1850 American Gold Tycoon

There is an exquisite small garden in Bell's manor. There is a fountain in the center of the garden, which continuously sprays spring water outwards.

Zuo Yin waved the Ames cavalry sword in front of the fountain. Soon, the small garden of Bell Manor was left in a mess by Zuo Yin.

Zuo Yin is not exaggerating. She is indeed good at using swords.

"What a great knife."

After dancing with the cavalry sword, Zuo Yin reluctantly returned the cavalry sword to Liang Yao.

Liang Yao took the knife and saw that Zuo Yin was covered in sweat. He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to Zuo Yin.

Zuo Yin did not take Liang Yao's handkerchief, but put his head on it.

Liang Yao felt a little surprised, so he had to unfold the kerchief and gently wipe away the sweat on Zuo Yin's forehead, and then on his face.

Compared with other Texas girls attending the banquet, Zuo Yin, who has been exposed to the sun all year round, has a darker complexion, which is a very healthy wheat color.

This skin color is a very popular skin color in the 21st century, but it does not conform to the mainstream aesthetics of the 19th century.

In the United States in the 19th century, especially in the South, the mainstream aesthetic in society was white. White was not only a symbol of beauty, but also a symbol of nobility, because whiteness proved that you did not have to work under the scorching sun. This was the ultimate sign of nobility and wealth. Good proof.

Like her father, Zuo Yin is not very tall. Liang Yao roughly estimated that Zuo Yin's height is about 163cm, but her figure is very well-proportioned.

Her waist is only 18 inches, which is notoriously thin throughout Texas.

Although Zuo Yin is only 17 years old this year, she is growing very well and the breasts on her chest are already standing proudly.

Under the dark brown hair is Zuo Yin's three-dimensional little face, with a pair of light green eyes hidden under the deep eye sockets, and the upright little nose is as perfect as a work of art.

"Your left eye is darker than your right eye."

After wiping the sweat from Zuo Yin's face, Liang Yao folded the handkerchief and put it back in his breast pocket. He looked at Zuo Yin's charming eyes and said.

"You're the first person to notice that my left eye is darker than my right eye!"

Zuo Yin looked up at Liang Yao and said excitedly.

"Not even my father noticed this, let alone my friends. You are such an observant person."

"Damn Indian, I'm going to duel him!"

The intimacy between Liang Yao and Zuo Yin was seen by Harvey and Nathan who were not far away, and Harvey gritted his teeth in hatred.

"We have played with Zuo Yin since we were young and grew up together. Zuo Yin has never been so close to us."

"Brother, you are ignorant. Although my skin color is similar to that of an Indian, I am not an Indian." Nathan said.

"If you want to duel with him, I will definitely be on your side and support you, but I hope you won't be too impulsive. After all, he is a distinguished guest from Texas. I don't recommend you to duel with him."

Although both of them hated Liang Yao equally, Nathan was obviously more rational and mature than Harvey, and considered things more thoughtfully.

"Then what should we do? Looking at this boy and Zuo Yinwai?"

Harvey took a deep breath to gain better control of his emotions.

"Don't you always boast about your superb swordsmanship?"

Nathan pointed to the beautiful Mamluk sword on Harvey's waist and said.

"My good brother, I hope the sword at your waist will not be a decoration."

"You mean to compete with him in front of Zuo Yin and defeat him? Let him embarrass him in front of Zuo Yin?" Harvey suddenly realized.

Among his peers in Texas, his swordsmanship was among the best, and Harvey was very confident in his swordsmanship.

"Colonel Liang! I think as an American colonel, your swordsmanship must be very superb."

Harvey's sudden appearance interrupted the conversation between Liang Yao and Zuo Yin.

Facing this unfriendly visitor, Liang Yao couldn't help but frown and said, "I can't say it's exquisite, it's just okay."

"I want to learn your swordsmanship. I hope the sword on your waist will not be just a beautiful decoration."

As he spoke, Harvey pulled out his Mamluk sword, and the slender Mamluk sword emitted a cold light in the sunlight.

"Harvey, are you crazy? Stop being so childish. Mr. Liang is a guest from Texas." Zuo Yin scolded Harvey angrily.

"Zuo Yin, you know Harvey's temper. If he doesn't compete with Colonel Liang today, he will definitely not give up." Nathan, who was watching from the sidelines, said.

"Since you are competing, let's go together."

Liang Yao said calmly.

A year and a half ago, Liang Yao would not have dared to compete with others in swordsmanship.

But now and then, after more than a year of recuperation, Liang Yao's body has undergone radical changes compared to the time when he first came to the United States.

Moreover, while in California, he had two of America's top sword masters as sparring partners, and his swordsmanship and close combat skills were greatly improved.

Liang Yao's swordsmanship is not as good as those above, but it is still more than enough.

He was still very confident in dealing with these two young men who knew nothing about the world.

"No, no, no, it's Harvey who wants to compete with you, not me." Nathan waved his hands hurriedly and said righteously, "This is a fair duel between men. If I join, this duel will become a different one." It’s no longer fair.”

