America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu called the Roswell chemists together for a meeting in the chamber.

Holmes was away, and Chen Jianqiu held the meeting himself.

"We're going to make fertilizer!" he announced.

In the chamber, various chemists began to discuss.

In fact, they spent most of their time here researching new explosives.

But now, the boss suddenly proposed to make chemical fertilizers, which caught them off guard.

If they knew that this was Chen Jianqiu's impromptu idea a few hours ago, they would be even more insane.

"Mr. Chen, do you want nitrogen fertilizer, phosphorus fertilizer, or potassium fertilizer?"

asked a chemist named Berzelius.

He was originally a German who worked in the fertilizer factory in Stathsfurt.

Strictly speaking, among the chemists present, only this one can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

Chen Jianqiu checked his chemical reserves.

Synthetic ammonia is definitely not available for the time being, and now there is no way to get reaction vessel steel with that strength.

If he could produce synthetic ammonia, why would he go all the way to Chile to dig saltpeter.

Or use saltpeter for now.

"Let's not consider nitrogen fertilizer for now, let's start with potassium and phosphorus fertilizers." Chen Jianqiu thought for a while and said.

"That's no problem, I can do it alone, but I remind you, Mr. Chen, there is no potash mine in the United States, and all materials need to be imported."

The chemist spoke English with a strong German accent and said to Chen Jianqiu,

"If that's the case, it's better to import fertilizers directly from Europe." Berzelius said with a smile.

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought.

Now that there are more and more Chinese in Roswell, it is no problem to buy from other western states for the time being.

But if you really encounter a famine and get choked, it's really not easy to handle.

At least, there must be a retreat.

What should be imported still has to be imported.

"Is there really no potash mine in the United States?" Chen Jianqiu wanted to drag Holmes back from outside now.

Berzelius shook his head.

"Not necessarily now!"

A voice sounded from outside the chamber.

Everyone looked out the door.

Say Holmes, and Holmes will be there.

I saw the geologist hurried into the meeting hall with a bag.

He threw the bag on the table, and then took out a not-so-transparent crystal from the bag.

"I found potash," said the geologist, pointing to the crystal.

There was an instant silence in the entire meeting hall.

Chen Jianqiu was also so stunned that he couldn't say a word.

He looked at the panting Holmes in disbelief.

This is too coincidental, right?

He was a little dazed.

I didn’t have a system when I traveled, and I didn’t have a golden finger. According to some people in the era before I traveled, I probably couldn’t get out of Shiquan Town alive, or I was forced to get out of the United States by that bill!

Could it be that this old man is his golden finger?

But soon, Holmes' words pulled him into reality.

"We found it when we were exploring for oil, in the basin to the east of the Carlsbad Cavern."

He walked behind Chen Jianqiu and pointed out the location on the hanging map.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and took a look.

Isn't this near the place where the treasure was hidden before?

"Where did you go?" Chen Jianqiu asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I followed my experience and followed the features of the landform." Holmes picked up the crystal ore.

"I've been eyeing that place for a long time."

"Actually, I didn't pay much attention to this thing at first, so I tapped it and took it back to study it. But when I heard Zhang Danian said that you were researching chemical fertilizers, I hurried over."

Holmes licked his chapped lips.

"Just came back not long ago."

"Then drink some water and speak slowly." Chen Jianqiu asked someone to make a cup of tea for the geologist.

"If you want fertilizer, tell me earlier." Holmes shook his head, "Phosphate mines are in the north of Mexico, and potash mines I found for you by chance."

"The treasure cave we found before has millions of bats living there. If you really can't do it, you can dig bat dung!"

After Holmes came to Roswell, he had already studied the border, and even the landforms and mineral deposits in northern Mexico.

"Okay, that's it. Get it done!"

Chen Jianqiu made a decision.

It seems that not only the problem of self-produced food is expected to be solved, but they may also make a lot of money.

American agriculture is underdeveloped and needs gold and rubbish!

Albuquerque's train station is a transit station.

Every day, Luo Yonggui picks up some Chinese who defected from other states by train.

They can choose to stay in Albuquerque, or go to Santa Fe or Taos.

No matter which city in New Mexico, as long as they are willing to work hard and study, they can find a job in Chen Jianqiu's company.

However, most of them hope to go to Roswell, the legendary Chinese western city.

Today, as usual, Luo Yonggui and several Chinese laborers stood on the platform, waiting for vehicles to enter the station.

