America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 1 Knife in the Fingers Game

1881, Rock Springs, Wyoming

The town is not big, it was a small carriage post more than ten years ago, but since the discovery of coal mines, more and more people have settled here.Most of them are miners, as well as merchants who provide them with food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Here you can find anything from a small town in the western United States at the end of the [-]th century, grocery stores, police stations, taverns, and even girls who provide "special services" for miners.

At this time, night had already enveloped the town, but the tavern in the center of the town was brightly lit.

"Who's next?"

The stubble-faced burly man pulled out the sharp dagger stuck upside down on the table with one hand, and took all the money on the table to his side with the other.

The dagger was dripping with blood, and the owner of the blood was clutching his finger, and walked out of the hotel in a resentment. He had to go to the grocery store in the town to try his luck, otherwise, losing a few dollars would be no big deal. The infection would soon kill him.

What they just played was a game called "knife through fingers".

"Johnny, your wine." The tavern owner went around the bar and handed it to the big man with a glass of whiskey. "It's almost enough to make extra money. No one here is your opponent."

The white miners onlookers stared wide-eyed, no one wanted to go up, but a few were whistling and booing.

Johnny took another sip, and his eyes began to scan the tavern unscrupulously, finally stopping at a few Chinese miners in the corner.

There are even more Chinese than whites in this town, but they have been working in the mines longer.And, during the short rest period, they prefer to stay with their compatriots in their living quarters.Even when they came to the tavern occasionally, the Chinese miners were unwilling to speak too loudly. They often just sat in the corner silently, chatting about their own topics.

At this time, the performance of these Chinese miners is obviously in line with Johnny's consistent cognition.

They stared blankly in Johnny's direction, their eyes blank.

"Johnny, you don't even want the money for these 'yellow mules', do you?" A white miner behind Johnny laughed wildly in his dialect.

Johnny snorted contemptuously.

The Chinese miners lowered their heads one after another.Except for one person.

A young miner stood up. His upper body was almost naked except for a coal-stained half-black linen vest. He was well-proportioned and strong, with a bronze luster under the light of the tavern.

He picked up a cloth bag, turned and walked towards the door.

The laughter of everyone behind Johnny became even more unscrupulous.

"Hey! Hey! That!" Johnny was a little dissatisfied, and shouted at the young miner.

The young man ignored him and continued walking towards the door.A white miner rushed up, trying to grab the young man.

But the young man stopped suddenly, leaning his body slightly, and the miner missed it all of a sudden, knocking his head on the doorpost.

"Sir, I want to go back to pancakes. I don't have time to play with you." A standard English sentence came, gentle and polite, which didn't even match his image.

Johnny froze for a moment, but quickly returned to his original expression: "Boy, come and play, soon, if you don't have money, you can get credit. After all, you are used to it, hahahaha!"

The cloth bag was placed on the table, and the young man had already turned around at this time, with sharp features, sharp eyebrows, a torch in his heart, and light in his eyes.

"Uncle, take care of my wheat flour for me." The young man said softly.

"Jianqiu, don't go!" The white-bearded old man by the table shook his head at the young man with a cigarette pouch in his hand, and said in Chinese, "This man is from the south. It is said that he used to be a famous cowboy. Now he is here Sheriff Morris's men are gunmen, and no one for hundreds of miles has played with him with a knife."

Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to hear the old man's order, he went straight to Johnny's table and sat down.

Johnny took out 10 dollars from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"Boy, if you beat me, the $10 is yours."

The eyes of all the people behind were straightened, and some people swallowed uncontrollably. The monthly salary of the miners was only 40 US dollars.

One of Johnny's hands was spread out on the table, and the other hand held the dagger and stabbed at the table.The tip of the dagger bounced lightly back and forth between the fingers, like a butterfly piercing flowers, which was dizzying.

There was a pocket watch on the table, and the second hand was ticking.

The dagger stopped and slammed into the table.

"20 seconds!" exclaimed a group of white miners behind the desk.

Chen Jianqiu's expression did not change much.

He fumbled in his arms for a while, and slowly pulled out a quarter, which he placed on the table.The other hand pulled out the dagger, and the tip of the dagger hesitated above the gaps between the fingers, as if not sure where to start.

There was a roar of laughter from the crowd around the table, and the language was extremely rude.

"Chicken, have you never held a knife before?"

"'Skinny Boar', let's go home and play your XX, ahahahaha!"

"I want to increase the size too, hahaha"

The dagger fell down and stuck between the thumb and index finger, then slowly lifted up and moved behind the thumb.

