America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Will you bet and admit defeat, there's no need to frown."

In the yard of Rockefeller's mansion in Taylor City, New York, Big Nose Morgan joked about Rockefeller trimming the greenery.

"Who told you that I lost? I'm not dead yet, and even if I were dead, my son wouldn't be dead either!" Rockefeller said angrily, holding the scissors.

"You're a bad debt." Morgan found a chair in the yard and sat down.

Two old men who add up to more than 120 years old were arguing.

In the eyes of outsiders, the financial tycoon is a bad-tempered and inarticulate tyrant; the oil tycoon is serious and unspoken.

But in private, the two have another side.

Especially after getting older.

"By the way, why are you holding on to Chen Jianqiu all the time?" Morgan asked a little puzzled, "It's obvious that you are a stubborn stubble, why bother, wouldn't it be good to make money together?"

"Are you here to be a lobbyist for him?" Rockefeller asked angrily.

"Hey, they are winning the battle now, and the momentum is so strong, why do I need to be a lobbyist?" Morgan used his own words to tease the nerves of the oil tycoon, "I'm just curious."

"If he gains power, we will all be finished." Rockefeller straightened up, looking over and over again at a green plant he had just pruned, "Not only we will be finished, but our descendants will also be finished."

"Don't be so sure," Morgan said.

Just then, a maid appeared at the entrance to the garden.

"Sir, it's time to go to church," she said respectfully. "The car is ready for you."

Rockefeller changed his clothes, and the two walked out of the gate of the mansion.

A Model "T" Ford was parked at the gate.

"You also bought Chen Jianqiu's car?" Morgan laughed dumbfounded.

"Didn't you buy it?" Rockefeller glanced at him angrily, "I would like to buy one produced by myself, but the people under me are useless."

In the corner of the yard, there is also an identical "T" car parked.

Rockefeller boarded his car.

He thought for a while, then turned around, and said to Morgan with a serious expression:
"The reason why I make such a judgment is because most of Chen himself and his ethnic group are not religious."

"They are not of our faith, they are heretics, and this is forever irreconcilable!"

From ancient times to the present, if the issue of belief is involved in this world, and if there is a conflict of interest, it will really be a river of blood.

For example, the Crusades, another example, the Thirty Years War, and so on.

This kind of thing will not change because of the development of technology.

People always like to impose some of their ideas on others.

Freedom of belief is not as simple as talking about it.

When McKinley officially began his second term in office, there was a lull between the two factions of the Republican Party.

Both parties are busy with their own affairs.

Until, one thing happened and things changed.

West Texas border, Fort Stockton.

Compared with New Mexico, where there are many factories next door, this place is much more traditional, and it still focuses on animal husbandry.

About ten years ago, the first group of Chinese crossed the state border and came here to buy land and settle down.

Life is not only guns and factories, but also cattle and sheep and the distance.

Unlike New Mexico, Texas is much more populist, and their views are more extreme.

The local residents obviously do not welcome the arrival of the Chinese, even though they all have American citizenship and have bought land.

They set up an organization called "Anti-Invasion Alliance" to find the leaders of the local Chinese, hoping that the Chinese would leave.

The local Chinese leader is called Lin Sanshan, who used to be a small team leader in Chen Jianqiu's Longxiang team, and later got married, planning to find a farm or ranch to live a more leisurely life.

Chen Jianqiu was very supportive of his choice, and at the same time, he had been with him for a long time, and he also gave him a settling allowance.

With this person as the leader, those white people who came to the door suddenly found that things were a little tricky.

Contrary to the stereotypical impression of dull, honest, and unarmed, these Chinese all carry guns.

The result of the negotiation was that there was no result.

Lin Sanshan couldn't figure out why he bought the land, and these white people were still looking for trouble.

So, he and the Chinese who came here resolutely refused.

Dezhou is also a place full of martial arts. After all, it was the first to become independent and fought with Mexicans for a while.

The two sides fought.

Then, the local white people discovered the second "surprise".

These Chinese seem to have received military training and their defense is methodical.