Nathan was not a good hand with a sword, and he knew how much he weighed.

Compared with the swordsmanship that requires years of hard practice to master, Nathan believes more in the scientific and technological achievements of mankind for thousands of years. He prefers to spend a lot of time practicing his sword skills on practicing his marksmanship.

Liang Yao pulled out the Ames saber, then threw the saber on the grass aside, replaced the sword with a sheath, and signaled Harvey to let his horse come over.

"Why not use a knife?!"

Harvey felt that he had been greatly humiliated and said angrily.

"I'm afraid of hurting you with my knife, so using a scabbard is more than enough to deal with you." Liang Yao said very calmly.

Harvey drew his sword and pounced on Liang Yao, stabbing Liang Yao straight into the heart.

This kid is going to kill him, Liang Yao smiled coldly in his heart.

He had trained the same move thousands of times with Fremont and Mason. He had already developed a conditioned reflex when faced with such a move, and he didn't even need to think about it.

Just like the daily training with Fremont and Mason, Liang Yao easily picked off Harvey's Mamluk sword with the scabbard.

Regardless of the timing or strength of the sword, Harvey looked very immature compared to his two previous sparring opponents.

Harvey was slightly startled, and immediately struck Liang Yao with his sword.

Although the Mamluk sword is called a sword, it is actually a slender scimitar that can stab and cut.

Liang Yao had no intention of continuing to quarrel with Harvey and blocked Harvey's slash with all his strength.

Harvey's strength was far inferior to Liang Yao's, and the fierce collision between the scabbards almost caused Harvey to lose the sword in his hand.

The vibration from the sword made Harvey's hands numb.

Before Harvey could react, a burning pain came from his wrist. The pain made Harvey subconsciously loosen his grip on the hilt of the sword, and the Mamluk sword in his hand was also released.

It turned out that Liang Yao hit Harvey's wrist with the scabbard while Harvey was still recovering.

"Harvey! Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Harvey's father, Ron, came over with a frown and scolded Harvey sharply.

Then Ron walked up to Liang Yao and apologized to Liang Yao: "I'm sorry, Mr. Liang, this kid needs to be dealt with. He thinks he has learned some swordsmanship and doesn't know the world. He shows off in front of you and is embarrassed. I will definitely deal with him well after I go back." "

"Swordsmanship comes second. If you have higher expectations for him, I think you should let him learn to manage his emotions first."

Liang Yao picked up the knife from the hand and put it back into the scabbard.

Ron nodded thoughtfully, kicked Harvey hard, and told Harvey to get back.

"Mr. Liang, your swordsmanship is really good."

Zuo Yin said with envious eyes.

"Miss Zuo Yin, it's getting late. I think it's time for you to go back and rest and prepare for the dinner and dance tonight."

Liang Yao looked at the black slave who was slowly preparing for the dinner and said.

Texas is an agricultural society full of pastoral scenery. Unlike Californians who are extremely efficient, the pace of life in Texas is relatively slow, and everything is slow and orderly. It is so slow that Liang Yao, who is used to a fast-paced life, feels a little uncomfortable.

The chatter and laughter in the living room gradually became muffled, replaced by snoring one after another. It seemed that these Texans had already taken a lunch break.

Zuo Yin walked into the sunshine, looked at his own shadow and said.

"It's only two o'clock in the afternoon. It's still early for the dinner. Oh, I almost forgot. Please wait for me for a while."

Zuo Yin seemed to have remembered something, and ran into the living room regardless of everyone's ladylike image.

There was only a sound of women talking in the living room. When the conversation ended, Zuo Yin walked out of the room. Behind her was a female black servant, who held a vegetable basket in her hand.

Zuo Yin took the vegetable basket from the female servant and said to the female servant: "Maria, go and do your work."

After sending away the black servant, Zuo Yin said apologetically to Liang Yao: "Sorry sir, as the mistress of the manor, I must do my best as a landlord and invite the ladies and ladies to rest on the second floor so that they can be refreshed. Come to the evening's dinner and dance feeling full and full."

"Mistress? Where is your mother?" Liang Yao asked in surprise.

Zuo Yin smiled bitterly: "My mother died in a conflict with the Indians not long after I was born. I haven't seen my mother since I can remember."

Liang Yao remembered that Zuo Yin had a very harmonious relationship with Houston's wife and daughter.

She was the only one among the white ladies and wives who was willing to get close to Mrs. Houston and her daughter, and her heart was full of doubts.

"Then you don't hate Indians?"

Zuo Yin's expression became complicated, and after a long time he said: "I can't explain clearly, maybe I don't hate it, the Indians killed my mother.

Talk about hate, the white people in Texas, whether they are Americans, French, Spanish, Mexicans or white people of other ethnic groups, killed many more Indians than the Indians killed white people.

Maybe Uncle Houston is right, we should learn to let go of hatred and killing, but in Texas, after all, white people like Uncle Houston who are friendly to Indians are very few.

You know, Uncle Houston is not very popular in Texas right now, and his views are always criticized. "