Rebirth of the Wealthy American

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The next day after arriving at Guantanamo, Old Man Chen and Wu Zideng started an investigation as planned.

After many setbacks, there are less than 10,000 Chinese in Guantanamo. Most of these people are reclaiming wasteland in Guantanamo, and few people are building roads in Guantanamo.

Chen's investigation and Wu Zideng's investigation began in Guantanamo City.

Li Mu still provided a lot of conveniences for the old man Chen and Wu Zideng. The four-wheeled carriage was accompanied by accompanying guards.

Of course, these guards have a greater monitoring role.

Li Mu had no time to accompany old man Chen and Wu Zideng, and left the switch to Tanama via Camanella to continue north. Old man Chen and Wu Zideng couldn't finish the diorama along the way.

At this time, the road has not yet been paved here. The road travelled by a four-wheeled carriage is a stone road. Compared with the road, this road makes Chen old man and Wu Zideng feel more acceptable.

Both sides of the road are wasteland, and some cactuses are sparsely growing. Although it is October, the weather is still a bit hot. Wu Zideng can't help but complain a little while sitting in the carriage.

"Hum, this Li Mu said with a voice that he would open up wasteland. I do n’t think it's just to hide people's eyes. There are so many wasteland on both sides of the road, and no one has come to open up the land." Wu Zideng really can't understand the wasteful behavior of foreigners. Empire, there will never be such a large unowned wasteland. Ordinary people ca n’t wait to dig up the road for you to open up wasteland.

"Oh, Nanfeng is a little calm and restless. This foreigner has always been widely scattered on the ground. This situation is normal." Old Chen has become commonplace, from San Francisco to Springfield, Chen saw The wasteland is gone. If you feel distressed everywhere, you can't die.

"Speaking of foreigners, it's really abominable. Keeping so much land is not working, and it's wrong to be a son of man if you want to cross the ocean to trouble my Daqing." Wu Zideng hated it. Anyway, he was speaking Chinese, or The type with an accent is not afraid of these foreigners around the carriage listening to the roots of the wall.

"Ha ha, but some barbarians, disobedient to the royal Taoism, rough behavior, relying on foreign guns and cannons, it is not a fear." The old man has a psychological advantage, but there is always a sour word inside and out meaning.

After an estimated hour, more than ten kilometers away from Kaimanella, people were gradually working on both sides of the road. Old man and Wu Zideng stopped the carriage and saw the Chinese people frowning while plowing in the fields.

This is a Chinese with a braid.

The importance of braids in the Qing empire is undeniable. In a sense, braids are similar to their heads. Without a braid for no reason, this is definitely going to fall off their heads.

Here, it seemed normal. Old man Chen looked around. There were about a dozen Chinese people working, and it looked like they had no pigtails.

"Sir, I'll explore the truth first." Wu Zideng gritted his teeth and decided to ask first.

An accompanying gunman rushed past, and after a while, returned with the Chinese who was plowing.

The old man noticed that the Chinese actually came over on a horse, looked at the sturdy quart horse in front of him, and looked at the oxen in the field who had nothing to do with his tail. The old man's heart continued to sink.

In the Qing Empire, even ordinary families of small landowners could not afford horses at home, not to mention such sturdy quart horses. Not many Qing cavalry were equipped. Most of those cavalry were equipped with Mongolian horses. In terms of sales, there is a lot of difference compared to Quatmar.

"Is it still the people of the Qing Empire?" Seeing the Chinese sitting in front of him, Wu Zideng couldn't hold his breath after seeing the horse sit down.

"Hehe--" The peasant in front of him smiled broadly, pointing to his ear and not answering.

"Unlucky, actually found a dumb." Wu Zideng was frustrated.

"Sir, I don't understand your accent. You can use Spanish or English. If you speak English, then you'd better slow down. I don't speak English very well and I'm not proficient now." The peasant in front of him suddenly spoke. His Spanish was standard and fluent, much better than Wu Zideng's semi-spoken Spanish.

Wu Zi's face suddenly turned black, and this special face was not this way of playing.

"Are you-the Qing Dynasty?" Old man Chen has also learned a few English words this year, trying to communicate in English with the farmers in front of him.

"Before, now it's not, we have been abandoned by the Qing Empire and become a group of homeless homeless people." The peasant's expression was not stunned, and he looked very free and easy.

"I think you live a good life." The old man gestured to the quatma under the peasants, and pointed to the cattle in the fields.

