The sun never sets in America

Chapter 72
In mid-May, the weather in Xijing has begun to get a little hot.

The bright sunshine of California shines on this ancient American land, nourishing countless lives.

bang... bang...

On the field, a group of soldiers riding tall horses passed quickly over the field ridge, kicking up a burst of earthy-yellow dust.

The dust was quickly blown away by a gust of south wind and disappeared into the vibrant mining field, blending in with the crops.

On the golden fields, endless wheat is planted, and it will only take a while before it can be harvested.

And at a hillside in the field, a row of brand new wooden houses stood among them.

When the cavalry just arrived in front of the small village, they saw an inscription written in Chinese and Spanish erected under the big tree at the entrance of the village...

Letter to: Hongguang Village.

In the center of the cavalry, a young man in black attire looked at the village in front of him and the inscription at the entrance of the village and said: "Ma Wenyuan, go to the village and see if you can stay in the village tonight." The young man is no one else. It was Liu Peng who came out of Xijing.

"Yes, in power... Young Master." The word "in power" that Ma Wenyuan just blurted out was swallowed back by Liu Peng's warning eyes, and then he dismounted and walked towards the village.

As Ma Wenyuan walked into Hongguang Village, he looked at the houses and streets inside and thought to himself.

I saw that the furnishings inside were very consistent with the scenes of rural California under Liu Jiabao's rule during this period. Whether it was the mill or the granary where grain was stored, they were very consistent with the lifestyle of ordinary Chinese families.

But the temple for worship inside and the bone ornaments reveal the origin of Hongguang Village, a village composed of Indians.

At this moment, several young people, surrounding an old man on crutches, walked quickly towards where Ma Wenyuan was...

Although the old man was wearing a Western-style short shirt, gray trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes, he looked very Westernized, but the bone necklace around his neck gave people a sense of barbarism and civilization. The feeling of blending into each other.

The young men next to the old man were much more normal, wearing white shirts, coarse cloth trousers, a buffalo leather belt around their waists, and even a musket on their waists.

Under Ma Wenyuan's observation, he found that although these muskets had been wiped clean, they still could not hide the scars on their handles, which were caused by peeling paint.

Judging from the appearance of this gun, it should be a gun produced more than ten years ago, and there is a series of Spanish words written on the exposed handle. It seems that it was seized by Liujiabao and finally eliminated by the local power. The muskets used by the camp.

There are many such muskets throughout California, and basically every village has a few of them. They are usually used for self-defense and hunting, but in wartime, those who hold muskets, whether they are Indians, Indo-Europeans, or whites , all have to accept recruitment from the local Liujiabao local government.

This is also a way for Liujiabao to rule the place and mobilize local power, especially the young and strong. Those tribes and even villages and towns that do not obey the conscription will naturally be conquered by the local garrison...

After the conquest, villages and even tribes will be broken up and integrated into nearby villages and towns, until the power of resistance has completely disappeared.

"My lord... who are you?" The old Indian man looked at Ma Wenyuan and asked cautiously. One of the young men translated for the old man.

"Old man, we are passing businessmen. We would like to rest in your village for a night. Is it possible?" Ma Wenyuan found an excuse for them as to the origin of their group. "Of course, we will not stay in vain, we will pay for it." ..." After Ma Wenyuan finished speaking, he took out a money bag from his pocket and revealed Hua Yuan with white flowers inside and Liu Yan's face printed on it.

"It is our blessing to Hongguang Village that all distinguished guests have come from afar. This money will be waived." After listening to the young man's translation, the old Indian looked at the heavy money bag in Ma Wenyuan's hand. There was no greed in his eyes. Sex, but refused on the spot, making several young people on the side a little anxious. After all, compared with the old people with simple folk customs, these young people have seen the prosperity outside, but all this prosperity requires something called money. Now With so much money in front of them, it was a pity that they didn't want it... They even sighed inwardly that they missed an opportunity to make a fortune this time.

"So, I'm sorry for bothering you." Ma Wenyuan clasped his hands together and leaned forward slightly, showing respect for the old man.

"Tamu, Tasha, you two go arrange the rooms and stables." The old man looked at Ma Wenyuan, who respected him in front of him, nodded slightly to express his approval, and then arranged for his two grandsons to arrange for those outside the village. He even arranged accommodation for the horse he was riding, which can be described as very kind...

Ma Wenyuan was slightly moved.

Liu Peng, who is outside the village, is observing the supplies of this village called Hongguang Village. In front of this existence is an endless field, with several hills on the left and back, and a small river named Hongguang River on the right. Hongguang Village is located in the mountain col, it can be said that it is surrounded by mountains and rivers...

It’s like a paradise on earth! !

