America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 554 Three Visits to the "Thatched Cottage"

The old clock in the corner of the hall jingled seven times.

The room was filled with incandescent lights that made it look like daylight, but McKinley and Hannah still felt a cool breeze coming from behind them.

Although in the United States, it is normal and not normal for people to die in a house.

McKinley served as a soldier, participated in the Civil War, and saw that soldiers were smashed to pieces by shells.

But the problem is that these words are spoken from the mouths of innocent children who are not taller than their waists, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm really sorry, the servants at home have gone back these two days."

Camilla came out with two blue and white teacups and handed them in front of them.

She had changed into a long-sleeved Chinese dress, with her hair pulled back.

McKinley gently opened the teacup, and a refreshing fragrance rushed over his face.

He and Hannah looked at the polite hostess in front of them, and there was no way to connect her with the female gunman who killed seven gunmen.

What kind of person is this Chen Jianqiu!
The two were speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Camilla glanced at her son with a hippie smile, and immediately understood what happened.

She sat on the sofa opposite the two and smiled slightly:
"Girls in the west occasionally play with guns. You two gentlemen, you know that there are too many bad guys who like to break into the house. We haven't changed our habits during that time."

McKinley and Hanna once again realized their shallow knowledge of the West.

Xiao Pengkun lying on the sofa playing with bullet casings boredly, humming the song his father taught him:
"A big river with wide waves and a friend comes, and there is good wine. If the jackal comes, there is only a shotgun waiting for him."

McKinley looked at Xiao Pengkun who was digging out bullet casings, and turned to Camilla:
"Woman, your child sings the melody of this song really well, but what do the lyrics mean?"

Camilla smiled and shook her head:

"I don't know what his father taught him."

"But you don't have to worry, my husband is a very kind person."

The two chatted with Camilla for a while in the living room.

Chen Jianqiu still didn't come back.

The tea in the teacup has been brewed for an unknown number of times, and it has become a little light, but there is still a lingering fragrance wafting out.

Hannah glanced at the clock in the corner of the hall.

He stood up:
"Mrs. Chen, I appreciate your tea very much. When Mr. Chen comes back, can you tell us that we have something very important to discuss with him."

Camilla also stood up, nodded with a smile:

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long, why don't you come back at noon tomorrow."

The two were overjoyed, and after saying goodbye to the hostess, they left Chen Jianqiu's house.

Time is a wonderful thing.

It can be short or long, especially when you have something to wait for.

For McKinley and Hanna, the evening and half the morning were a bit rough.

They went to Chen Jianqiu's house twice yesterday, but they didn't meet the owner.

If it was in the past, the old man would not have planned to go for the third time.

A Chinese?Why let myself visit three times in a row.

Even if the emperor of the old eastern empire or a certain person surnamed Li with power came, they would obediently come to see him.

But Morgan has been telling them before that this person should not be treated as just a Chinese.

So for the election, the two went to Chen Jianqiu's house at noon the next day.

They are already very familiar with this road, so they are much faster than before.

On the way, the two also met yesterday's chattering patrolman.

The patrolman was immediately happy when he saw the two of them.

Yesterday I was on the morning shift, and today I was on the noon shift, but I ran into these two people again.

They shouldn't be obliged to maintain community law and order like themselves.

Rich people are so interesting.

He was about to speak when Hannah gestured to him for silence, then hurried past him.

The old man thought about it yesterday, and there must be some reason why he never met Chen Jianqiu, and it was very likely that it had something to do with that chatty patrolman.

So now he doesn't even want to pay attention to this unlucky guy who brought him bad luck.

But when they came to Chen Jianqiu's house again, Hannah found that he seemed to be wrong.

The door was still tightly locked, and the windows were still hung with curtains, so nothing could be seen inside.

Hannah was so angry that he wanted to pull out the few hairs on his head.

How could I believe that woman's nonsense?

Who would stay at home at noon?

He lowered his head and circled around the door of the villa, with nowhere to vent his anger.

Then, he saw an old wooden barrel in the corner, just about to kick it.

But his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

Hannah looked up to see that it was McKinley who held out his hand.

The governor pouted to one side.

The old man looked in the direction of his mouth.

A yellow-skinned man with a cropped cut and a thin beard, dressed in a black cloth robe and a pair of cloth shoes, with his hands behind his back, was looking at him with interest.

The old man quickly put away his movements and straightened his clothes.

For him, this was a complete gaffe.

If it wasn't for being extremely angry and thinking that there was no one around, as a decent person, he probably wouldn't be able to kick a bucket at someone's door.

"Sir, if you have any comments on my barrel, please let him go for my sake." Chen Jianqiu said cheerfully, with a harmless look on his face, "He has endured too much. too much."

Hannah was a little embarrassed, but his partner had already stepped up and held Chen Jianqiu's hand:

"Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is William McKinley, Governor of Ohio, and I have also decided to participate in this presidential election. Nice to meet you."

McKinley's innate cross-class affinity was instantly apparent.

It's hard to say no to someone who keeps smiling no matter what the situation.

Chen Jianqiu also held his hand:

"Well, I heard Roosevelt and my wife say that you are looking for me, so I turned down all the work at noon today, stayed at home, and waited for the arrival of the two of you, but..."

Chen Jianqiu's words paused slightly, and he pointed to the block not far away:

"Because no one is cooking at home, I went to the restaurant opposite to have some lunch, and I just came back."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, no matter what happens, we will wait here until you come back." McKinley said sincerely.

"Come in and sit down." Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and took out the key to open the door, and then made a gesture of invitation to the two behind him.

This time, Chen Jianqiu did not let the two sit in the living room, but led them into a very unique looking room.

There is no table or chair in this room, only a tea table with an incense burner on it.

Straw mats were spread on the ground, and several futons were placed.

"This is where I meditate."

Chen Jianqiu took off his shoes and stepped onto the straw mat.

He threw a futon to each of the two people behind him, then walked to the stove on the roof by himself, brought a small pot of boiling water back to the side of the tea table.

McKinley and Hanna had absolutely no such experience.

However, the two still did what Chen Jianqiu did. They took off their shoes and walked in, put the futon in their hands on the opposite side of the Chinese, and then sat down.

Their attention was quickly attracted by the wooden lattice on the entire wall behind Chen Jianqiu.

(End of this chapter)