America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 269 Old Man and Wine
Chen Jianqiu and Browning walked towards the town together.

With the efforts of Chen Jianqiu and many Chinese workers, Roswell New Town has begun to take shape.

The current position of mayor is still vacant, still under the jurisdiction of Lincolnshire.

But everyone knows who to listen to in this town.

Chen Jianqiu has never refused people other than Chinese to settle here.

He asked people to make a big sign with iron sheets on the stone fortress and the entrance of the town respectively, and wrote a few big characters in Chinese, English and Spanish respectively:
First sign: Welcome to Roswell.

The second sign: Roswell, where dreams begin.

However, it is too remote here, there are no good pastures, and the newly reclaimed farmland doesn't look very good, except for sand, which is still sand.

Except for the merchants, most of the people who can stay are the employees of the refinery.

However, every employee who joins the Roswell Refinery has undergone rigorous interviews.

They all must have a certain professional ability and sense of identity, and be able to accept getting along with Chinese workers and other people of color.

Of course, the corresponding treatment is also very good.

Chen Jianqiu and Browning walked along the road of the town, and they passed a small yard.

The yard doesn't look very big, and the walls are relatively simple. The adobe walls are covered with a layer of white ash, but the buildings inside still look quite delicate.

This is an upgraded version of the original "Plaza Lecture Hall" - Roswell Adult Night School.

There is no shortage of grassroots employees in the refinery, Chen Jianqiu.

Except for a small number of whites and Mexicans who passed the interview, most of them are Chinese workers.

Under the guidance of Zhang Danian, more and more Chinese workers came here.
These people have a full life.

There are three shifts in the factory, and workers work in refineries or test fields on weekdays.

When not in class on weekdays, [-] received trilingual education in the newly established school in Roswell; [-] practiced guns on the shooting range.

Group training on weekends, going out to practice.

After the class is over, there is an exam, and the grade of the exam is linked to the salary.

Mr. Holmes, the lecturer of the original "Square Lecture Hall", has been honored as the principal, and Chen Jianqiu personally issued the letter of appointment
On the sign at the gate of the courtyard wall, there is an inscription written by Chen Jianqiu, the honorary principal of the school:

All-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

A gun designer and inventor, Browning was also one of the school's lecturers.

He tilted his head and asked Chen Jianqiu: "Chen, I have been wondering why you have to spend time teaching these people? They are all adults, and some people are not very interested in what we are talking about."

Chen Jianqiu smiled:
"We Chinese have a saying, 'Live to be old, learn to be old'." He gestured to Browning, hoping that he would understand what he meant. "I hope they can understand newspapers and understand American culture." People talk."

In fact, there were two other purposes that he did not tell Browning.

The first one is that there is a class taught by him personally, the time is uncertain, there is no teaching material, it is all dictation, easy to understand, and the content cannot be published on some novel websites before he traveled.

It doesn't matter whether the people below understand or not, but the thinking must be unified and the goal must be clear.

Second, after solving the problem of food and clothing, he hopes that these people will have more things to do, otherwise, they will easily be full and have nothing to do.

The two walked through the yard, came to the center of the town, and walked into the newly opened tavern.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Chen Jianqiu saw the old face of the boss, who was standing in front of the counter, looking at them with a pleasant smile.

The boss originally opened a restaurant in Denver's Chinatown. After Chinatown was destroyed, he followed Zhang Danian, and later came here.

The furnishings in the tavern have a combination of Chinese and Western tastes. There are bar seats with a strong western flavor, and traditional wine jars and pickle jars can be seen in the counter.

The two found a table by the window and sat down. There was a tube of chopsticks on the table.

"Hey, Mr. Chen and Mr. Browning! Your honored guest! Mr. Chen, this is your first time here. What would you like to order?" The boss greeted him with a rag in his hand.

He bent down and wiped the dust off the table.

In a place like Roswell, it is easy to accumulate dust on the table, and even if a gust of wind blows, the table is easy to turn yellow.

There are no staff in this shop, except for the back kitchen, almost all other things require the boss to come in person.

"A glass of whiskey, boss." Browning was obviously not here for the first time. He put his hat on the table and gestured to the boss with a finger.

The boss nodded again and again, and he turned to Chen Jianqiu: "Mr. Chen, how about you?"

"Apart from whiskey and tequila, do you have any other alcohol?" Chen Jianqiu's eyes have already glanced at the wine tank behind the counter, "I remember that your restaurant in Denver was smashed?"

"Look at what you said, we, the restaurant owner, can still lose the guy's business?" The boss grinned at Chen Jianqiu, "There is no old wine, but there are still new wines to satisfy your hunger."

"Could it be Erguotou again?" Chen Jianqiu touched his nose.

"Hey, how do you know?" The boss was a little surprised, "The glutinous rice in this place is not very good. Zhang Danian left some sorghum for me last year."

"Let's have a pot." Chen Jianqiu nodded to the boss, "Cut another two catties of cooked beef."

The west is short of grain, but not short of beef.

"Okay, wait a moment." The boss hummed and sang, and trotted towards the back kitchen.

Chen Jianqiu pointed his thumb towards the owner's back, and asked Browning, "Have you ever seen such an energetic tavern owner in Utah?"

Browning shook his head: "I've never seen that before. They usually stay at their counters to wipe glasses."

After a while, the boss turned out from the back kitchen, holding a jug in his hand, covered with a wine cup; in the other hand, he was holding a large plate full of stacks Sliced ​​cooked beef.

He came in front of Chen Jianqiu and the others, and put the things in his hands on the table.

"Mr. Chen, here is the wine and meat you want, please use it slowly."

Then he turned to Browning: "Wait a minute, I'll pour you whiskey right now."

Browning hesitated for a moment, and shook his hand at the boss: "Uh, no need, you can get one for me, what?"

He pointed to the porcelain wine cup on the jug on the table.

"Wine ~ Cup" Chen Jianqiu added.

"Ah yes, the wine cup." Browning nodded repeatedly.

The boss agreed repeatedly, turned around and fetched a wine cup for Browning from the counter.

But when he returned to Chen Jianqiu's table, he found that Boss Chen had already poured a cup full of wine and walked out the door.

Facing the south direction, he raised the wine glass high above his head, bowed deeply, bent down and spilled the wine in the glass on the ground.

There was an alcoholic who loved to drink this baijiu the most during his lifetime.

He taught himself marksmanship, and also taught himself what is the survival principle of the West.

"An old friend." Chen Jianqiu walked back to the shop, sat down at the table, and poured a glass of wine for Browning.

"Come on, try it, this wine is strong but not strong." Chen Jianqiu handed the wine to Browning, filled it for himself at the same time, and raised the glass, "For the sake of the past and the future, I salute Roswell."

The two clinked glasses, and Chen Jianqiu drank it down in one gulp, while Browning choked on a glass of wine, coughing and crying.

Chen Jianqiu laughed loudly, picked up a piece of stewed beef with chopsticks, and handed it to the plate in front of him: "Try this."

Browning also followed Chen Jianqiu's example and took out two bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, but he couldn't pick them up no matter what, and finally grabbed them with his hands and put them in his mouth.

He laughed himself.

The two of them just had a cup for you and a cup for me, and drank it with the beef, chatting about things in the town and the weapon shop.

The wine has been refilled many times, and the meat has been refilled several times, and the faces of the two of them have also turned rosy.

Just when Chen Jianqiu felt that he had drunk enough, he was about to pay the bill and leave.

A man walked quickly into the tavern.

"Boss, I'm back. Li Sifu said you were here, so I rushed over."

It's a bird.

　One more, two more later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)