America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 467 Oklahoma City
The so-called Oklahoma Colonial Association fell apart after the death of Couch and his right-hand men.

The organization of this association was originally formed by a group of western pioneers who came together to acquire land in Oklahoma.

Now that the boss and core members are dead, the association exists in name only.

The edge of the camp was bombarded by guns from across the river every day, and the federal troops stationed in Kansas didn't care about it. Every day passed in fear.

The remaining association members discussed briefly a kilometer away from the camp.

It is impossible to fight. For more than a month, except for the injured worker, there has not been a hair missing on the other side.

On the contrary, there are constant casualties on my side.

What a disgrace to the Colonists Association.

If that's the case, why not let it go.

Everyone has their own land and is very busy. There are a lot of things like farms and ranches, so don't worry about it.

Gathering is a pile of shit, and breaking up might be a sky full of stars?
So, after this meeting, the Oklahoma Colonists Association was dissolved on the spot.

Some of those who still lived on the north bank of the river left and returned to their lands, and some sent a representative across the river to surrender on the other side of the river.

"Dear Mr. Chen! Please stop pointing cannons at innocent people. Kutcher is dead. We are all poor people."

In a large room on the south bank of the river, an old gentleman named Donny McCann, who was the representative of the north bank, said to Chen Jianqiu who was eating noodles.

The noodles are very ordinary soy sauce noodles with a small green vegetable lying on it.

Chen Jianqiu held chopsticks in one hand, a clove of garlic in the other, a mouthful of garlic, and a mouthful of noodles.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Would you like a bowl?" Chen Jianqiu sniffed and said to the old gentleman in front of him.

McCann glanced at the dark soup base, swallowed, and shook his head.

"Except for one round that was fired on the first day, we have never fired shells into residential areas."

Chen Jianqiu took another sip of the soy sauce soup, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"That's just a way for us to maintain law and order. After all, someone injured residents on the South Bank."

"That's what Couch and the others did! These people are dead!" McCann repeatedly emphasized, "They paid the price for their recklessness."

"Oh, that would be the best. From tomorrow onwards, the shelling will stop." Chen Jianqiu said as if he just found out that Kutcher was dead. "Go back."

McCann turned his head and glanced at the representatives who came with him.

He hesitated.

"Just say what you have to say, don't be so coy, it's not like the style of the people in the west."

Chen Jianqiu pushed away the bowl of noodles on the table, took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

Theoretically speaking, it is not suitable for smoking cigars just after eating garlic, because it is easy to smell.

But Chen Jianqiu didn't care much about it.

Li Sifu next to him brought him a cup of coffee.

Seeing this, McCann put forward the second request of their trip:
"Mr. Chen, I know that you are a kind and prestigious person. Can these facilities on the South Bank, such as supply and marketing cooperatives, railway stations, etc., be opened to the residents of the North Bank?"

Chen Jianqiu sat in his chair, smoked a cigar, and showed a smile on his face:
"Dear Mr. McCann, our place has always been open to friendly friends and has never been closed."

He got up and started pacing the room.

"Friends need mutual respect. This kind of respect involves various levels and should come from the heart. This is the basis of everything."

"They will not be prejudiced against each other because of their different skin colors; nor will they attack each other because of their different living customs."

His voice was not loud, but to the representatives who came to negotiate peace, every word was like a hammer.

They felt an unprecedented coercion from the 30-year-old man in front of them.

Chen Jianqiu stood on the spot, and suddenly shot his gaze at the sitting old gentleman:
"So, tell us, Mr. McCann, are we friends?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen, we are not only friends, but also very good friends. I know, you are generous and fair!"

The old gentleman was numb from Chen Jianqiu's glance, and hurriedly replied.

"That's good." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "I will have someone build a bridge between the two banks as soon as possible. The original bridge is not safe for trains."

The representatives stood up one after another and expressed their thanks to Chen Jianqiu.

When the delegation was about to leave, McCann thought about it and returned from the gate.

"Anything else? Mr. McCann?" Chen Jianqiu asked with coffee in his hand.

The old gentleman took off his hat and saluted Chen Jianqiu:

"Mr. Chen, I am deeply impressed by your demeanor and ability, please accept my personal respect to you!"

A month later, there was an additional bridge over the North Carnedine, parallel to the original railroad bridge.

The bridge has been very busy since it was built.

The ranchers and farmers on the North Shore bought their daily necessities from the supply and marketing cooperatives on the South Shore.

Farmers driving horse-drawn carts can be seen all the time on the bridge.

The carriage is loaded with bags of fertilizers, seeds and various necessities of life.

From time to time, there are cowboys passing by on horseback.

They drove the calves and lambs bought from the south bank, and brought them back to their pastures, and waited for the next year to grow fat and strong, and then drove to the south bank along the same road to sell.

More and more people came here by train or by horse-drawn carriage.

Not only did they come to look forward to the next land opening, but some also came to do business.

Taverns, hotels, things that every western town has, also appeared here.

However, compared with other western towns, the law and order here is very good.

No one dares to commit a crime here.

Because the power to maintain law and order here is really too strong.

A vibrant western city is rising on this fertile land.

Seeing that everything was on the right track, Chen Jianqiu considered whether it was time to return to Roswell.

As a large number of Chinese immigrants came to Oklahoma, a new group of people entered from Juarez and entered Roswell to fill the vacancy.

He has to check the situation.

In addition, he had to look at Camilla and his mischievous son.

However, on this day, just as Chen Jianqiu was packing his things at the residence and preparing to leave the next day.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and opened it.

A familiar face came into view.

It's Mr. McCann.

"Come in, what wind brought you here?" Chen Jianqiu let the old gentleman in with a smile.

"Coffee or tea?" Chen Jianqiu walked to the tea table and asked.

"Tea, Mr. Chen, I am obsessed with this kind of thing now." McCann also replied with a smile, "I drink a pot every afternoon. The tea sold here is really good."

Chen Jianqiu didn't have a tea set for Kung Fu tea here, so he took a tea bowl, poured a cup, and brought it to McCann.

"What's the matter?" He sat down opposite McCann.

Mr. McCann took a sip of tea, then put the tea bowl on the table beside him, and said to Chen Jianqiu:
"Mr. Chen, it's like this. This town is getting bigger and bigger. Whether in terms of size or population, it has already met the requirements for building a town or a city."

"So, we discussed whether we can start to make it."

Chen Jianqiu also poured himself a cup of tea:

"Then what do you do, don't ask me, I plan to go back tomorrow."

When McCann heard this, he was immediately stunned.

He hastily waved his hand at Chen Jianqiu:
"No, Mr. Chen, don't be in a hurry to go back. We have discussed it and hope to recommend you as the first mayor! And I hope you can give this city a name."

"I'm just a businessman, Mr. McCann." Chen Jianqiu declined with a smile.

"No, no, Mr. Chen, this city has developed into what it is now because of your existence. You are the father of this city, and the first mayor is none other than you! This is also the opinion of all residents on the North Shore. "

McCann was a little anxious.

"Besides, there is no contradiction between the businessman and the mayor!"

"Mayor or something, let everyone vote." Chen Jianqiu saw that McCann was so persistent, so he said.

"As for the name, let's call it Oklahoma City!"

(End of this chapter)