He's in the west, he's a cowboy

Although there was a lot of good wine in this era, it was obviously not affordable with the gang's current economic situation, so it was normal to have a splitting headache after waking up in the morning.

Those who didn't drink too much were fine, but those who drank and fell down, like Bill and Javier, were holding a wooden bucket and vomiting there. As for Sean, the living treasure, Kai had been drinking since midnight last night. Judging from Lun's roar and the bruises all over his face, the situation should not be good.

Arthur went out early in the morning. He was worried about Lenny. Zhou Zheng thought of his dead horse. Seeing that his injuries were almost healed, he felt that he had to bury him.

After finding a shovel from the camp, Zhou Zheng rode on the Morgan horse he got that night. Charles saw Zhou Zheng's appearance and asked curiously: "Hey, are you preparing to be a farmer with the shovel?"

Zhou Zhengzheng was nostalgic for his horse, and said in a low voice: "My horse is dead, I have to bury him."

Charles took a deep look at Zhou Zheng and said, "I'll go with you." After that, he also took a shovel and got on his horse.

"Thanks, brother." Zhou Zheng naturally didn't mind having someone accompany him. In addition to being able to protect him, he and Charles could also chat better.

Not in a hurry, the two of them rode on the horse and walked leisurely. Charles looked at the leisurely Zhou Zheng and asked: "Why did you join here? I mean, you don't look like a gang member."

This was already the second person who said that he didn't look like a gang member. Zhou Zheng asked curiously: "How can you tell, or what kind of person do you think I look like."

Charles thought for a moment, organized the words in his mind, and said slowly: "I can't tell you the specifics. Maybe it's because I have little experience. I just don't think you are like Arthur, Javier and the others. Maybe they We are all used to this kind of life, but you are not."

"Maybe you don't either." Zhou Zheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his body and handed it to Charles: "The same goes for you. You actually don't like this kind of life. I can feel it."

Indeed, perhaps due to habit or numbness, Javier, Dutch, and even Arthur have regarded this kind of life as normal. Zhou Zheng felt that even if Hosea kept saying he wanted to retire, they might all I cannot accept life after retirement.

"What about you, why did you join a gang?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously.

"As I said before, I wandered alone for a long time, and then six months ago, maybe seven months ago, I met Dutch. Unlike some other people, he did not discriminate against me, so I stayed." Charles lit the fire and took a deep breath.

"Discrimination, yes, in this country, there are too few people who can treat all races equally." Zhou Zheng said with a sigh.

Not to mention now, even in the [-]st century, isn't it still the case? It can only be said that nothing has changed.

Because he was not in a hurry, Zhou Zheng did not walk across the railway bridge that he took when he came back. Instead, he took a detour under the bridge and took the path by the river. The scenery here is very good. He was in a hurry every time he came back, and he didn't take it well. Enjoy the beautiful scenery here.

However, the black ash floating in the sky affected everything. Zhou Zheng and Charles stopped their horses. Zhou Zheng stretched out his hand and dusted himself. He had been chatting and not paying attention, but he realized it now.

"What's going on? Is there a fire nearby?" Charles asked vigilantly. He looked around and then at the wind direction: "It's coming from the north. Judging from the distance, it should not be far from our camp."

Zhou Zheng took out his telescope and looked at it curiously, but he couldn't see anything in the dense woods, so he had to say: "Go and have a look. If it's not far from the camp, at least we need to know what happened."

"Yes, we have to go take a look. Follow me, I will lead the way." Charles followed the direction of the wind and walked against the wind. Zhou Zheng followed closely behind. The road here is not easy to walk, and the trees are very special. many.

Not long after the two walked through the woods, they saw a small town that had been burned to the ground by fire, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

"The fire has engulfed this place, and it seems that many people have died." Charles looked at a corpse lying in the ruins. The corpse was almost carbonized, and there were many teeth marks on it. It should be a wild wolf: "It seems The beast has been here."

Zhou Zheng walked around in the ruins. It was so badly burned that almost nothing was left.

"Let's look around to see if there's anything else we can use. Although it seems like this place has been abandoned for a long time." Charles said to Zhou Zheng.

"Hey, look at this." Zhou Zheng kicked away a piece of wood leaning against the wall, revealing an oil drum underneath.

"Levi...Tick...Cornwall...Company" Zhou Zheng carefully identified the writing on it and found that it was an oil barrel from Cornwall Company.

