America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the young man in front of him, but he couldn't connect him with the later round-faced American president.

He also grew up in an elite white family environment.

No matter where little Astor went, he would dress himself up beautifully, and his every gesture was filled with the aura of a nobleman.

And the young man in front of him.

Wearing an off-white coat and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat.

The edges of the coat and trousers were covered with mud, and the face was covered with dust.

His current image is no different from that of an ordinary western cowboy.

Chen Jianqiu took out Astor's letter from his pocket and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt glanced at Chen Jianqiu and took the opened letter.

He adjusted his glasses and began to read the contents of the letter.

"Um, are you Mr. Chen?"

After reading the letter, Roosevelt raised his head and looked Chen Jianqiu up and down.

"Well, I am Chen Jianqiu."

A smile appeared on Roosevelt's face.

He stretched out a hand towards Chen Jianqiu.

"Astor mentioned you to me, and he told me a lot about you."

"He said that you are different from other Chinese he has seen, brave, wise and powerful."

Chen Jianqiu didn't shake that hand, he calmly said to the person in front of him:

"Sir, I am no different from other Chinese."

Roosevelt withdrew his hand in embarrassment:
"Sorry, I don't have any other meaning."

He pointed to the horse behind him, and said to Chen Jianqiu:
"Let's go back to Shepherd Dog Town and talk as we walk."

At the same time, he turned his head and shouted at a law enforcement officer with a gun who came with him.

"Pink! You go get these corpses on horses, we're going back."

The police officer named Pink nodded towards Roosevelt with a cold expression.

"Is he always like this?" Sean nuzzled at Pink and asked.

"Well, it's always been like this, but he's a good shot." Roosevelt walked over to his horse.

After a while, Chen Jianqiu and the three of them set off on their way home together with the police officers from Mugou Town.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu rode at the front of the team.

"Um, New Mexico, according to the letter, you traveled across the entire United States to Dacoma?" Roosevelt asked.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu replied briefly.

"Actually, I just mentioned it to Astor in the letter. I didn't expect him to entrust you to come here. It's really hard work."

Roosevelt adjusted his glasses.

"You can send some detectives over, there is no need to go there yourself."

"I'll feel more at ease when I come by myself."

Chen Jianqiu held the reins in his hand.

The black radish walked slowly forward, the horse's back up and down with its master.

"By the way, why did you come to me? Astor didn't explain in detail in the letter, he only said that you were in trouble." Chen Jianqiu used his little finger to pick out his ear hole and asked.

Roosevelt sat upright on the horse, turned his head to Chen Jianqiu and said:
"It's like this. Since last year, some pastures around the town have been attacked one after another, and the methods are very cruel, and no one is left alive."

"I have been clearing up the gangs that may commit crimes nearby, but I have caught some and killed some, and the attacks continue to happen."

He pointed to the corpses on the horses behind Pink.

"I have been watching this group of people. According to my investigation, they have been running around in the bad land, robbing pastures for a living."

"It is very likely that they did this matter." Roosevelt said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the matter was still resolved by you."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the corpse on the horse, but did not speak.

Along the way, Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt chatted one after another.

Roosevelt was knowledgeable and wise.

Like some other white elites Chen Jianqiu has met, he has a very educated conversation.

These people have similar attitudes toward themselves.

They regard themselves as a heterogeneous elite among the Chinese and give them a certain degree of respect.

This is a kind of respect for the strong, which was earned by Chen Jianqiu relying on his own ability and actions.

But at the same time, they maintain an imperceptible sense of distance.

This is doomed by the white supremacy education they have received since childhood.

Of course, there is only one exception.

That's little Astor.

Chen Jianqiu still hasn't figured out the brain circuit of this guy.

The group soon arrived at Shepherd Dog Town.

This town doesn't look much different from other western towns.

A muddy and dirty main road runs through the town.

The main buildings of the town are located on both sides of the road.

Chen Jianqiu noticed that there were still some railings broken by bullets on the buildings at the entrance of the town that had not been repaired in time.

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze.

He shrugged:

"Well, as you can see, everything sucks."

"Gangsters, hooligans, uh, and..."

He turned his head, glanced at Asuka behind Chen Jianqiu, and lowered his voice:

"There are also Indians. The southeast side of here is their reservation."

"That's because they've been cornered, they have no choice."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the hilly and ravine grassland in the distance.

"This place is not suitable for farming, and the bison that the Sioux people rely on for survival has also been slaughtered."

"I have my own opinion on that."

"I don't think it's wise to maintain an armed confrontation with the Indians. It doesn't make any sense except to create more hatred."

Roosevelt drove his horse and walked towards the town.

"Similarly, I am also opposed to the slaughter of bison, which is a kind of destruction of ecology."

"However, the advancement of civilization is inevitable. Indians must accept their own destiny and integrate into American society. This is the future of their race."

He whispered to Chen Jianqiu, his words were full of Darwinism and its prototype of "Americanism".

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of arguing with him.

There are some things that cannot be achieved by just arguing.

Roosevelt led the crowd on the road in the town.

The residents of the town were all busy with their own affairs, and some would stop to say hello to Roosevelt.

But when they saw Asuka on a horse behind him, a hint of disgust appeared on their faces.

When the team passed by the gate of the security station, Roosevelt turned his head and gave Pink and several other people behind him an order:
"You guys go back first, I'll take Mr. Chen and the others to my ranch."

Pink still had a slumped face, as if the whole world owed him money.

Chen Jianqiu found that no matter what happened, he was always like this.

Continue to go forward, is the town.

"What is that?" Chen Jianqiu asked, pointing to a camp outside the town.

This camp was built on an open field, and there were several tents outside.

Next to these tents are two fully loaded caravans.

A number of people were busy in the camp, unloading the caravan and setting up a stage that seemed to be used for performances.

"Oh, that's the circus of 'Buffalo Bill'. They come here every once in a while." Roosevelt said, "I just arrived here this morning, and I should stay here for a week."

Chen Jianqiu did not speak.

His eyes swept across the camp.

Those who are setting up the stage seem to be both staff and actors.

Because their dress and appearance are really unique.

It is not too much to describe it as grotesque.

A bald head unloads planks from a caravan.

He hardly needed any help, he carried a board several people long on one shoulder, was shirtless, muscular, had fierce eyes, and cursed in his mouth.

An old man with only one arm left is brushing something on a wooden background board with a brush.

There is also a baby-faced girl with twin ponytails.

A little taller than a dwarf and a little shorter than normal.

At first Chen Jianqiu thought she was a little girl.

Until she saw that she took out a cigarette from her pocket and held it to her mouth, while revealing the revolver at her waist.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others passed by, these people also raised their heads and saluted, their eyes were not friendly.

The three of Chen Jianqiu rode behind Roosevelt for about ten minutes, and soon saw a pasture.

This ranch is much bigger than Chen Jianqiu imagined.

The wooden fence framed a large circle on the grass, with almost no end in sight in the distance.

A large number of cattle, sheep and horses dangled in the fence.

"The family is big and the business is big." Chen Jianqiu said to Roosevelt with a smile.

"It's okay, I came here to relax." Roosevelt's answer was more Versailles.

"Dad! Daddy!"

While they were chatting, a little girl in a pink dress sprinted out of the pasture.

Roosevelt's eyes behind the glass lenses were full of kindness, and his face was full of smiles, as if all troubles disappeared.

He picked up the little girl and introduced to Chen Jianqiu and the others:

"This is my daughter, Alice Roosevelt."