan, it is said that he is a horse thief. Does anyone here dare to mess with him?" Mark Twain whispered to Chen Jianqiu.

"How do you know?" Chen Jianqiu looked away from the evil man's face.

"I just heard that I need to know some stories." The writer shrugged, "There are at least one and a half people in this tavern who are not good people and have been rewarded or something."

Hanif cleared his throat.

However, the writer did not notice Hanif's little move. He continued: "But as long as they don't commit crimes in Tombstone, even the famous local Sheriff Wyatt will not do anything to them."

"Let's talk about San Francisco." Chen Jianqiu changed the topic.

The three of them started chatting about things other than this town.

After learning Chen Jianqiu's current identity, the writer was surprised and congratulated the young man in front of him. As a Chinese, it is not easy to accumulate wealth in the United States.

But after talking about the bill, Mark Twain sighed: "I sympathize with your experience, but this may be something you have to face. This will be inevitable in the future."

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They chatted for a while.

Suddenly, there was a roar from the other side of the long table:

"I said don't let this nigger get involved, you bastards!"

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