The laughter became wilder and harsher.The Chinese miners sitting in the corner lowered their heads. They have been used to all kinds of insults since they came to the United States, and they chose to continue to endure.

Johnny narrowed his eyes. He first glanced at the pocket watch on the table. Ten seconds had passed. He was thinking that it would be more interesting to humiliate the young man in front of him later.

Chen Jianqiu's neck moved, and he loosened his shoulders.

Suddenly, the muscles in the arm holding the dagger began to jump, and the dagger moved suddenly.Everyone didn't even see his movements clearly, they could only hear the sound of "duk duk" as the tip of the knife was nailed to the wooden table.

When everyone came back to their senses, the dagger had been inserted upside down in the center of the table.

There was a moment of silence in the tavern, until someone staring at the pocket watch on the table reported the time of the operation just now.

"15 seconds!"

Everyone is stupid.

"Impossible, this kid is cheating!" A white miner leaned over the table and began to observe, but the little knife marks on the table proved that Chen Jianqiu's shots were not only quick, but also accurate.

There seemed to be no expression on Chen Jianqiu's face. He stood up, picked up his own coin on the table, and took the 10 dollars from Johnny's face, shook it towards Johnny, and put it in together. In the gown: "Thanks, brother."

Johnny's face was flushed red because of the surge of alcohol, or from embarrassment, and he grabbed Chen Jianqiu's wrist.

"Dude, do you want to play another game?"

Chen Jianqiu froze for a moment. He glanced at Johnny and the unconvinced white miners behind him, and at the pocket watch on the table.

Suddenly laughed.

"Okay, sir, but I can't delay too long. I have to go back to prepare tomorrow's breakfast at 9 o'clock."

Johnny reached out to grab the dagger on the table, but suddenly felt a tightness on his wrist. It turned out that his hand had been firmly held by the young man in front of him, unable to move at all.

The smile on Chen Jianqiu's face became more obvious: "Why don't we make a more exciting bet."

"Let's bet a hand."

Johnny only felt a figure flicker in front of him, and another dagger was stuck on the table. He subconsciously looked at his waist, and there was only an empty dagger case left.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the dagger, swung it across, and there was a piece of cloth in his hand like a magic trick.The original owner of the cloth was the white miner who approached him just now, and now he looked at his empty cuffs and dared not speak out.

The young man covered his eyes with cloth strips, put his left hand on the table, picked up the dagger with his right hand, and inserted it between his fingers, quickly and accurately.

After two cuts, Chen Jianqiu used a flower knife, threw the dagger high, pulled out another dagger on the table with his right hand, and continued his performance.

The daggers were inserted faster and faster, and everyone felt that there were only afterimages of the two daggers on the table, flying up and down, which was really beautiful.

Everyone was stunned, until two daggers were stabbed in front of Johnny with two "dong dong".

No one paid attention to the time on the pocket watch anymore, but Chen Jianqiu took off the cloth from his eyes and made a "please" gesture to Johnny.

At this moment, Johnny's face had turned into a liver color, and he tremblingly pulled out the dagger in front of him, and picked up a cloth to cover his eyes.

A few seconds later, a muffled groan was heard, and as expected, the dagger was stuck in Johnny's hand, and the wound was bleeding outward.

The young man stood up, grabbed another dagger on the table, walked up to the clamoring white miner just now, and stared at him: "Just now, you said that you want to increase the size? Or did you call me a 'yellow mule'?" coming?"

The white miner shook his head like a rattle, but suddenly he felt that his eyes blurred, and there was a big gash on the back of his hand.

The miner covered his hands and began to howl.

Chen Jianqiu didn't look at them any more, he picked up his bag of wheat flour, whistled and walked out the gate of the tavern amidst the shock of the crowd, no one stopped him.

The streets of Shiquan Town were filled with a hazy mist, and the air was full of the smell of dust.

Standing at the door of the tavern with a cloth bag on his back, Chen Jianqiu was thinking about how to spend the $10 he earned, when someone bumped him from behind.

He turned his head sharply and saw a black man in miner's clothes shaking his head drunkenly.Seeing Chen Jianqiu turning his head, the black man straightened up embarrassedly, straightened his crooked vest for him, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Sorry, brother, I drank too much and didn't see you clearly in front."

Chen Jianqiu smiled, indicating that he didn't mind, and the black man continued to stagger out.

But within a few seconds, Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he put his hand into his arms.

really!The $10 was gone.

"Fuck, don't run!"

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