Chapter 162: A slap on the white man's face

Hiking, in winter, through the Sierra Nevada, which lasts for half a year, with an average snow accumulation of several feet thick? That’s right, it’s not yet the time to get the snow, but the mountain is already white!

Although this is not impossible, when the Central Pacific Railway was built, Chinese workers were still building mountains and roads at such a season, which did not affect the construction progress at all. But then again, what price did Chinese workers pay to achieve this?

Thinking about the situation he might have to face, even Chen Lanbin, the Chinese ambassador who still wants to move forward, could not help but make a lot of resentment to the US State Department. After all, although he wanted to save people, he even thought of taking certain risks, but when he really reached this point, even if he didn't plan to retreat, he would inevitably have some resentment towards the guys who pushed him... He was all old people.

However, although these people at the entrance of the Donner Tunnel were not satisfied with Washington's arrangements, they had to follow the implementation. After all, there was a large army of more than 3,000 people coming later. So many people were rushing together and they could always take care of each other. Moreover, they could imagine that Washington could definitely imagine their difficulties, but even knowing that the difficulties still demanded so much, they even let more than 3,000 federal troops follow and take this risk with them. Then, there must be some new situation in this, and they may not refuse at all.

And it is true. Jeremiah and his team's guess is correct. Washington has indeed received new news, or rather two news... The governor of Nevada sent a message through the Mexican Embassy: After waiting for more than a week, the militia in California retreated again under the leadership of Governor Perkins; secondly, there were trains crossing at several stations along the Pacific Railway in Nevada, and the train had passed through Reno City and should have entered California!

How about not being in a hurry?

The Chinese people began to destroy the railways at the Tuding Mountain of the Great Salt Lake, and now there are no trains going between the east and the west. So, who will be able to cross Nevada from east to west at this time, and almost stop along the station. The answer is almost self-evident. Even the governor of Nevada discovered that something was wrong, let alone Washington, who has been paying attention to the situation here?

So, Jeremiah and his team received the order to hike through the Sierra Nevada in winter with the Federal Army, and it was a dead order. However, starting from the Donner Tunnel on the shore of Lake Dona, where people cannibalized tragedy, how long does it take to hike through the Sierra Nevada?

No one knows.

Chen Lanbin, Jeremiah, Angelo and others, who were involved, did not know; Washington did not know; the Nevada government responsible for the response did not know; even Guo Jinzhang and others who had already rushed into California did not know... Of course, they did not want to know this.

Because, they no longer need to know this.

...

San Francisco.

Because Christmas has just passed, this prefecture city still has some remaining festive atmosphere, and people walking on the road seem to feel a bit happy.

“There are a lot of people here.”

"Of course there are more than 150,000 people here more than ten years ago. It's just a city, almost the same as the entire Colorado."

On a carriage that was not very eye-catching, a middle-aged white man with long cheeks and about forty years old was sitting upright, and opposite him were two yellow men in green hats... It is obvious that these two yellow men were the servants of the middle-aged white man because they showed their identity in terms of dressing up. However, this middle-aged white man was obviously quite indulgent to his servants, and actually let the other party chat in front of him without saying a word... You know, in San Francisco, few people hired Chinese as their servants. Even if they were hired, they would not agree to sit in the same carriage with him.

"I will have to clean the carriage later, otherwise those guys will definitely refuse to hire if they know that my car has been seated by these dirty Chinese people." The white coachman sat in front and waved the whip from time to time, but the sound of the two yellow people talking from time to time came from time to time, which made him extremely bored. He was sure that if the white master had not spent a lot of money, he would definitely not allow the two boys to ride on his carriage. But if others knew about it, how would it affect business. And the most annoying thing is that it sounded weird Chinese.

"What's going on with that guy? He actually indulged his servant so much?"

...

"This big city is much bigger than Denver. Where do you think we should do it?"

"Let's talk about it when you see the relevant person."

"I want me to tell you to find a place with many people, and put a big fire in the wind and burn it."

"This idea is good, but it's a pity that it's not operable."

"Performability? What is operability? I said you can't use less of such unintelligible words?"

"This is to benefit your learning. The so-called operability is the possibility of implementation."

"The possibility of implementation?...You might as well just say whether you can do it? What kind of bullshit operability? Even if you have been to school, you don't have to show off all day long, right? If this continues, I don't know what to say if you are good."

"hey-hey……"

"Smile, why are you laughing? I haven't asked you yet, why can't you do it? Just set the fire, how straightforward?"

"You think that such a big city, so many people eat nothing?"

"Cut, set the fire and don't care what you want to eat? In winter, the weather is dry and the food is dry, so it's just right to set the fire at this time."

"So you still haven't figured out our combat policy..."

"stop!"

"……What's wrong?"

"What is the point? I said, don't talk nonsense. The policy of combat? Just say what you plan to do, can't you do it less? "

"Then you can stop asking me for trouble? You clearly understand what it means."

"I understand, but others may not understand. Besides, I feel particularly harsh and uncomfortable when I hear you speak like that."

"That's because your cultural level is too low. When you go back, you hurry up and study for me."

"I'm still at a low level? Among so many people, I learn the fastest and learn the most..."

"That's the one you don't know how to apply what you have learned."

"Don't talk nonsense. Why...I can't put what I have learned into practice?"