One of them held a sign in his hand, on which were written several conspicuous characters in Chinese characters:

Welcome to New Mexico!

Not long after, the sound of sirens came from a distance.

On the horizon, white smoke floated.

A train moved towards the station from far to near.

"You will register one by one later, do you have a history of bad hobbies, and whether they were recruited by Uncle Huang. If so, ask them for a letter from Uncle Huang."

"Then, Dayou!" Luo Yonggui yelled at a man in a small coat not far away, "You take them to the place where they stay first, and drink some hot water or something."

He arranged it methodically.

The Chinese workers nodded one after another.

The train slowly drove into the platform, and the passengers got off the train one after another.

There are not many Chinese tourists today.

They quickly found the organization based on the conspicuous sign.

Luo Yonggui and the others settled the matter in a very short time.

But just as he turned to leave.

Suddenly, from the other side of the cargo compartment, there was a sound of arguing.

"You guys are fare evasion!"

"This is a carriage for transporting goods or livestock! Not for transporting people!"

Luo Yonggui was very familiar with this voice, it was a conductor in charge of the freight car.

It is estimated that in order to save money, someone sneaked into the car, sneaked into the freight car, and was discovered when he got off the car.

This kind of thing happens almost every now and then, and the conductor usually takes care of it himself.

Luo Yonggui was about to leave.

Suddenly a Chinese voice came into his ears:
"Master, please do me a favor. We really don't have money to buy tickets, and everyone has no other choice."

Luo Yonggui stopped immediately.

He beckoned to several other Chinese workers who were planning to go home, and motioned for them to follow.

I ran along the carriage all the way to the cargo compartment where the accident happened.

But when he saw the situation in the carriage, he was shocked.

Twenty or so starving Chinese were crowded into a section of the carriage.

The conductor blocked the door and prevented them from getting off, but none of these Chinese dared to move, only an old man, begging repeatedly.

The conductor spoke English, but the old man spoke Chinese.

It's completely a chicken talking to a duck, and there is no way to communicate at all.

"Look, Luo, these people sneaked into the empty cargo compartment, and no one bought a ticket!" The conductor said to Luo Yonggui, who knew him.

"Come and translate for me. They can leave the station after they finish paying for the tickets."

Luo Yonggui glanced at the Chinese in the carriage and was about to speak.

"I will pay for these people's tickets before."

A voice sounded from behind him.

Luo Yonggui and Hua Gong turned their heads and found that Chen Jianqiu was wearing a cloth robe and appeared behind him.

When the conductor saw that it was Chen Jianqiu, he immediately moved away from the door of the carriage knowingly.

"You go first, I will let someone handle the ticket." Chen Jianqiu said to the conductor.

After the conductor left, the Chinese in the carriage came out one after another.

The old man who seemed to be the most prestigious among the crowd wanted to kneel down and thank Chen Jianqiu.

However, it was unknown whether it was because he had been hungry for too long or his health was not good. When he knelt down on one knee, the old man staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Luo Yonggui and the people behind the old man supported him.

"Take them to eat something first." Chen Jianqiu told Luo Yonggui, "Then bring that old man to my office."

More than an hour later, Luo Yonggui walked into Chen Jianqiu's office with the old man.

After eating, the complexion on the old man's face seemed to recover slightly, but he was still panting.

"Have you settled down?" Chen Jianqiu asked Luo Yonggui.

Luo Yonggui nodded: "We have arranged to stay in the hotel temporarily."

"That benefactor!" The old man stood up from the chair, and wanted to worship again, but was held up by Chen Jianqiu.

"Where do you come from?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"West," the old man replied, "California, Arcata."

California?

Chen Jianqiu frowned:

"Do you know Huang Qingyun?"

The old man shook his head: "We have been mining in that town since we were here."

He sighed: "We were kicked out."

A few weeks ago, a group of people armed with sticks rushed into the place where they lived, beat anyone they saw, and told them to get out of here.

They only had time to bring some dry food before they were driven out.

"We got into a parked train in the dark, drifted all the way here, and were found when we got off the train."

"Who beat you? Do you know?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

Trembling, the old man took out an armband-like thing from his worn pocket, and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the words above:
Labor Knights.

He flipped through the armband, then rang the bell on the table.

Soon after, Li Sifu appeared at the door of the office.

Chen Jianqiu handed the armband to Li Sifu.

"Send a telegram to Hanif and ask him to investigate what happened to Arcata and the Labor Knights!"