While Liu Peng continued to observe everything around Hongguang Village, Ma Wenyuan came out with two young people with Indian appearance and came to Liu Peng.

"Young Master, they have agreed to our accommodation." Ma Wenyuan looked up at Liu Peng on the horse and said, "They have also arranged a stable for us..." Ma Wenyuan told Liu Peng about the old man in Hongguang Village who just gave them Make arrangements for the stable.

"Thank you for the hospitality!!" After hearing this, Liu Peng thanked the two young people who knew Chinese with clasped fists.

Tasha and Tamu immediately responded with fists clasped.

It is said that this fist-holding salute was first circulated in the military and was used as a military salute for subordinates to face their superiors. Later, it gradually evolved into a common gesture in the entire California officialdom, and finally spread to the people.

This etiquette is passed down from top to bottom, and it is the same in Liujiabao. The fist-holding ceremony is a typical example. In addition, chopsticks and Chinese food, which have cultural attributes, have become popular on a large scale throughout California.

This is especially true among Indians. In places where they were naturalized earlier, eating Chinese food and using chopsticks has become a common thing. Even in those newly naturalized Indian villages and towns, chopsticks are used in tribes. Chinese food is also a symbol of civilization and advancement...

In fact, culture has always been something that has been learned from those who are strong. But now in California and on the West Coast, who is the most powerful is, of course, the Chinese people, mainly Liujiabao, and the Chinese culture behind them.

These are the results of a strong civilization. What is a strong civilization? It means occupying the absolute right to speak in a place or a certain field. Liujiabao, a Chinese, just happens to occupy the entire discourse of California. The right, the right to interpret legal provisions...

Even those reluctant white people have to admit who is the real leading force in California, who is the first-class citizen, and whose culture is the most powerful...

It used to be the Latin culture represented by Mexico, but now it is the Chinese culture represented by Liu Jiabao.

Of course, this does not mean that Liujiabao must ban other cultures. In fact, in California today, Western-style restaurants, pastries, and Saturdays and Sundays in Western Christian culture are all legal holidays in Liujiabao. Of course, , Comply or not is a matter of two opinions... But at least the superficial work is done well.

Then, led by Tamu and Tasha, Liu Peng and the guards who protected him entered the village.

In the village, naked children ran around around them, touching the horses under the guards from time to time, and then burst into laughter like silver bells.

The laughter was so clear and pleasant that it seemed to take Liu Peng back to the time when he was playing in Liujiabao.

In the village, the women holding their children and the Indian farmers holding farm tools carefully observed the outsiders, their eyes full of curiosity...

Some children wanted to touch the muskets on the guards, but were severely scolded by adults, as if doing so would cause trouble.

"Hello, old man..." After Liu Peng dismounted, he went straight to the village elder, the old man who had just let them in to rest. He showed a kind smile and said hello cordially, "Old man, thank you for letting us Entering the village to rest, you are simply more kind than God..." Liu Peng skillfully used the Indian language widely spread in California to sing praises to the old man in front of him, with a smile on his face, as if he really respected the old man in front of him. Same.

"You're flattered, young man!!" When the old man first heard Liu Peng's fluent Indian language, his eyes immediately flashed with surprise, but he soon calmed down. After all, the Indians have now learned Chinese, and these Chinese It makes sense to learn their Indian language.

"Young man, we are preparing a dinner for you, please don't refuse." The old man looked up at the sun that was about to set, and then said to Liu Peng, "Don't refuse, this is God's will, God wants us to meet, Let us meet again..." With a solemn expression, the old man read to Liu Peng a divine prophecy that was widely circulated in the western Americas.

"I understand, old man." Liu Peng clasped his hands together and expressed his compliance with the old man.

"Tamu, Tasha, quickly arrange for these guests to rest." The old man looked at the polite Liu Peng in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered his two grandsons.

"Please follow me..." Tamu was the first to stand up and said to Liu Peng, while Tasha on the side led the guards and horses to the stable where fodder was still being prepared.

hiss... hiss...

The horses raised by the Indians in the stable immediately neighed when they saw the tall war horses guarding them, as if to warn these outsiders not to provoke them easily, they are not easy to mess with! !
In a guest room in the village that looked like it was covered with animal skin carpets, Liu Peng and the old man were sitting cross-legged on the carpet. In front of them, there were seasonal fruits and sweets bought in nearby towns.

"I'm old, I can't eat these good things anymore..." The old man picked up a piece of peach cake, showing his missing teeth, and said to Liu Peng with some emotion, "Young man, when I was your age, I was still hunting in the Hongshan tribe. At that time, it took seven or eight people to subdue a bison. If you encounter a larger bull king, even a dozen people will be in danger when hunting." The old man told Liu Peng talked about his experience hunting with the tribe when he was young.