"I don't know, I'm just talking nonsense."

"you……"

...

"Sir, the street is here." The two of them were arguing, regardless of their "master" at all. At this moment, the coachman suddenly knocked on the carriage and said loudly.

"Duban Street? We don't have Duban Street, we go to Chinatown." One of the "Chinese servants" poked out and said.

"Duban Street is Chinatown, boy." The coachman turned around and glanced at him angrily.

"Duban Street is Chinatown?" The "Chinese servant" was stunned for a moment and looked outside through the car window. It was true that groups of Chinese people wearing braids and dressed in rags were looking at themselves with strange looks. On both sides of the street, there were a group of obviously burned appearances.

"It seems that we've arrived at the place, let's get off?"

"get off."

Another "Chinese servant" pushed open the car door and walked down, then grabbed his companion who wanted to jump into the street after getting out of the car, and stood respectfully at the door:

"Sir, please get off the car!"

"Um."

There was no movement. Even though the two "Chinese servants" almost overturned the carriage, the middle-aged white man who remained silent nodded coldly, walked out of the carriage with a coat in his arms.

"This is car money."

Seeing his "master" get out of the car, the "Chinese servant" just now took out another dollar from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.

"snort!"

The coachman took the money, patted it, and then blew it, and then put it in his pocket, but he did not leave immediately, but instead looked at the middle-aged white man.

"Sir, you are a good-tempered person, but I must say that you should not be too good to your servants, especially those of yellow people. Of course, it is right that you don't let them touch your coat, they are not very clean... Good luck. Goodbye!"

"Roar, ha..."

“Dadadadada..."

The carriage gradually faded away, and the middle-aged white man still had a gloomy face and expressionless face. However, the two "Chinese servants" had a wave of ignorance on their faces after hearing the coachman's words, especially the "Chinese servants" who had always picked up grammatical diseases just now, and their faces were already full of murderous aura:

"What does grandson mean?"

"What else can it mean?" Another "Chinese servant" gave him a blank look and said, "Let's go."

...

One white man and two Chinese man entered Chinatown?

Since the carriage stopped at the intersection, Yu Qingsheng has been staring in this direction. It’s nothing for two Chinese. As long as the Chinese come to San Francisco (San Francisco), there is no reason not to come to Chinatown to take a look. Especially those Chinese who have just arrived in the United States, who are new to the United States and are not familiar with the place, naturally need to come here to seek help.

But this time is different. Yu Qingsheng has been in San Francisco for several years, and he still has his own vision and experience... How could a white man come to a place where Chinese people live? And he is still alone? Doesn’t this white man know what happened more than a month ago?

Tens of thousands of white people rushed into Chinatown, beat people and set fire. In the end, most of the block was burned down, more than 100 Chinese workers died, and countless injured... But the San Francisco City Government and the California State Government said that the fire caused by themselves was accidentally, and they had to be held accountable.

Yu Qingsheng still remembers that night, a group of white men suddenly broke into his residence with torches. After beating them, they threw the torches at his bed and drove them away. If he hadn't been desperately climbing out of the house in the end, he would have never had the chance to stand here again.

Now, the relationship between Chinese people in San Francisco and those white people is very tense. Many Chinese people dare not go out of Chinatown because they may be beaten when they go out. Even the police will stare at you at any time. They come up to interrogate and interrogate each other every now and even arrest people in the police station without even asking, beat them up and then lock them up for a few days before they release them. And in these days, the arrested Chinese workers may not even have food.

But now, a white man has actually walked into Chinatown?

"I'm actually coming towards me!" Looking at the middle-aged white man walking towards him straight, Yu Qingsheng unconsciously touched the stick beside him... Since that day, Chinese people in Chinatown have prepared such a stick by their side, so he is naturally too.

"If you dare to do something, I will give you a few ruthless moves first. Anyway, I can't fall well, and I will take you a bastard before dying!" He thought so.

"Brother, let's find out something!"

Finally, the middle-aged white man came to Yu Qingsheng. Perhaps he was unwilling to chat with a yellow man, or perhaps he felt that he would lose his identity as a white man. Therefore, the middle-aged white man did not show any performance, but just stood there like a wooden stake. Instead, a "Chinese servant" beside him spoke to Yu Qingsheng.

"I don't know." Yu Qingsheng stared at the two "Chinese servants" and looked at them tightly for a few times, turning around and leaving. But unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, the Chinese servant who spoke grabbed him:

"brother……"

"What are you doing?"

"open!"

"Let people go!"

"My man, where did the bastard come from? Come here to bully our own people?"

"Bow him to death!"

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Chinese people rushed out, each holding sticks, staring at the two Chinese servants, and the middle-aged white men, each of whom seemed to be desperately fierce when he had a disagreement.

"Don't be excited, we just want to ask something." The two Chinese servants seemed a little panicked, hurriedly withdrew their hands and squeezed out a smile at everyone.

"What are you asking? If you have something to do, ask your mother." A Chinese man next to Yu Qingsheng held a wooden stick in his hands and hugged him in front of his chest, saying harshly.

"Hey, I'm asking you how you said? You can't ask something? I didn't do anything about you!" The Chinese servant who had just pulled Yu Qingsheng said unhappily.
To be continued...