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Chapter 51, Chapter 51, Station, Uncle Zhang, Big Stubble Porridge

51,

The fog in West Elizabeth was thick in the morning. When the surrounding fog gradually dispersed, Riggs Station was still shrouded in bursts of white water mist, which was the water vapor released by the locomotive steam engine.

Amid the urging and scolding of the train staff and the Cornish guards, Chinese workers in shabby clothes and unkempt hair climbed out of the freight cars of the train.

Like driving a flock of sheep, a total of 100 of them were gathered together under the leadership of a few foremen, counting the number of people and checking their certificates.

The long line quickly lined up, and everything was in order. In their numb expressions, there were only two things that were thought about: one was the thin salute behind their backs, which contained all their wealth; A large pot was set up in the north, and the white water vapor was tumbling, and the aroma of corn was like a hook, stirring their already entangled stomachs.

Since there is no work these days, there is no need to eat so full. This is the rule of the Cornwall company, and it has always been the case.This meal is their first meal of the day, and the next meal will have to wait until evening.

Standing opposite Riggs Railway Station, on a cliff level with the second floor of the station, Dai Pingan, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, carefully observed the queue below.In fact, Dai Ping'an is not worried about being recognized at all, just like Chinese people think foreigners look almost the same, and foreigners are also face blind when they look at Chinese people.What's more, this is not in Lemoyne State, but West Elizabeth, which is one state away.

In addition, the photo on the arrest warrant was taken when he was at his thinnest, and it was so abstract.After this period of cultivation, eating and drinking, Dai Ping'an's face is now much rounder, and the prominent cheekbones before are not obvious. Compared with the photo of the arrest warrant, it is hard to say that he is a person.

Most importantly, Dai Pingan was wearing a dark blue cavalry hat and a uniform dark blue windbreaker suit for the Cornish guards, just like the other guards.Two black buffalo leather bullet belts are crossed on the outside of the blue vest. Below the densely packed brass bullets, there is a black buffalo leather belt full of bullets and three black holsters on the left, middle and right.

Although I don't understand why he is so heavily armed, far more than other guards, but the Schofield revolver, the shortened shotgun, and the latest and most expensive M1900 pistol all express a problem to everyone——

This guy is either a ruthless one, or a rookie idiot who relies on weapons to make himself feel safe.

Fortunately, so far, no one has planned to come up to test Dai Ping'an's quality, so he has the time to stand alone on the edge of the cliff and blow the wind.

The mountain wind in the morning was a bit cold, so Dai Pingan smoked a cigarette.

He tried to find familiar faces from the team below, but it was a pity that everyone's faces were so strange and numb.They were whispering, and when Dai Ping'an was looking at them, they were secretly looking at the well-dressed second devil on the mountain with a kind of vigilance.

Yes, the kind of dude who serve as the dog's leg of the foreign devils.

For a few taels of silver, bow down to foreigners, kneel down like a dog, turn around and bully your compatriots, and forget your ancestors, there will inevitably be animals everywhere.Of course, the Chinese workers are no exception, but they are generally just a foreman, and if they are a little bit better, they will be like the uncle of the hometown association. Like Dai Ping'an, they will be the guards of the Cornwall company. Obviously they are still high-level. See you for the first time.

After searching around above, Dai Ping'an simply walked down and searched one by one along the line.

It is difficult for foreigners to recognize Chinese people, but it is too easy for Chinese people to recognize Chinese people.He was the one who killed the former uncle of the fellow countrymen's association. If there were members of the fellowship's association among these people, and he had seen the people he could recognize, in case he said something to other guards or police detectives who stopped the road for inspection along the way, This is great fun.

