"In other words, no matter what, the Americans will not let us go. Even if they agree to our request, they will not really let us go. Sooner or later, they will regret it?"

"There is only a little mistake, not 'soon', but soon', but very soon." Guo Jinzhang chuckled twice, "As long as they are sure we don't have too many bargaining chips, that is, there are not many things that can threaten them, they will turn against each other as soon as possible and send troops to eliminate us all, and basically no living thing will be left."

"This is what you said..." Liu Tongfu shouted.

"Yes, I said it all." Guo Jinzhang sighed and smiled again. Liu Tongfu didn't believe what he said, and he had no choice, nor did he intend to force the other party to believe it. In fact, he did not believe this inference at first, but not long ago, he suddenly remembered an incident that he had not paid much attention to before, which was the legendary Great Famine of Ukraine... Legend has it that Ukraine, known as the "European Granary", experienced a great famine. In order to conceal this situation from the franchised republic, the Soviet Soviet government at that time prohibited Ukrainian farmers affected by the famine from leaving their place of residence and dared to leave, either arrested or executed, which in turn made the famine worse and worse.... Yes, this seems to be

There is no comparison with the situation they are facing now, but the hungry Ukrainians and Chinese workers are facing a national government, and this government is the kind of unwilling to appear outside and do not want their affairs to spread, right? Ukrainian farmers are still Soviets, but they are still foreigners, not even a race. Why is the US government so "kind" to them? If a country and a government make up their minds, how can a few hundred people be taken seriously by them? Ukrainian legends that starved tens of millions of people to death, and what about it, it is also said that it was intentional by the authorities, because Ukrainian farmers do not seem to recognize the Soviet accounts...

"Jin Zhang's words have not been wrong many times yet." After Guo Jinzhang said that, Liu Tongfu was interrupted when he was about to open his mouth. Then, Jian Wang walked over from the door of the car.

"Have you changed shifts?" Liang Zuying gave him a seat and asked.

"Well, Uncle Wan is taking people to watch now, so I can guarantee that those drivers will not dare to make trouble." Jian Wang replied.

"Uncle Wan is careful. He just needs to watch there." Guo Jinzhang said. They are on a dangerous road now. Although there are Chinese workers on the entire train, no one can drive trains and no one understands this line, so they only captured a few train drivers... In fact, these drivers were just caught by the way when they stopped trains at the Cheyenne Railway Station. They said they were prisoners, and they were a little employed. They traveled to California for a few thousand dollars, and they were quite motivated. It was because of their vigilance against white people that Guo Jinzhang sent people to watch them very strictly, and several Chinese workers watched each one.

"What did you just say? Looking at the stars of the devastating gate, who owes us money and won't pay it back?" Jian Wang asked everyone with a smile.

"Hmph, no one owes us money, but someone comes here to scare people." Liu Tongfu said unhappily.

"You said Jin Zhang?" Jian Wang glanced at him, "Then you are too brave. Jin Zhang has always only told the truth. When did he deliberately speak loudly and scare people?"

"This is right." Hou Nan nodded, "Jin Zhang is right all the way, but we are ourselves, alas..."

"Do you miss the slap guys Lu Jiashun again?" Qian Shide rolled his eyes, "I said, why do you miss them? The brothers are in trouble, but they don't want to take responsibility together. Instead, they just want to run away. As a result, they don't end up hurting others but themselves. Who can blame this? What do you think about?"

"Lu Jiashun and the others may not want to harm anyone. They just don't want to be implicated for no reason." Guo Jinzhang sighed, "After all, I'm too impulsive and I'll leave. Why do I have to do so many things? It's so hard that everyone can't even live a stable life."

"We won't talk about this anymore, okay? It's so boring." Li Asheng smiled bitterly and said.

"That's it." Liang Zu expected to come forward, "Even if you don't do so many things, those white people will let us go? As long as you run away, those white people will definitely come to us the next day... If you can't catch you, none of us will have a good life. Besides, what good life do we usually live? That's also called stability?"

"That's right, I'm bullied all day long and don't even dare to fight back. I'm like a grandson, what's the point?" Jian Wang also said.

"Hehe, I think it's been a good time these days. If I had known that those white people were so careless, I would have beaten them." Zhao Dachang said with a smile.

"Aren't you just afraid that we will not have any good results? But what's the matter?" Chu Si said lightly, "So many brothers are dead. Are we alive still afraid that we will not be able to go down and have no companions after death? It's enough to bring a large group of white people to the back when they die."

"The fourth brother is right." Li Asheng breathed a sigh of relief and continued to smile: "It's like this now, and it's impossible to look back. Why are you still thinking about it? A big scar in your head, and you will be a hero again in 18 years... At that time, you might be able to give birth to a good baby."

"Come on, just like this, what good baby can we give birth to?" Liu Tongfu lay on his seat and smiled disdainfully, "Besides, if we really die, we will die in a foreign country. Do you think, can the King of Hell here give us good fruits?"

