America 1881: They Call Me Legend

A New Year’s letter to book friends

Friends I’ve never met:

Hello, my name is Chen Jianqiu. I am currently the director of the Roswell Refinery (sooner or later it will be mine), the director of the Roswell Military Factory (just a broken factory), the chairman of the board of directors of the Santa Fe Railroad Company, and the Lincoln County United Agriculture Company.

Chairman of the company's board of directors, acting mayor of Roswell...

It has been almost a year since I traveled to this hellish place. There is no wifi, no mobile phone, no Internet, not even instant noodles.

Today is the first New Year in Roswell New Town. I asked Uncle Nian to make some Spring Festival couplets and red lanterns and put them up wherever possible.

If you don’t have firecrackers, you can set off guns.

At least it has a bit of a New Year atmosphere.

But it's still lonely.

I met a young man named Dutch in a Lincolnshire pub two days ago. He was very interesting. He was dressed very gentlemanly.

I chatted with him for a while and he told me he had a plan to get rich.

He got some small notebooks and wrote something in them so that anyone who wanted to read them could see them. He only sold them to me for a dollar.

I gave him ten cents and he was very happy.

Anyway, I finally have a place where I can remember things.

Since the Chinese New Year is here, let me send you some blessings. Although I don’t know if you can see it or not, but I can travel through time, so what else can’t happen?

I still wish you good health in the new year, a happy family, make more money, and those of you who are single, find someone you love and still love you.

The future is always bright.

Stop talking, I'm going to take a nap. When I wake up, I have to teach them how to read.

Your Chen Jianqiu

January 1882 in Roswell

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