America 1881: They Call Me Legend

October, Roswell, Council Hall.

The new town is holding its first collective meeting since its re-establishment.

Just last month, the number of residents with legal status in the town exceeded 1000.

Chen Jianqiu, as a resident representative, submitted an application to the state government to re-establish the town of Roswell.

In a show of generosity, Scott unsolicited the bill in the state legislature.

Although some people questioned the high proportion of Chinese residents in this small town, they were quickly rejected by the Republican state lawmakers.

This small town rooted in oil fields pays taxes to the state treasury.

Are people demanding independence or self-government?Or are other races rejected? The "Welcome to Roswell" sign is still standing at the entrance of the town, written in three languages: English, Spanish and Chinese.

It fully embodies the constitutional spirit of equality and freedom.

New Mexico is not California, and it's not Texas.

They are all legal citizens, what's wrong with building a town in a place close to the border?Have you eaten your flour?

What's more, the mayor they elected was a white man named Danny.

The residents of Lincolnshire closest to Roswell didn't say anything, you people are full?

Therefore, the application for building a town was quickly approved.

And now, the leadership team of Roswell Town sat around the long table in the conference hall.

They are:
Mayor - Danny

Postmaster – Sean

Combined Sheriff, Roswell Four - Wyatt, Holiday, Hanif, Abiot

Tax Officer - Li Sifu
Actual Captain of Border Patrol - Asuka

Vice Captain - Hawley

In addition, there are a few people who are not official, but are also important figures:

Roswell Evening School Principal - Holmes

Clinic Manager - Teresa
Chairman of the Roswell Refinery Union - Niu San

Chairman of the Agricultural Association - Zhang Danian
But they all sat down one by one along the two sides of the long table, and the one who actually sat at the head of the long table was Chen Jianqiu who did not have any official position.

Sitting on his left and right were lawyer Dylan, who also had no official identity, and Camilla in red.

One of them is acting as Chen Jianqiu's staff behind the scenes because of Scott, and the other is the actual top leader of the Long Xiang group.

"How many people have obtained legal status in California and New Mexico this month?" Chen Jianqiu picked up the teacup in his hand, brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

This tea was brought back from San Francisco by him, and it actually tastes pretty good.

"About 600 people." Dylan replied, "According to the information reported by both parties, I have summarized it."

"Well, five to six hundred people, that's about twenty people a day." Chen Jianqiu made a rough calculation and nodded, "Tell them not to worry, and don't go too much at one time, or they will attract the attention of the Federal Immigration Bureau."

"This group of people are full-fledged, lazy people." He thought of someone's face for no reason.

"Okay." Dylan's answer was very curt.

"Uncle Da Nian, how is the harvest in the experimental field?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly noticed the silent Zhang Danian, "I'll go to the field with you after the meeting to have a look."

Zhang Danian sighed: "It's still not very good, even if the canal water brought in can be used for irrigation, the soil is still too barren."

"Only the corn grows well, and the wheat is not very good." Zhang Danian shook his head, "Young master, you may still have to buy food from outside."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the ceiling.

There was a skylight there, and the sun shone in through it, onto the wall behind him.

On the wall hangs a map of the surrounding area of ​​Roswell.

Although the area is large, there is still nothing to plant.

It seems that achieving food self-sufficiency is really not an easy task.

The meeting hall fell into silence. Everyone was looking at Chen Jianqiu who was looking up at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

"Danny, how does it feel to be the mayor?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly turned his gaze back from the skylight, and teased Danny who was beside him.

"It's not that good. I told you that I'm not a mayor." Danny rolled his eyes at Chen Jianqiu. He was not used to wearing formal clothes.

His shirt and tie choked him.

"Hey, no matter in terms of age or other aspects, you are the most suitable candidate." Chen Jianqiu smiled brightly.

He crossed his fingers and said to Holly earnestly, "Your father is an upright and sincere man."

"Be honest." Holly beeped in a low voice, and then was patted lightly on the head by Teresa next to him.

"Drink tea! Drink tea!" Chen Jianqiu yelled at Li Sifu: "Make tea for everyone and try some Chinese specialties. Take out melon seeds."

So, Roswell's new tax officer began to run back and forth to make tea and pass melon seeds to everyone.

The oppressive atmosphere in the meeting hall was relieved for a while, and the internal meeting turned into a tea party.

Everyone began to discuss matters within their respective purviews.

The American commander who replaced Crook, Nelson Miles, adopted a retraction strategy, which limited the effectiveness of Geronimo's raids on the frontier, and the Indian offensive was temporarily weakened.

Browning and the others are in closed research and development, but Holmes told them about the situation of the military factory.

Their rifles were sold to Texas, but the competition they faced was also very fierce, and new products and sales expansion were needed in the future.

Everyone continued to discuss the issue, and before they knew it, it was already lunch time.

Only black people remained silent.

"Um, King Astor IV wrote a letter." Sean took out a letter from his bag and passed it to Chen Jianqiu from the table.

Chen Jianqiu tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter, and read it.

After his last board meeting, he wrote a letter to Astor, asking about the incomplete cleansing of the shares of the Santa Fe Railway Co., Ltd. and the slow flow of these funds in his hands.

Astor's suggestion to him was to open a small bank by himself and apply for a license from the state government. Anyway, he had money and prestige in Lincolnshire.

Chen Jianqiu handed over this matter to Abiot, since he is going to Santa Fe soon anyway.

"How about Scott?"

When mentioning Santa Fe, Chen Jianqiu suddenly thought of that old fox.

During this period of time, the incense that he should wear is not missing at all.

"He has been paying attention to the civilian movement recently. The influence of this group of people is spreading in the western states, and there is a trend of rising in New Mexico, posing a certain threat to the Republican Party." Abiot stretched his waist.

He thought of something, and took out a letter from his pocket like Sean: "Oh, yes, he assigned us another task."

Abiot took a sip of the tea on the table, and seemed to feel pretty good about the drink.

"He wants Thiago dead."

While flipping through the newspaper in his office one day, Scott suddenly saw a photo of himself and his younger brother on the table, and suddenly felt sad.

After much deliberation, he still felt that Chen Jianqiu was the most reliable.

"He treats us as Pinkerton?" Chen Jianqiu curled his lips, "Even Pinkerton, there is no reason to handle cases across borders."

"Where is he now?" Chen Jianqiu asked after thinking for a while.

Abiot looked at Wyatt, and Wyatt looked at Asuka.

Asuka, as a member of the border patrol team, has been tracking the whereabouts of this person.

He pointed to a place on the map behind Chen Jianqiu.

"At the "Northern Pass" (Spanish: EI Paso del Norte, now Juarez, renamed in 1888, for the convenience of description, all referred to as Juarez)"