"This is the third one. I just saw this oil barrel at the entrance to the ruins opposite. I didn't pay attention to it at first, but the appearance of several of them explained the problem." Zhou Zheng said slowly.

"Either someone bought something from Cornwall, or Cornwall started the fire," Charles said. "I'm not surprised that capitalists would do something like this."

"Too."

"We can't tell anything by looking at it like this. There is a prison over there. I'll go there and take a look." Charles straightened up and looked around and said.

"Then let me go and have a look at the police station in front." Zhou Zheng pointed at the police station and said, "That police station is well preserved."

Although the top is completely gone, the police station still retains its general shape, and a large iron-covered table at the door is still intact.

Zhou Zheng came to the table and opened the drawer of the table. Although the things were still there, they were basically damaged by the high temperature. Sure enough, he shouldn't have expectations.

"Let's go, it seems there is nothing here anymore." Charles shouted outside. He walked around several nearby houses, and the situation was similar to here.

"Come here, there is nothing here." Zhou Zheng closed the drawer and was about to go out. There was a "boom" sound and his foot seemed to kick something. Zhou Zheng looked down and saw that there was an iron box under the table.

Zhou Zheng picked up the box and suddenly couldn't lift it: "Hey, this is really not light, Charles, I seem to have discovered something."

Charles stretched his head over and looked over curiously.

"What the hell, it's so heavy." Zhou Zheng put the box on the table. The heavy box hit the table, making him cough due to the dust. Zhou Zheng wanted to open the box and found that it was still locked.

"Can you open it? I don't know how to open locks. I feel like there should be something good here." Zhou Zheng looked at Charles and said helplessly.

"I'll do it, you stay away." He said, Charles pulled out his pistol from his waist and pointed it at the lock. Zhou Zheng hurriedly hid far away when he saw this. This thing ricocheted everywhere, but it doesn't matter if you are own people.

With a "bang" shot, the lock was knocked to the ground. Zhou Zheng stepped forward and opened the box. It was full of US dollar bills, but they were all destroyed by the high temperature.

But there are still a lot of coins. Although there are many coins, the total number should not be much. The reason why the box is so heavy is because of them. Zhou Zheng took the box outside, poured all the coins on the ground, and prepared to divide the loot with Charles.

This should be the police chief's money. Zhou Zheng certainly doesn't know the virtues of the police chiefs in this era. There is no psychological burden in taking his money.

A large number of coins fell to the ground, and what surprised the two of them was that in the end, a golden gold bar poured out! ! !

Zhou Zheng stared at the gold bar in front of him in stunned silence. It was the first time in his two lives that he had seen such a big gold bar. Charles smiled, picked up the gold bar and looked at it: "It seems that you are lucky. Judging from the quality, you can at least sell it." Like five hundred dollars.”

Okay, I bought my horse for less than two hundred yuan, but the money must be half of Charles's.

"I don't know where I can change it into money. Do you have any idea?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously.

"There is a black market in every town, but it's not easy to find. I can ask around." Charles thought for a while and felt that he should be able to find it.

Zhou Zheng waved his hand: "Then I'll leave it to you. When you sell it later, you can give me half of it."

After that, roughly divide the coins on the ground into two parts, and then put your own part into the bag.

Charles was not pretentious and collected all the money and gold. Zhou Zheng trusted him so much, which still touched this honest man.

The two got on their horses and continued on their way. Zhou Zheng, who had made a fortune, couldn't help but feel in a good mood, humming his favorite tune all the way.

It seems that his luck is still good. How to spend the money when he gets it? Zhou Zheng thought happily in his heart. He must buy a good horse first. The Morgan horse under his crotch is really a bit clumsy.

"Daqi said that what we get is half the score of the gang." Honest Charles gave Zhou Zheng a critical blow.

Zhou Zheng suddenly became furious: "What the hell, half of it?" Zhou Zheng remembered what Dutch said when he was at the camp before, but he was in a hurry to go to Valentine and didn't pay attention.

"So? We also gave half of the Valentine vote to Dutch?" Zhou Zheng asked speechlessly.

"It's not for Dutch, it's for the gang, at least that's what Dutch said," Charles explained.

Zhou Zheng felt that this guy was a little dissatisfied. It was terrible to pay half of it. The U.S. government was not so harsh in taxing.

"Uh, Charles, we didn't find anything today, did we?" Zhou Zheng looked at Charles with a wicked smile.

Seeing Zhou Zheng's rogue appearance, Charles also smiled and said: "Yes, we didn't find anything today, we just buried your horse."