"Until this year, we were a tribe that settled in the back mountains for hunting." The old man continued to talk to Liu Peng about the origins of these people. "But this year, we have lived in a house like this and eaten like this." Delicious, young people, this is all the credit of you Chinese... It is you Chinese who saved us." The old man picked up the peach cake in his hand, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth and slowly ground it, while grinding, he said to Liu Peng Gangui said, his face showing his gratitude to the Chinese and Liu Jiabao.

"You deserve all of this. We Chinese have a saying, God will help those who help themselves, and God will abandon those who abandon themselves..." Liu Peng smiled and replied to the old man, "What's more, you helped us defeat those white people. We should thank you." The defeat of the white people in Liu Peng's words was the rebellion of the nearby white people at the end of last month. If Hongguang Village and some nearby Indian villages and towns had not organized manpower to resist desperately, this place might have been destroyed long ago. White people, woe is over.

How can there be a scene where the whole family is healthy now...

"Young man, this is what we should do." After hearing this, the old man showed a wrinkled smile on his face, "What's more, you have brought the long-lost peace to us Indians, and what we imagined Even if we die, we must defend the hard-won life we ​​have now..." The old man replied to Liu Peng with a firm face, revealing a hint of age-old tenacity and even enthusiasm in his tone.

"As you said, there is no such thing as a free lunch, right?" The old man looked at Liu Peng and asked, "We have eaten enough, and it is expected to pay a small price." The old man was very open-minded. Liu Peng continued, not at all annoyed or even angry because hundreds of villagers died when they resisted the white uprising some time ago.

It's like all of this is a price that needs to be paid, it just depends on the size of the price.

"Old man, you are indeed amazing!!" Liu Peng heard this and gave a thumbs up to the old man in front of him, "How old is this old man?" Liu Peng then found a topic about age and asked the old man.

"It's 82..." The old man broke off his fingers and said such a number, "It's not far from returning to the embrace of God..." Although the old man said this, there was no sadness on his face. After all, in this age where medical care is scarce, nutrition is inadequate, sanitation is not perfect, and most people drink raw water, 82 years old is already a lifespan that is beyond the reach of most people.

"The old man is in good health and hopes to live to be a hundred years old." Liu Peng looked at the old man and comforted him with some emotion.

"Haha..." The old man burst into laughter upon hearing this, revealing his teeth that were full of chips.

Then the old man and Liu Peng chatted about things in the village. Basically, the old man was talking and Liu Peng was listening and asking questions from time to time.

After the conversation, Liu Peng also had the most basic understanding of the current life of the grassroots, or lower-class Indians, as well as the attitude towards the Chinese and Liujiabao.

In general, combined with the investigation and discovery along the way, most Indians have a favorable impression of Liujiapu. This can be seen from the fact that more and more Indians are learning Chinese, Chinese characters, and Chinese culture. figure it out……

After all, no matter how you put it, Liu Jiabao was the savior who saved them from the white man's butcher knife and introduced them to civilization.

Although some coercive methods were used, who can guarantee that the Indians will be brought into Chinese civilization and modern civilization without harming their lives and basic rights? ?

From this point of view, Liujiabao has made a contribution to America and the Indians, and it has made a great contribution.

What's more, for most Indians, the boundary between civilization and barbarism is often only a moment. It turns out that because of the barbarism and suppression, and even massacre, of the white people, the Indians fell into a self-enclosed state in order to protect themselves. within the link.

But things are different now. The Indians under Liujiabao's rule have gained unprecedented respect and a civilization that is fatally tempting to them.

Liujiabao's force and cultural strength have allowed Liujiabao, or the history of the origin of Indians compiled by Liu Peng, to be supported by more and more Indians, even in the interior of North America and the Republic of Mexico. In other places, such as Nevada and Arizona, you can see the later revised history book on the origins of the Americas...

Of course, some Indians are very skeptical about the story in the book about the origin of China and India, and about the Indians' eastward journey to America, but this still does not prevent this book from becoming popular in places where Indians of all sizes live.

Even some white people have read this book describing the origins of America, especially the Indians, and have developed a hatred for Liujiabao and the Chinese, and most of these people are in the Republic of Mexico.

In particular, some activists within the Republic of Mexico used this book on the origins of the Americas as a basis to discuss the threat that Indians and Liujiapu Chinese pose to the Republic of Mexico and to white people...

Finally, we came to a conclusion, that is, Liujiapu cannot be wiped out. If it is not wiped out, it will be them, the Mexicans, who will die in the end! !
This is the consensus reached by many Mexican elites.

In view of this, the recruitment and training of new recruits, which were still procrastinating, have become faster. A new storm is rolling towards Liujiabao, California, and this new regional government.

(End of this chapter)