America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the young man in front of him and couldn't connect him with the round-faced President of the United States.

I also grew up in an elite white family environment.

No matter where little Astor goes, he always dresses himself up beautifully, and his every move is filled with the aura of a nobleman.

And the young man in front of me.

Wearing an off-white coat and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat.

The edges of his coat and trousers were stained with mud, and his face was covered with dust.

His current image is no different from an ordinary western cowboy.

Chen Jianqiu took out Astor's letter from his arms and handed it into Roosevelt's hand.

Roosevelt glanced at Chen Jianqiu and took the opened letter.

He adjusted his glasses and began to read the contents of the letter.

The residents in the town were busy with their own business, and some stopped to say hello to Roosevelt.

He pointed to the horses behind him and said to Chen Jianqiu:

"Let's go back to Shepherd Town and talk as we walk."

Chen Jianqiu still hasn't figured out this guy's brain circuitry.

"He said that you are different from other Chinese people he has seen. You are brave, wise and strong."

Next to these tents were two fully loaded caravans.

Those who are setting up the stage seem to be both staff and actors.

He stretched out a hand towards Chen Jianqiu.

"You can definitely send some detectives over. There is no need to go there yourself."

"I'll feel more at ease if I do it myself."

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze.

Roosevelt was knowledgeable and wise.

"There are also Indians. The southeastern part of here is their reservation area."

"Actually, I just mentioned it to Astor in the letter. I didn't expect that he would actually entrust you to come here. It's really hard work."

"It's okay, I just came here to relax." Roosevelt's answer was more Versailles-like.

"Well, as you can see, everything is terrible."

At the same time, he turned his head and shouted at a law enforcement officer carrying a gun who came with him.

The main buildings of the town are located on both sides of the road.

"I have my own opinion on this."

He turned his head, glanced at the flying bird behind Chen Jianqiu, and lowered his voice:

"Gangsters, hooligans, uh, and..."

Chen Jianqiu did not shake the hand. He calmly said to the person in front of him:

This is doomed by the white supremacist education they received since childhood.

"Um, New Mexico, according to the letter, you traveled across the entire United States to the Dakota?" Roosevelt asked.

A muddy and dirty main road runs through the entire town.

But at the same time, they maintained an imperceptible sense of distance.

"Astor told me about you. He told me a lot about you."

An old man with only one arm was holding a brush and brushing something on a wooden background board.

"Oh, that's Buffalo Bill's circus. They come here every once in a while." Roosevelt said, "I just got here this morning and should stay for a week."

He pointed at the corpses being carried on horseback behind Pink.

The group soon arrived at Mudog Town.

"Well, I am Chen Jianqiu."

He shrugged his shoulders:

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the hilly grassland in the distance.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu rode at the front of the team.

The wooden fence framed a large circle on the grass, and the end was almost invisible from a distance.

Chen Jianqiu said nothing.

"That's because they have been cornered and have no choice."

Some things cannot be determined by just arguing.

Roosevelt retracted his hand in embarrassment:

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything else."

"Is he always like this?" Sean asked Pink with his mouth nuzzled.

That's little Aster.

"What is that?" Chen Jianqiu asked, pointing to a camp outside the town.

There is also a baby-faced female dwarf with twin tails.

A bald man was unloading planks of wood from a caravan.

To describe it as bizarre is not an exaggeration at all.

His eyes swept across the camp.

The police officer named Pink nodded towards Roosevelt with a very cold expression.

Pink's face was still slumped, as if the whole world owed him money.

"Similarly, I also oppose the killing of bison, which is a kind of ecological damage."

These people have similar attitudes towards themselves.

When the team passed by the door of the police station, Roosevelt turned his head and gave an order to Pinker and several others behind him:

"You guys go back first, I'll take Mr. Chen and the others to my ranch for a walk."

When Chen Jianqiu and others passed by, these people also raised their heads and paid attention, and their eyes were not friendly.

Of course, there is only one exception.

Roosevelt drove his horse toward the town.

"I don't think it is wise to maintain armed opposition to the Indians. It has no meaning other than creating more hatred."

"I have been clearing out gangs that may have committed crimes nearby, but I have caught some and killed some, but attacks still keep happening."

"Sir, I am no different from other Chinese."

"Well, it's always been like this, but his marksmanship is very good." Roosevelt walked towards his horse.

"Pink! Go get these corpses on the horses, we are ready to go back."

Chen Jianqiu found that no matter what happened, he would always be like this.

After reading the letter, Roosevelt raised his head and looked Chen Jianqiu up and down.

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of arguing with him.

At first Chen Jianqiu thought she was a little girl.

There were many people busy in the camp. They were unloading things from the caravan and building a stage that seemed to be used for performances.

Chen Jianqiu noticed that there were still some railings broken by bullets on the buildings at the entrance of the town that had not been repaired in time.

They regard themselves as a heterogeneous elite among the Chinese and give them a certain degree of respect.

"This place is not suitable for farming, and the bison that the Sioux people depended on for survival were also slaughtered."

Roosevelt sat up straight on his horse, turned his head and said to Chen Jianqiu:

"It's like this. Since last year, some pastures around the town have been attacked one after another, and the methods are very cruel, and no one is left alive."

He hardly needs anyone's help. He carries a board several people long on one shoulder. He is shirtless, with strong muscles, fierce eyes and curses.

The camp was built on an open field, with several tents outside.

Until he saw her take out a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth, while revealing the revolver on her waist.

A large number of cattle, sheep and horses were wandering in groups inside the fence.

A smile appeared on Roosevelt's face.

Like other white elites Chen Jianqiu has met, he speaks in a very educated manner.

Chen Jianqiu held the reins in his hand.

But when they saw the flying bird riding a horse behind him, a trace of disgust appeared on their faces.

"I have been keeping an eye on this group of people. According to my investigation, they have been wandering around the badlands and making a living by robbing ranches."

"This matter was most likely done by them." Roosevelt said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the matter was solved by you."

Keep walking forward and you will reach the entrance of the town.

Because their dress and appearance are so unique.

This is a kind of respect for the strong, which Chen Jianqiu earned by relying on his own abilities and deeds.

He whispered to Chen Jianqiu, his words full of the embryonic form of Darwinism and its "Americanism".

"By the way, why did you come to me? Astor didn't go into details in the letter. He just said that you were in some trouble." Chen Jianqiu used his little finger to pick out his ear piercing and asked.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the body on the horse and said nothing.

This town doesn't look much different from other western towns.

Chen Jianqiu and the other three rode behind Roosevelt for about ten minutes, and soon saw a ranch.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu replied briefly.

After a while, Chen Jianqiu and the other two people set off on their way back together with the police officers from Mugou Town.

"However, the advancement of civilization is inevitable. Indians must accept their destiny and integrate into American society. This is the future of their race."

Black Carrot walked forward slowly and leisurely, the horse's back rising and falling together with its owner.

"The family is big and the business is big." Chen Jianqiu said to Roosevelt with a smile.

A little taller than a dwarf, a little shorter than a normal person.

Roosevelt led the crowd on the road through the town.

This ranch is much larger than Chen Jianqiu imagined.

Roosevelt adjusted his glasses.

"Um, are you Mr. Chen?"

Along the way, Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt chatted frequently.

"Dad! Dad!"

While they were still chatting, a little girl in a pink dress ran out of the pasture.

Roosevelt's eyes behind the glass lenses were full of kindness, and his face was full of smiles, as if all worries disappeared.

He picked up the little girl and introduced to Chen Jianqiu and the others:

"This is my daughter, Alice Roosevelt."