The whites lost three consecutive games, paying the price of 5 deaths and 8 injuries, while the Chinese suffered no casualties.

The local residents brought the Chinese to the San Antonio court for intentional homicide.

In the absence of the accused, the court sentenced several Chinese to hang.

However, the sentence was sentenced, but the court stated that it did not have enough police force to carry out the sentence.

Residents of Fort Stockton!Now you are righteous!Go yourself and bring the thugs to justice.

But the problem is that fighting is impossible, and the governor has no plans to activate the state militia.

The high bounty was hung up.

But the Chinese here are very united. Neither the sheriff nor the bounty hunter has the guts to enter the Chinese settlement to arrest people.

So, in the end it was nothing.

Ten years have passed, and the number of Chinese living in Fort Stockton has become more and more.

However, the relationship between local whites and Chinese has not improved at all.

The residences on both sides divide Fort Stockton into two, and the two sides never communicate with each other.

One morning in 1900.

The first ray of sunshine in Fort Stockton fell on the streets of the Chinese settlement.

Lin Sanshan wore a gray cloth mandarin jacket and strolled along the street as usual.

There were not many people who got up early on the road, but everyone would greet Lin Sanshan when they saw him.

As the Chinese leader who has ruled the neighborhood for ten years, his prestige here is unparalleled.

Looking at the shopkeepers who were removing the door panels to prepare for opening, Lin Sanshan was very relieved.

At any rate, he did not live up to Mr. Chen's expectations.

Suddenly, a young man in a vest ran out from the corner of the street and ran to Lin Sanshan.

He was panting heavily, looking a little flustered.

Lin Sanshan looked him up and down, and frowned:

"What happened? In a panic?"

"Huang, Second Aunt Huang's condition hasn't improved at all, on the contrary, it has worsened. There are black herpes all over her body. She is about to die!"

Lin Sanshan was shocked:
It really is 'nuclear disease'!
The so-called 'nuclear disease' is the plague, that is, the Black Death that once made the whole world tremble.

"Apart from his family, is there anyone else in contact with him?" Lin Sanshan asked with a serious expression.

The man shook his head:

"According to your instructions, she has been isolated alone, and the family members who take care of her are also very careful. No similar symptoms have appeared so far."

Lin Sanshan nodded:
"Tell everyone not to be busy with other things in the morning, and organize rat extermination! Use quicklime to disinfect them. In addition, if you can go back to your own farm or pasture, go back, don't join in the fun!"

The plague reappeared from time to time in the late nineteenth century.

Juarez and Roswell have also had occasional cases due to frequent population movements.

But Chen Jianqiu's reaction was quick.

Immediately after learning the news, measures were taken to isolate the pathogen and at the same time disinfect the environment around the source of the disease, so it did not cause widespread spread.

As Chen Jianqiu's former subordinate and main policy executor, Lin Sanshan is very familiar with all operations.

The Chinese in the town quickly took action.

They put on masks and began to deal with every corner of their residence.

In the end, except for the second aunt of the Huang family who was infected at the beginning and did not survive, no one else was infected.

And the local white people living next door also noticed the change here.

The white town mayor sent someone to observe here, trying to figure out what happened.

Then, they saw Lin Sanshan and others who were wearing masks and cremating the body of the second aunt of the Huang family.

In fact, the Chinese in the United States are still used to burials, but according to Chen Jianqiu, extraordinary methods should be used at extraordinary times.

When the plague appeared in Juárez, he set fire to the corpses of some twenty infected and dead.

Therefore, there is an unwritten rule on the southwest border:
Normally, burial is still supported, as long as the family can find a place; but at special times such as the epidemic, cremation is necessary.

From Lin Sanshan's point of view, this is nothing unusual.

But in the eyes of the Caucasian who was secretly watching, it was tantamount to a catastrophe approaching.

He stumbled back to the chapel.

"The devil, the devil has come to the world! Those yellow-skinned, yellow-skinned Chinese, the plague, the plague is spreading among them!"