Following the team to find them one by one, Dai Ping'an can see the appearance of these Chinese workers better when they get close contact.It's not ragged, but the old clothes are mended again and again.Unlike the disheveled and emaciated Chinese in the slums of Saint-Denis, these Chinese workers are all strong and strong. It is the smell that has been sweating but has not been cleaned for a long time lingering in the team, which cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Most of the people he was looking at lowered their heads, and there were a few who bravely looked at them, but none of them were the people he was looking for.Looking at them one by one, finally at the end of the line, Dai Ping'an stopped.

The big pot set up was already boiling, and what was boiled in it was porridge made from corn grains, a bowl of corn porridge, and a piece of black bread. Hua Gong's breakfast was a combination of Chinese and Western.A 40-year-old middle-aged man cooks the porridge, and a young man next to him is distributing bread.

The cooking team proceeded in an orderly manner.Dai Pingan picked up a bowl from the ground, wiped it with his sleeve, stepped into the line openly, and walked to the cauldron.

The food team stopped.

The young man subconsciously handed over the black bread, but Dai Pingan didn't pick it up, but stretched the bowl to the edge of the cauldron.

A large spoonful of corn porridge was scooped up, but it couldn't fill Dai Pingan's bowl. The boiled mashed corn in the spoon was dropped back into the pot little by little along with the soup.Because the spoon is shaking, the hand holding the spoon is also shaking, and the owner of the hand has already shaken into chaff.

"Don't shake, Uncle Zhang, why haven't you corrected your old problem?"

"No~ I didn't shake~ I~"

Realizing that something was wrong, the cooking team behind Dai Ping'an retreated a lot.

The spoon shook even more. Even though the middle-aged man named Uncle Zhang held the spoon with both hands, he still couldn't stabilize it.The young man who was distributing bread next to him wanted to come up to help, but was pushed aside by his arm.

"Jin Xi... No! Master Dai!"

Uncle Zhang suppressed the sweat on his brow, and his spoon finally stabilized.

"Master Dai? It seems that Uncle Zhang, you already know what I did."

"Don't dare, just call me Dazhi."

"You're welcome, Uncle Zhang. Back then, I also ate food in this pot of yours. This seniority can't be messed up. Now that you already know, I want to ask, what kind of reward will our fellow countrymen offer?"

"A fragrance master."

"So low? After all, I'm also the one who killed the former uncle. That's too much contempt for me."

After hearing this, Uncle Zhang couldn't help shivering, but Dai Pingan on the opposite side didn't end there:

"Are there any members of our hometown association among the 100 people?"

"No~ no more."

"Really?" Dai Pingan smiled, and looked at the young man with a similar face and nervous expression next to Uncle Zhang: "This is your son? He grows up very fast."

"There are two more, one surnamed Wang and one surnamed Duan, but they don't know you."

"Master?"

Uncle Zhang nodded.

"What kind of high law?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it."

"Really? Then I have to find a chance to meet."

While talking, Dai Ping'an turned his head to look at the team behind him, only to find that the team behind him had retreated a lot.Dai Ping'an turned around and asked Uncle Zhang to fill the bowl:
"After that, I have a chance to help you introduce. I, Huang Sibao, like to make friends the most, so please~ Uncle Zhang, I will have to rely on you to take care of me more~more~ in the future."

After saying this, the spoon stopped shaking, and the porridge in Dai Pingan's bowl was quickly filled.

While sucking the big stubble porridge while it was hot, Dai Pingan turned around and walked back. When he left, he didn't forget to take a piece of black bread from Uncle Zhang's son and handed it to the Chinese worker behind him.

If you join someone else's team, you have to feel good about it.

There is no sugar or salt in the big stubble porridge, but with the heat and the original taste of corn, Dai Pingan can't help but think of the pancakes made by friends in Northeast China before, cold salad and skin care. Pork stew noodles.

It smells old.

Dai Ping'an remembered very clearly that after eating the meal, it was this kind of big stubble porridge that was brought out.

The past was unbearable, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Just as Dai Pingan was slurping the porridge in the bowl to recall the past, a piece of bread fell to his feet.

He has teeth...

(End of this chapter)