Chapter 209: Chinatown News

San Francisco (San Francisco), at the southern end of Duban Street.

"Mr. Li, this is Chinatown." Zhang Yuanzang pointed to the street ahead and said with a complicated expression.

He lives here, can he not belong to this place?

It's just about the memories here, there is no warmth and memory, only suffering and pain, and the barren life is overwhelming.

The streets are paved with square bricks, and there are various tables on both sides, or small vendors with cloth on the ground.

Looking up, all the signboards that can be seen are written in Chinese, which is very cordial.

Crossing the asphalt road and stepping on the street paved with square bricks, a strong sense of history came to him, as if he was in another world again at this moment.

"You don't need to follow." He told the bodyguards to stay outside and wait for him, but the little elk followed up pretending not to hear, and Li Zitao pretended not to see it.

"How many compatriots do we have here?" Looking at the curious and awe-inspiring eyes around him, Li Zitao smiled kindly.

"About 20,000." Zhang Yuanzang said beside him.

"So much?" Li Zitao was a little surprised.

"It was sold here more than ten years ago to pan for gold. There were not so many railway workers, only a thousand people. Later, they did not get married and had children. The youngsters grew up and got married again.

In addition, some fools in the country want to come here to make a fortune, thinking that this place is full of gold, hehe..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuanzang couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, isn't he one of those fools?

Back then, why did he believe in what those people said with all his heart!

"San Francisco, there is gold everywhere, just pick up a piece, and you can become a big landlord there."

Zhang Yuanzang, who couldn't get enough to eat at home, patted his head as soon as his head got hot, and embarked on a smuggling trip.

Riding the wind and breaking the waves, no, it’s the ups and downs. During the long sea voyage, more than a dozen fellow villagers who came together died, and the bodies were thrown into the sea directly for the sharks.

There was a man who wanted to get back the body of the mother-in-law, so the crew shot him to death with a shotgun.

The chest cavity seemed to be pierced by iron sand, and blood was constantly oozing out, and the blood was accompanied by meat foam, just like dumpling stuffing that was smashed during the Chinese New Year when I was a child.

After finally getting to San Francisco, the gold-filled paradise disappeared, and a group of people were chased by white-skinned men and ran around.

At the beginning, he didn't know and thought they were officers and soldiers, but now Zhang Yuanzang knew that those people were human traffickers, and they were arrested to sell to mines and railway companies.

Some people were arrested and some were killed, because Zhang Yuanzang, who was hiding, heard several gunshots and screams.

He was quite lucky, he fumbled and broke into Chinatown, and saved his life with the help of his compatriots.

Along the way, eating and sleeping in the open, eating moldy food that the crew did not want, and those who managed to land on the shore alive were almost inhuman.

If it weren't for Zhang Yuanzang, he would be a half-year-old boy with a fairly strong body, and he might not be able to make it to the shore, so he would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

In a flash, 12 years have passed, and he is in his thirties, relying on his cleverness and tact, he doesn't have to worry about making a living.

But other things can only be thought of in dreams.

For people like them, dreaming is the happiest thing in their life. When they lie down on the bed and close their eyes, they will have everything they want.

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, Old Zhang." The suddenly raised voice finally called Zhang Yuanzang back.

"Screaming, calling the soul, take it easy." Seeing the middle-aged man wrapped in a cotton jacket in front of him, Zhang Yuanzang muttered unhappily.

"Hey, you are daydreaming, the person who came with you has already left, you are still standing here, tell me, what a dream, do you have any gold?"

The other party was not annoyed either, and asked cheerfully with his hands crossed in his sleeves.

"What?" Looking back, Li Zitao beside him had disappeared, and Zhang Yuanzang yelled, "Hey, my nobleman!"

After speaking, Sa Yazi ran forward.

"My lord? The Qing Dynasty is gone.

Where did the nobleman come from? Besides, this nobleman is a woman! "The middle-aged man in the overcoat shrank his neck and went back to the meat stall muttering, waiting for the customers who came to buy meat.

Li Zitao has already walked to the intersection of Duban Street and California Street, which is also the center of Chinatown.

Chinese with canes, suits and top hats can be seen everywhere.

Cloth shoes, white socks, trousers, and Chinese in long shirts can also be seen everywhere.

There is like an invisible wall between the two, living on the same plane, but rarely communicating with each other.

There are small stalls selling Tang people and Yangchun noodles on the street, with a white cloth hanging on the head, one side is tied to a nail in the corner, and two bamboo poles are pulled to measure, one end is propped outward, and there is a charcoal stove, a square table and a small horse.

Li Zitao became interested, so he sat on the ponytail and said, "Auntie, here are two bowls of Yangchun noodles."

"Good class!" The aunt who was busy said without looking back.

On the contrary, the little girl who was helping out at the stall looked at him curiously. The little elk beside him was very eye-catching.

Foreigners who come to Chinatown, except for the occasional intermediary who recruit workers, are no longer seen these days.

As for those who came with the Chinese, that is even rarer.

The diners around were sizing up like monkeys, but the little elk didn't notice it at all.

The beautiful eyebrows are bent into crescents, holding the chopsticks in the palm of the hand, looking at the pot of cooking noodles with relish, the performance of an authentic foodie.

"Here comes the noodles, you two take your time." Clear soup, white noodles, two or three green onions the size of rice grains are sprinkled on top, and two green vegetables are floating beside it.

I took a bite with chopsticks, the noodles were smooth and springy, and the taste was very light.

It’s okay to eat occasionally, but if you eat it often, the bird will fade out of your mouth, and it’s not as delicious as described in the novel.

"Boss, is there a fork here?" After spending a long time, the little elk didn't pick up a single noodle.

I wanted to use chopsticks as sticks to roll them up, but found that the noodles were too thin and slippery to be rolled up at all.

"Open your mouth." Picking up a chopstick of noodles, Li Zitao stuffed them directly into her mouth.

A satisfied smile immediately appeared on the face of the little elk, and its beautiful big eyes were already narrowed.

Looking back, he suddenly found that the diners around him were staring at him as if they were seeing a ghost.

"Shouldn't you just feed the foreign lady a mouthful of noodles?" Thinking of the occasional singles night held in District 22, Li Zitao felt that he should take them to experience it.

Tall white hot girls at the party will willingly follow you as long as they look at each other.

I don't know how many bachelors have tried the thrill of conquering America.

As far as Li Zitao knows, Wang Dagou has always been the most popular male guest at the party. Who made him carry a large-caliber gun and spend a lot of money!