"If you don't give him good fruits, you will kill him." Guo Jinzhang said.

"Kill him?" Zhao Dachang looked over with his mouth wide open, "Brother, that's King of Yama, who only cares about dead people. Do you even kill him?"

"I heard someone read a poem before, do you want to listen to it?" Guo Jinzhang suddenly smiled.

"Come again..." Zhao Dachang curled his lips sneer, "I know you know a lot of poems, so you don't have to show it all day long, right? Can I convince you?"

"Don't you want to listen? Then forget it..." Guo Jinzhang shook his head and smiled.

"Don't listen to him. He doesn't listen to me," Liu Tongfu pulled Zhao Dachang aside, smiled at Guo Jinzhang flatteringly, and even took out a small book and a pen from his pocket. "The more you read this poem, the better. Only when you speak it in a good way is knowledge... What kind of poem are you? Read it quickly, read it quickly!"

"Tsk, look at you like that... I'm so anxious. Those who don't know think you're anxious to pee." Zhao Dachang smiled angrily when he saw his appearance.

"Go and go, do you know what's the matter?" Liu Tongfu gave him a blank look and patted his own book: "Do you know what's here? I'll tell you, it's all about knowledge, heavy knowledge! Do you understand?"

"Oh, learn? Haha, I didn't see when did you Mr. Liu be so knowledgeable?" Zhao Dachang sneered.

"So you will be a life of great strength in your life!... It is important to not understand this knowledge!" Liu Tongfu pointed at Zhao Dachang with a pen and said, "... Have you seen those rich families? I have met. There are thousands of hectares of land in the family and are rich in the country. Isn't it amazing? But when you encounter a archway at the door, you have four big characters written in the letter: "Jinshi passed the imperial examination" and you will be shorter than the number of pieces! His little bit of temperament is just like the servants who guard the gate. Why? Jinshi passed the imperial examination!... Do you know what Jinshi passed the imperial examination? Do you know how to write those four characters?... Don't you know? Forget it, you don't understand these things, let's talk about something you can understand... Have you ever seen the county magistrate? He is the county magistrate! Is that amazing? Who can't kowtow when you see it? But scholars don't need it! Why? Knowledge! Do you understand?"

"Okay, you know, you know, you know everything best, okay? I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Zhao Dachang turned his head.

"It's just that I can't say it, why don't you bother me?" Liu Tongfu patted him again, turned around and looked at Guo Jinzhang with a flattering smile, "Jinzhang, what poem? Read it!"

"..." Still reading it? Guo Jinzhang smiled bitterly, "I can't read it anymore."

"What's wrong?" Liu Tongfu was stunned, "Forgot?"

"Forget it means not forgetting, but there is no atmosphere!" Guo Jinzhang said with a wry smile.

"What atmosphere?" The person next to him was smiling as Liu Tongfu and the two of them were fighting each other, and they were also looking forward to Guo Jinzhang's poem... Guo Jinzhang didn't read many poems, but although everyone's knowledge was not very good, they all knew that it was a good poem, just like the spring and snow. Although they dare not understand it, they were excited to listen. According to some Chinese workers who were fortunate to have seen the talented people of the Qing Dynasty, this poem was written by men, not like those of those who were talented and beautiful women. After a long time of talking, I couldn't feel anything. Of course, besides this poem, Guo Jinzhang also read a poem, which was more famous among Chinese workers and was more popular. Although Guo Jinzhang only remembers one sentence, but that sentence is enough. Why? Because that sentence is like this - back and forth, when the swords and iron horses were so angry that they were as fierce as a tiger!

How exciting?

Can this be unpopular? Everyone thinks this is talking about themselves.

...

"Poetry must have emotions and atmosphere. It will be interesting to read it like that. They just got mixed up... I really can't read it now." Guo Jinzhang explained with a smile when he heard everyone's questions.

"What's there? Is it so angry? As long as you remember, then read it!" Qian Shide played with a stick and knocked on the table again, "I ordered you to read it!"

"No need to do this, Uncle Qian?" Guo Jinzhang smiled bitterly and ordered to recite the poem. Why didn't he see that these guys like this tone so much before?

"What's wrong? If you have the ability, you won't listen to me?" Qian Shide glared.

"I listen, I listen, how dare you not listen to your old words?" Guo Jinzhang smiled bitterly again, "Then I can read..."

"Remember!" Liu Tongfu quickly prepared the pen and concentrated on it.

"Actually, this poem is a desperate poem!"

"Um?"

"It was said that a general was besieged by the enemy's army and was about to die in the battlefield, so he left such a poem..."

“…”

"What do you think about today's death? Starting a business is difficult and many battles. I went to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and the flags were 100,000 to kill Yan Luo... There is still something behind it, but I'm sorry I forgot."

“…”

The atmosphere is really gone.

