America 1881: Legend of the West

After the deaths of Couch and his right-hand men, the so-called Oklahoma Colonists Association fell apart.

The organization of this association was originally formed by a group of western pioneers who came together to acquire land in Oklahoma.

Now that the boss and core members are dead, the association exists in name only.

The edge of the camp was bombarded with artillery from across the river every day, and the federal troops stationed in Kansas did not care. These days were spent in fear.

The remaining members of the association held a brief discussion about a kilometer away from the camp.

It was impossible to beat him. For more than a month, except for the injured worker, there was not a single hair missing from the other side.

On the other hand, there were constant casualties on my side.

What a disgrace to the Colonists Society.

In this case, it’s better to just let it go.

Everyone has their own land, and they are all very busy. Farms and pastures are full of things, so don’t worry about them.

It's just a pile of shit when we get together, but maybe it's a sky full of stars when we're apart?

Therefore, after this meeting, the Oklahoma Colonists Association was dissolved on the spot.

Some people who still lived on the north bank of the river left and returned to their own land. Others sent a representative across the river to surrender on the other side of the river.

"Dear Mr. Chen! Please stop pointing cannons at innocent people. Kuchi is dead and we are all pitiful people."

In a large room on the south bank of the river, an old gentleman named Donnie McCann, who was the representative of the north bank, said to Chen Jianqiu who was eating noodles.

The noodles are very ordinary soy sauce noodles with a small green vegetable lying on them.

Chen Jianqiu held chopsticks in one hand and a clove of garlic in the other, a mouthful of garlic and a mouthful of noodles, "Chi Liu, Chi Liu" and the smell was very fragrant.

"You haven't eaten yet? Do you want a bowl?" Chen Jianqiu sniffed and said to the old gentleman in front of him.

McCann glanced at the dark soup base, swallowed, and shook his head.

"Except for one shot that missed on the first day, we never fired any artillery shells into residential areas."

Chen Jianqiu took another sip of soy sauce soup, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"That's just a way for us to maintain law and order. After all, some people have injured residents on the South Shore."

"That was done by Kutcher and the others! These people are all dead!" McCann emphasized repeatedly, "They paid the price for their recklessness."

"Oh, that's best. Starting from tomorrow, the shelling will stop." Chen Jianqiu said as if he had just learned that Kuqi was dead, "You go back."

McCann turned his head and glanced at the representatives who came with him.

He hesitated.

"Just say what you have to say, don't be so coy, it's not like the style of people in the west."

Chen Jianqiu pushed away the bowl of noodles on the table, took out a cigar from his arms and lit it.

Theoretically speaking, it is not suitable to smoke cigars just after eating garlic because it is easy to carry odor.

But Chen Jianqiu doesn't care much about this matter.

Li Sifu next to him brought him a cup of coffee.

Upon seeing this, McCann made the second request of their trip:

"Mr. Chen, I know you are a kind and reputable person. Can these facilities on the South Bank, such as supply and marketing cooperatives, train stations, etc., be opened to the residents of the North Bank?"

Chen Jianqiu sat in his chair, took a puff of his cigar, and smiled on his face:

"Dear Mr. McCann, our place has always been open to friendly friends and has never been closed."

He stood up and began to pace the room.

"Friends need mutual respect. This respect involves various levels and should come from the heart. This is the basis of everything."

"They will not hold prejudice against each other because of their different skin colors; nor will they criticize each other because of their different living customs."

His voice was not loud, but to the ears of the representatives who came to negotiate peace, his words sounded like a hammer.

They felt an unprecedented pressure from the thirty-year-old man in front of them.

Chen Jianqiu stood on the spot and suddenly glanced at the sitting old gentleman:

"So, tell us, Mr. McCann, are we friends?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen, we are not only friends, but also very good friends. I know that you are generous and fair!"

The old gentleman was numbed by Chen Jianqiu's glance and answered hurriedly.

"That's good." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "I will ask people to build a bridge between the two sides as soon as possible. The original bridge is not safe to use the train."

The representatives stood up one after another and expressed their gratitude to Chen Jianqiu.

When the delegation was about to leave, McCann thought for a while and returned from the gate.

"Is there anything else? Mr. McCann?" Chen Jianqiu asked, holding coffee in his hand.

The old gentleman took off his hat and saluted Chen Jianqiu:

"Mr. Chen, I am deeply impressed by your demeanor and ability. Please accept my personal expression of respect for you!"

A month later, a bridge was added to the North Carnedine River, running parallel to the original railroad bridge.

This bridge has been very busy since it was built.

The ranchers and farmers on the North Shore bought back the daily necessities they needed from the supply and marketing cooperatives on the South Shore.

Farmers driving horse-drawn carriages can be seen on the bridge all the time.

The carriage was loaded with bags of fertilizer, seeds and various daily necessities.

From time to time a cowboy would ride by.

They drove the calves and lambs they bought from the south bank and brought them back to their own pastures. After they had raised them to be fat and strong in the coming year, they then rushed to the south bank along the original road to sell them.

More and more people are coming here by train or carriage.

They not only come to look forward to the next land opening, but some also come to do business.

Taverns and hotels, which are common in every western town, also appeared here.

However, compared with other western towns, the security here is very good.

No one dares to commit a crime here.

Because the power to maintain law and order here is really too strong.

A vibrant western city is rising on this fertile land.

Seeing that everything was on the right track, Chen Jianqiu considered whether it was time to return to Roswell.

As a large number of Chinese immigrants came to Oklahoma, a new group of people entered from Juarez and entered Roswell to fill the vacancies.

He needed to see what was going on.

In addition, he also had to take a look at Camilla and his naughty son.

However, on this day, just as Chen Jianqiu was packing his things at his residence and preparing to leave the next day.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Chen Jianqiu walked to the door and opened it.

A familiar face came into view.

It's Mr. McCann.

"Come in, what brought you here?" Chen Jianqiu smiled and let the old gentleman in.

"Coffee or tea?" Chen Jianqiu walked to the tea table and asked.

"Tea, Mr. Chen, I am obsessed with this kind of thing now." McCann replied with a smile, "I drink a pot every afternoon. The tea sold here is really good."

Chen Jianqiu didn't have the tea set for Kung Fu tea, so he took a tea bowl, poured a cup, and brought it to McCann.

"Excuse me, what can I do?" He sat down opposite McCann.

Mr. McCann took a sip of tea, then put the tea bowl on the table next to him and said to Chen Jianqiu:

"Mr. Chen, it's like this. This town is getting bigger and bigger. Both in terms of size and population, it has long met the requirements for establishing a town or city."

"So, we are discussing whether we can start working on it."

Chen Jianqiu poured himself a cup of tea:

"Then what should you do with it? Don't ask me. I plan to go back tomorrow."

When McCann heard this, he was immediately stunned.

He hurriedly waved his hand at Chen Jianqiu:

"No, Mr. Chen, don't be in a hurry to go back. We have discussed it and hope to elect you as the first mayor! And I hope you can give this city a name."

"I'm just a businessman, Mr. McCann." Chen Jianqiu declined with a smile.

"No, no, no, Mr. Chen, this city has developed into what it is now because of your existence. You are the father of this city, and you must be the first mayor! This is also the opinion of all residents of the North Shore. "

McCann was a little anxious.

"Besides, businessmen and mayors are not contradictory!"

"Let's let everyone elect the mayor or something." Chen Jianqiu said when he saw McCann's insistence.

“As for the name, let’s call it Oklahoma City!”