America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 41
The old man turned into a small road with a group of people.

Chen Jianqiu kept his hand on the holster around his waist, he looked back, Xiao En and Asuka acted the same as him, only Adam still looked indifferent.

Anyway, he drew his gun quickly.

The old man led them through a forest, and they discovered that there was a small village behind the forest.

Chen Jianqiu felt a little dazed for a while. The architectural style of this village was completely different from what he had seen in the western United States these days.

This is a familiar feeling, different from the common wooden houses in small towns in the United States. Although these houses are also temporary, they are patchwork and have a strong Chinese style.

In the early morning, the village is peaceful, with smoke rising from the chimneys of the houses, a few women working in the vegetable field in front of the houses, and a few dogs passing through the field ridges from time to time, chasing and fighting with each other.

If Chen Jianqiu hadn't clearly known that he was in the suburbs of Denver, he would have thought he was in some mountain village in China.

On the edge of the village, there is a large terraced field that has been reclaimed, where corn and wheat are planted, and there is also a small piece of red plants. Chen Jianqiu took a closer look and found that it was sorghum.

"Old man, how can sorghum be grown here?" Chen Jianqiu asked. He had no impression that the United States had the habit of growing such things on a large scale in the 19th century.

"I didn't expect the seeds brought from my hometown to be quite adaptable and drought-tolerant in this place." The old man's words were meaningful.

He brought Chen Jianqiu and the others to a house, tied up the horses, and led the three of them into the house.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a woman is cooking something by the stove.

"Go and call Niu San and the others here." The old man whispered to the woman, who wiped her hands on her clothes and hurried out.

Chen Jianqiu became vigilant, and he drew a little distance away from the old man, ready to control him at any time.

The old man didn't seem to notice his movements, just staring at the stove in a daze.

Soon, the woman hurried over with several burly middle-aged men.

The woman let them in, and the old man closed the door gently.

This time even Adam regained his sober state, and the four of them were on full alert, ready to fight at any time.

The old man turned around, plopped, and knelt down in front of Chen Jianqiu, while the woman and the big men were stunned for a moment, and then knelt down in unison.

"Zhang Danian, a soldier under the King of England, sees the young master and waits for the young master to dispatch."

This kneeling startled Chen Jianqiu, even though he had experienced so many things, he was a little confused.

But he quickly stepped forward to support the old man.

"Old man, didn't you admit the wrong person?" Chen Jianqiu wanted to help him up and be worshiped alive, a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Danian and the strong men looked at each other, but quickly replied firmly:

"At the beginning, I protected the young master to go out of the city, but I was separated later and failed to protect the master. Even if I die, I can't escape the blame." The more Zhang Danian said, the more excited he was, and he burst into tears, "The young master grew up and changed his name to 'Chen Jianqiu'. Although the appearance has changed slightly, I can still recognize it."

Chen Jianqiu wiped away the tears from the old man's face, without speaking.

He has a little impression of the dream he had before, but he still can't recall the other information. It's a bit sloppy for the old man to judge his identity based on his appearance alone.

I don't want to be ostentatious, and I don't intend to rush to get rid of the relationship.

The former is bad, the latter is stupid.

Seeing that Chen Jianqiu was silent, the old man glanced at the three people behind Chen Jianqiu, with a look of sudden realization.

It seems that the young master has acquiesced, but he just doesn't want these three people to know his identity.

Then don't mention it.

At this time, Sean was in a daze, what happened, what's going on?
Asuka expressed emotion, the person he was following was indeed not simple, he would kneel when he met someone of the same race in the wilderness.

Adam's gaze was attracted by a bottle containing a transparent liquid on the table.

"Get up quickly." Chen Jianqiu helped Zhang Danian up, his eyes stopped on those strong men.

"Young master, don't worry, this village is all your own people, no one will reveal your whereabouts, otherwise you will be dealt with by military law." Zhang Danian saw Chen Jianqiu's doubts.

"Then let them go." Chen Jianqiu said.

The old man dismissed the crowd, happily moved a stool for Chen Jianqiu to sit down, and stood aside by himself.

"Sit down too."

The old man hesitated for a while, then sat down against the table.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and said to the three people behind, "Would you like to go out for a walk?"

Sean and Asuka nodded, but Adam sniffed his nose, still staring at the bottle.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Erguotou." Zhang Danian replied in English, but it seemed like he said nothing.

"A kind of wine, for real men, do you want to try it?" Chen Jianqiu explained, and he quickly understood what the small piece of sorghum in the field was grown for.

Adam was not polite at all, and walked out the door with a bottle in his hand.

Chen Jianqiu told Zhang Danian about his experience during this period, but he kept silent about the things about Shiquan Town and his amnesia before.

Zhang Danian didn't ask too many questions, and listened very carefully.

"Why are you here?" Chen Jianqiu was a little surprised.

Zhang Danian sighed.

"After being washed away, we were hunted down all the way. We escaped and were injured. The rest of us sneaked onto a merchant ship with me. Who knew that the leader of the merchant ship was a smuggler who sold us off as piggies. United States."

"We built the railway in California at the beginning, but the conditions were too harsh. Almost every kilometer of the paved road, several people died, and a few of our people also died. The rest of us and I escaped."

"We then took the train intermittently and walked all the way to Denver."

"With the help of fellow Chinese, we settled down and made a living by doing some coolie work."

"Then why don't you continue to live in Chinatown?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Zhang Danian's face changed, and his eyes were on fire.

"Because it was a year ago."

"I just came back from the cargo depot that day, but I saw a group of thugs rushing in with sticks, stones, and axes. They attacked us wantonly, and many houses were smashed down."

"Niu San and I knocked down a few people, but there were more and more of them, and many of them were knocked down to the ground."

"I wanted to fight them, but they rushed at the women and children. We had to protect them and fight while retreating. Niu Er said he was in the rear, and then he never came back."

Chen Jianqiu frowned tightly, his face solemn.

Zhang Danian faced Qi Rong, and continued: "They said they were involved in the investigation, but I couldn't believe them, eight hours! Those thugs tortured Qi Rong for a full eight hours, and no one showed up at the scene!"

"Later, some people went back. I heard from them that the whole street was almost destroyed. I brought some people here. It originally belonged to a farmer, but he thought it was too barren and gave up. We pooled money and rented it. As long as I have breath, I hope to protect them well."

Chen Jianqiu took a deep breath, even though he was used to these things these days, he still felt something pressing on his chest.

"Who did it?" he asked.

"I don't know. It's said to be an Irishman."

"Okay, I know."

(End of this chapter)