"Thanks to Mr. Riem's ​​help, I work here for Mr. Riem, and for every acre of wasteland that Mr. Riem cultivates, I get one dollar. I bought this loan on the horse and the two cows. Yes, when Mr. Riem sold these things to me at a discount, I only need three hundred dollars to get all this. If I want to pay off these debts, I will reclaim three hundred acres of wasteland for Mr. Riem, God bless, I have already completed more than half, I think maybe next year, I will own a pasture of my own. "Speaking of cows and horses, the young man in front of him immediately became torrential, and his gratitude to Li Mu was unabashed .

Compared to what the young man said, the old man was more frightened that the young man did not hesitate when he said "God bless".

Damn it, what Catholicism did they bother?

"You, Catholic?" Chen asked tentatively, expecting to hear a different answer.

"Yes, the Anglican Church, you have to know that if you want these foreigners to accept you, you have to believe in something. In fact, it really does n’t matter what you believe in. As long as you have faith, I originally believed in Tai Shang Laojun, but there is no Taoism There is only one church, so every Sunday, I will go to church to participate in activities, but when people say 'Amen', I will say 'Infinite Tianzun', anyway, they do not understand Chinese-"said the young man His eyebrows fluttered, and it was quite sad that one thing made people feel more joy.

The old man nodded slightly. In fact, the old man could understand the choice of the young man. In this environment, if he was replaced by the old man, I am afraid there are not many options.

"So what's your braid?" The old man asked the most critical question.

"There is nothing I can do about this. As a man, keeping a pigtail makes too many people make fun of me. If it was in the Qing Empire and everyone had pigtails, I would get used to it, but here is Cuba, other men are Without braids, our group of people with braids will become like girls in their mouths. If you do n’t cut the braids, you will not be able to become a normal person, and you will not be able to win normal vision, so I can only I chose to cut it off. "The boy was frank, and found no other reason.

"But then, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to your hometown for life. Is it worth it?" The old man could understand the young man's choice, but still couldn't help asking.

After staying in the United States for a year, Old Man Chen is not so pedantic when he first came to the United States. Springfield now has a lot of Chinese people. In fact, Old Man Chen has also contacted many Chinese people before, knowing their bitterness, and of course why they would Making such a choice and asking it now is just routine.

"Sir, I don't know what you want to say. Before coming to Cuba, I was born in a poor family with seven children. Our family did not have enough food to support all the children, so we only grew up with four siblings. Adults, I came to Cuba because if I continue to stay in my hometown, all I can do is starve to death, so although I miss my hometown very much, I will not go back— "said the young man. , Patted his quarte horse, pointing at the ranching cattle with confidence: "Actually, I really hope that Mr. Riem will go back for me and take over my family. I now have a horse And there are two cows. This is an unthinkable thing in our hometown. We dream of having all of this, but it will never be possible. My father's farming skills are far better than me and harder than me, but he works hard. For a lifetime, he ca n’t even support his own child. I want to make it easier for him. As long as he comes to Cuba, it is not difficult to achieve this. ”

The young man is very optimistic and the self-confidence shown is surprising. The old man has no doubt that the young man can achieve his ideal-to make his father's life easier.

"The last question, maybe you have already seen it. I am an official of the Qing Empire, and I am a senior official of a higher grade. Do you have anything to say to me?" Chen old man is ready to end this investigation, although time It's not long, but I have enough information.

"Well, Master Qingtian, maybe you want me to call you like this. Actually, I don't want to use this word to describe anyone except Mr. Reem--" The young man looked at old man Chen without fear or even dismissed him. the meaning of.

The old man keenly noticed that there was a gun bag hanging next to the young man's saddle, and a walnut rifle handle was next to the young man. As long as the young man wanted it, he could pull it out at any time.

"I want to tell you that if a person does not treat others with integrity, he will never be respected. A country is the same. The country does not know that there are people, so the people do not know that there is a country. If you do n’t do something, believe me, like There will be more and more people who abandon the Qing Empire like this, of course. Maybe you like me, you don't care. "The young man shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned the horse's head and whipped away at the distant cattle.

The country does not know that there is a people, and the people do not know that there is a country.

The old man just stood there thinking for a long time.

"This must have been arranged by someone. I don't believe an ordinary person understands these principles." Wu Zideng gritted his teeth.

"Enough Master Wu, I think we can come to a conclusion now." The old man sighed faintly, the wrinkles on his face were deeper than ever.