America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu took the clothes from Xiao En and walked to the brother who opened the market.

"My money." Chen Jianqiu held out his hand with a smile.

The brother honestly handed the handful of banknotes he was clutching to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu clicked, took a part, and returned the rest to the brother.

"too much."

He said so.

Under the gaze of a group of people, Chen Jianqiu walked to Roosevelt's side.

The sheriff had put his glasses back on, but his face was still a little pale.

"How are you doing?" Chen Jianqiu asked with concern.

Roosevelt took a breath.

"It's much better. There's nothing serious about it. I was too careless just now. I should be able to prevent his punch."

He said with some regret.

"It's fine, let's go back."

Chen Jianqiu helped him up from the ground and put his coat on at the same time.

"You are really strong." Roosevelt said to Chen Jianqiu while arranging his coat. "Teach me if you have time?"

"Ah."

"Let's keep playing, let's withdraw first!" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and cupped his hands at the onlookers.

Three people walked out of the crowd.

"Why don't you stay at my place for three nights instead of staying in a hotel, my place is big."

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu walked side by side and said to him.

Chen Jianqiu could feel that the distance between him and himself was obviously much closer.

"Row."

The three got on their horses and set foot on the road back to the ranch.

Chen Jianqiu found that Asuka had been following them mechanically since entering the town, silent and preoccupied.

After arriving at the ranch, he deliberately slowed down his pace and came to Asuka's side.

Chen Jianqiu put his arms around the shoulders of the Indian youth:

"Asuka, what's wrong?"

Asuka raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

Under the moonlight, his expression was a little dazed.

"It's nothing, boss, I'm fine."

"Just tell me anything, don't keep it in your heart."

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the big house.

It was spring, and there was no fire in the fireplace.

A few kerosene lamps and candlesticks brightened the living room.

The nanny has put Alice to sleep.

Roosevelt asked a servant to prepare the room for the three, while he chatted with the three in the living room.

After the room was tidied up, Negro and Asuka went to rest first.

Only Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt were left in the living room.

They chatted late into the night, and the content was also unusually broad.

If it was just a general chat on the horse before, it was the chat tonight that allowed Chen Jianqiu to see Roosevelt's erudition.

He is not only a politician, but also a very good historian and a writer with a lot of books.

But many of his views still do not break through the limitations of time and race.

And many of Chen Jianqiu's views are very imaginative and epic in the old Roosevelt's view.

This made him more interested in the Chinese in front of him.

"Aren't you going to go back east?"

Chen Jianqiu sat on the sofa, flipping through a draft of a new book handed to him by Roosevelt by the light of the candlestick.

"It's good to be a vigilante here and write a book. I will still take Alice back to New York State every winter."

Roosevelt looked out the window with a wry smile on his lips.

"But it seems that many people here want me to go back sooner."

"Oh? I think you have a high prestige among the townspeople."

Chen Jianqiu's hand turning over the pages of the manuscript stopped temporarily. He raised his head and glanced at Roosevelt.

"I tried to integrate myself into them, but they didn't seem to agree with this; the nanny also advised me to go back early, saying that it would be better for Alice to stay in a big city."

Chen Jianqiu nodded and began to read Roosevelt's manuscript again.

The next morning.

Roosevelt changed his clothes and opened the door of the house.

The glow of the rising sun sprinkled over the entire pasture, covering everything here with a layer of gold.

The ranch workers and cowboys are already busy.

They drove the cattle and sheep out of the pen and headed towards the pasture.

In the sunlight, Chen Jianqiu was standing on the grass outside the fence, gesticulating against the air, as if he was punching or dancing.

His movements are extremely powerful, with the sound of hunting wind, every move is clean and neat.

Roosevelt stared blankly.

After Chen Jianqiu finished his set, he closed his work with his feet together.

He found Roosevelt who was standing in the crowd and stopped to watch, and walked over with a smile.

"My master taught me a set of boxing techniques, but I don't know the name."

"Fist? Is it from China?"

"Well, Guangdong, China."

"That should be very powerful, right? Can you teach me?" Roosevelt looked eager to try.

"Killing is fine, martial arts is average, and it's good for physical fitness."

Chen Jianqiu walked up to Roosevelt.

"I can teach you now if you are interested."

Just as Roosevelt asked Chen Jianqiu for advice on Chinese martial arts like a curious baby.

A horse appeared on the horizon in the distance, galloping towards the pasture.

Both Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu stopped their movements and looked at the horse.

Roosevelt frowned.

Early in the morning, if it wasn't something urgent, he wouldn't have come here like this.

The horse quickly approached, and the person on the horse got off the horse, panting.

It's Pink.

"Sir, something has happened. Another ranch has been attacked."

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu looked at each other sternly.

It seemed that things were not over.

"Where? When?"

"It's the Parsons family's ranch. It's on the edge of the Indian reservation. It might be last night or early this morning!"

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Chen Jianqiu realized that the problem seemed a bit troublesome.

He suddenly thought of the worst possibility.

After thinking twice, he still took Asuka and went to the crime scene with Roosevelt and the others.

Several people quickly rushed to the ranch on the edge of the reserve.

"A family of five, none of them survived, they were all burned to carbon."

Roosevelt walked out of the dilapidated house that was still warm.

He stood at the door of the house with his hips akimbo, looking at the entire pasture.

In addition to the wooden house behind him, the barn and warehouse were also set on fire.

The fences were empty, the sheep and horses were gone.

"Who found out?" he asked Pink beside him.

"A passing cowboy found it, and he planned to go to Shepherd Dog Town to buy some things today."

Pink replied sullenly.

"He saw it was on fire."

"Ah."

Roosevelt looked at Chen Jianqiu beside him, wanting to ask his opinion.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and began to observe the marks on the ground.

The traces on the ground are very messy, there are horseshoe prints and footprints, but they have obviously been deliberately disturbed, one on top of the other, nothing can be seen.

"What else did the cowboy say?" Roosevelt turned his head and asked Pink.

Pink glanced at Asuka behind Chen Jianqiu, hesitant to speak.

"Speak directly, don't have too many scruples."

Roosevelt signaled his subordinate to speak directly.

"Well, the cowboy said, he was in the distance at the time, and he seemed to see some Indians appearing near the ranch, so..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a police officer who was surveying the scene not far away ran over with something like an ornament in his hand.

It is a bone ornament strung with a twine.

"Sir, take a look at this."

The police officer handed the item to Roosevelt.

Other people also gathered around, only Chen Jianqiu patted Asuka on the shoulder and walked aside.

"Is it something from the Sioux tribe?"

Chen Jianqiu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and asked.

Asuka's face was very ugly.

Obviously the answer is yes.

Naturally, Chen Jianqiu would not persuade Asuka to be a traitor.

Although the Indians are scattered, this Sioux tribe is definitely not the one before Asuka, and they may still be hostile.

But from the perspective of the nation as a whole, the position should still be very clear.

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of the cigarette, and dusted off the ash with one finger:

"Relax, don't keep crying. Could it be that there are still people you know in that tribe?"

Asuka took a deep breath and nodded.

"Judging from the style of the accessories, the leader of that tribe should be my father's friend, Sitting Bull."