Especially Guo Jinzhang's last sentence destroyed all the atmosphere, making everyone who was listening carefully urge to beat people... However, although there was no atmosphere and carefully savoring, everyone could still feel the unyielding will in this poem.

"Ten thousand flags kill Yama!... It's true a hero!"

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Sacramento!

In later generations, people knew that California was the richest state in the United States. Even if it was taken out from the fifty states in the United States, it could become the eighth largest economy in the world... and even if it was taken out alone, it would become the eighth largest economy in the world... and even knowing here is Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Hollywood that countless people yearn for. However, if you know so much, I am afraid that few people know that the state capital of California is called Sacramento.

That's right, it's this place that is not very famous. In front of "big-name" star cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco, Sacramento is indeed a bit sad as the state capital of California.

However, in 1880, although Los Angeles and San Francisco had developed and formed a considerable scale, Sacramento did not have almost all its glory as it did later generations. For decades, it has been an important population distribution center, a commercial and agricultural center, and also an important station for carriages, stagecoaches, river wheels, telegraphs, Mustang Express, and trains.

So, George Clement Perkins has no dissatisfaction with his state capital as such a city... Well, yes, actually, as mentioned earlier, Mr. Perkins is the current governor of California. He has just taken office for a year and is very young. He is only in his early 40s. He is in his prime in politics. With such an age, he has achieved his current achievements. Governor Perkins will naturally be a little proud and cannot listen to others' words, even if this is passed by Washington.

...

"George, you really don't plan to make any preparations?"

"What preparations are made? I'm not those idiots in Washington!... Hundreds of Chinese are coming towards California. Wow, they actually asked me to organize troops to fight back quickly? I really don't know what they think."

George Clement Perkins has a little short hair, but he also has a big beard... It seems that all the people of this era like this, as if a lot of beards can show their masculine charm and achievements. Perkins is "young and promising", and his beard is naturally more dense than ordinary people, covering his neck and almost drooping to his chest. Now, the governor is lying on a seat in his office, chatting lazily with his assistant.

"I think you should pay attention." Edmund Young was helpless with his boss, but it was no wonder that Perkins was so indifferent. Chinese people? Hundreds? Called?... April Fool's Day is not here yet, what are you kidding? Don't the men in Washington know that there are at least tens of thousands of Chinese living in California? They don't even take so many Chinese seriously, and they care about hundreds of Chinese? However, as assistants, they still have to do what they should do, so he still had to advise Perkins: "You know, this is the news that Washington finally conveyed."

"Oh, enough, my friend." Perkins simply covered his face, "It's hard to do it? This word is simply disgusting me! ... They are Washington, the capital of the United States, and they have to deliver messages through the embassy in Mexico. Do we have no direct telegram line?"

"That... according to the report just now, we have lost contact with Washington, to be precise, with all the areas east of Utah!" Edmund said with a smile.

"So what? Maybe it's like the last time, because of a blizzard in Mount Nevada..." Perkins said with his hands wide open to the ceiling.

"Square Nevada is still west of Utah. If it is snow there, we can't contact Utah, and..." Edmund smiled again, "The main telegram cable is buried underground, and the snowstorm cannot destroy them."

"Who knows who is digging gold, mining, and blowing the cable off?" Perkins continued to use his imagination.

"Okay, George, Washington is not like joking. We don't have much time. If there are really Chinese people rushing towards California, if we are not prepared, we might really suffer some losses, just like Colorado..." Edmund didn't want to continue making trouble with Perkins anymore and began to say seriously.

"Colorado? Well, that's right, Washington said, those Chinese people came from Colorado." Perkins sat upright, "Then what do you think we should do?"

"You are the governor." Edmund shirked the responsibility without thinking.

"Well, I'm the governor, then you listen to me," Perkins shrugged, then pointed to the office door: "Download this telegram, and leave my office like a ok, go home and rest, okay?"

"George, stop kidding, okay?" Edmund frowned.

"I'm not kidding, Edmund." Perkins leaned against the edge of the table. "I do sympathize with the Colorado thing, but that doesn't mean we'll be like them. And, you know who we sent out, that's Thomas Gunton, if it weren't for that damn defeat, he would have been a general now... He would have swept all the rebels on the American territory with his cavalry, well, following the unlucky General Custer. Do you think he would let go of those yellow people? No! I know more than anyone about that guy's tendency. He hates all the people of color and believes that only white people are suitable for living on earth! ... He will kill all those guys and we don't need to do anything."

"But now those Chinese are heading towards California..." Edmund said.

"We are still separated from Colorado, Utah and Nevada. Do you think the guys in Washington will only inform us? And why do they determine that those yellow people are coming to us? ... They are just exaggerating!" Perkins said confidently.

"But……"

"Don't worry, my friend, there will be no problem. Thomas Gunton is probably leading our militia to chase them behind the Chinese... It's hard to imagine that such a fragile group of people could not deal with even a state of Colorado. Did that Grant grow up by eating shit? It's really..."
Chapter completed!