I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Having lost their jobs, these low-level old white men did not dare to resent the "gentlemen" sitting in the skyscrapers drinking coffee, but directed their resentment towards the dull and hardworking Chinese workers.

They said that it was the Chinese laborers who lowered the prices in the labor market, and it was the Chinese laborers who robbed them of their jobs.

In fact, this sentence cannot be said to be completely wrong.

If they also go to Mouhu, they will definitely be full of praise for the word "involution".

In the construction of the Pacific Railway that started this year, the bankers, who couldn't bear the procrastination and efficiency of Irish white laborers, were already considering replacing these Irish asses with Chinese laborers.

Objectively speaking, the influx of Chinese workers has indeed affected the balance of the game between labor and capital.

But the problem is that the Chinese built the western United States with a nearly slave attitude, but they did not enjoy the fruits of construction at all. Such a more humble living situation than black slaves did not arouse even a little bit of sympathy.

Finally, on the sea of ​​Chinese corpses and blood, railways and cities were built, and then benevolent gentlemen used a piece of "Chinese Exclusion Act" to cover the coffins of these "yellow monkeys" who had been sleeping here forever.

A bunch of greedy barbarians trying to invade the civilized world must get out of this kingdom of God.

Yes, you are not human, so why should you show sympathy?

Perhaps, in the eyes of these benevolent gentlemen, the Indian with only $50 for a scalp is an even more stupid and ridiculous inhuman creature.

……

That's how Zhu Fugui got up amidst the yelling of the foreman Bai and Tou Chen one after another.

Hu Jian could understand Zhu Fugui's Mandarin to a certain extent, and most of the cursing was dirty words urging him to go to work.

If he hadn't seen Wang Lei selling fish online before, Zhu Fugui wouldn't have known what "Lin Bei" and "Three Little" meant.

Since they don't understand, the lethality of cursing is naturally limited.

However, the threat of the whip was real, and Zhu Fugui had no choice but to get out of the tent.

Since the master and servant arrived at the camp not long ago, and Uncle Li felt that he was a nobleman in exile in a foreign country and disdained to be with these mud legs, Zhu Fugui's tent was relatively quiet at the edge of the entire camp.

As for escape, the foremen were not too worried.

La Push is located in the northwest corner of Seattle in later generations, facing the Pacific Ocean to the west and Canada to the north, and its location is quite remote.

Seattle's name was originally derived from the Seattle chief of a nearby Indian tribe.

Today, the town of Seattle has not even been established, let alone the city of Seattle.

Even Washington State, where Seattle is located, has not yet been formally established, nor has it been incorporated into the Federation of North American colonists.

It can be said that the miner's camp where Zhu Fugui is located is a relatively isolated stronghold deep in the wild west, surrounded by deserts, ferocious beasts, and so-called "cannibals".

Therefore, when they first arrived at the camp two days ago, an "old Chinese laborer" who had been working for three years told Zhu Fugui's master and servant not to try to escape, at least he could live here.

But it's just living.

Why can you be called an old Chinese worker after three years of work?

Because there are very few people who can live to the fourth year.

……

Last night, the wild wolf and some unknown beast yelled at each other for a long time, which made Zhu Fugui sleepless all night.

Taking a deep breath of the air in the wilderness, I immediately felt that my mind was refreshed a lot.

Although there is a mining area not far away, the latest Lenoir internal combustion engine is billowing black smoke.

But the air here is still quite good.

The humid sea breeze blowing from Puget Sound and the fresh air in the Rocky Mountains made Zhu Fugui, who is used to city life, slightly intoxicated.

"Long live, it's time to rinse your mouth and eat."

Li Chunfa woke up early in the morning, and at this time he had already handed over the wet rag and half a potato respectfully.

Zhu Fugui shook his head, turned around and took out a few things from under the straw mat.

"Lao Li, come and taste this."

"Long live... this is?"

Li Chunfa forbade Zhu Fugui to call him "Uncle Li" because calling him "Li Banban" or "Eunuch Li" would be very dangerous if outsiders listened to him, so Zhu Fugui called him Lao Li directly.

Speaking of which, there is no one around now, and Lao Li only has one Long Live Lord. In the mine, Zhu Fugui can only be called "Young Master".

At this moment, Li Chunfa's eyes widened.

Because Zhu Fugui took out a round and oily big moon cake.

Without washing his hands, Zhu Fugui broke the two halves and handed half of the mooncake to Lao Li.

In the early years, Li Chunfa traveled all over the world with the late emperor, and he had seen some of the world. He even went to a private school for a few days, so he knew how to read and write.

Li Chunfa recognized at a glance that this big mooncake was not the Soviet-style meat mooncake that was common in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang generations, but the Cantonese-style mooncake from Fuguang, and it was also an extremely luxurious five-nut mooncake.

"Long live, where did you get the food, could it be..."

Li Chunfa really wanted to ask if the moon cakes were stolen from that Fuloo named Chen.

Bah, bah, bah, about Long Live, can that be called stealing?

Li Chunfa quickly corrected his attitude.

But although it is said that there is no king in the world, Long Live Lord eats his cakes, it is because of his eight lifetimes of cultivation.

But counting from the soup of Yao, Shun and Yu, it seems that the emperor can't control Citigroup, right?

Wouldn't it be a catastrophe if he found out?

But after thinking about it carefully, Li Chunfa felt that this was absolutely impossible.

Not to mention that Long Live Lord has always been well-behaved and courteous, even Chen Fu Lao has been in Citigroup for three or four years.

Except that the clothes on his body are cleaner than ordinary slave labor, and he can ask for an extra potato and a half for dinner, so he is not much richer.

Even if he had some banknotes, how could he buy such mooncakes in the wild mountains of Citi Country?

"If I tell you to eat, you will eat it. There is so much nonsense. After eating, help the young master dig a few boxes of coal today!"

Zhu Fugui shook his head, holding his own half mooncake, and ate it up in two bites.

Needless to say, the five-nut mooncakes that are usually placed on the table without being touched for half a year are really the same as Yuye Qiongye when eaten in your mouth.

After taking a big sip of water and swallowing all the mooncakes sticking to his throat, Zhu Fugui burped comfortably.

Looking at Li Chunfa again, he was carefully dividing the half-moon cake into three parts, and then took the smallest piece and sucked it carefully.

The rest was wrapped in paper and stuffed into his arms.

Zhu Fugui knew that Lao Li's teeth were not good, but he didn't want to suck them. He looked like he was tasting the precious sweetness.

Zhu Fugui didn't care about him, but took out the toothpaste and toothbrush from under the straw mat, and simply washed up.

Toothpaste that is actually filled with a metal tube will not be invented until 30 years later.

So the things in Zhu Fugui's hands obviously do not belong to this era.

Li Chunfa opened his mung bean eyes curiously, wanting to see something strange, but Zhu Fugui stared back, not daring to ask further questions.

The feudal thinking of the old eunuch, monarch and minister, has long been deeply rooted in his bones, which saved Zhu Fugui from explaining.

Glancing at the toothpaste in his hand, Zhu Fugui felt as if he had passed away.

Toothpaste is a cheap and affordable Zhonghua brand, but ironically, the "Zhonghua" brand is not from a Chinese company.

But it's pointless to think about these things.

Because even Unilever, which bought the "Zhonghua" brand at a low price, will not be established until half a century later.

What Zhu Fugui cares about is that the products purchased through that "system" are indeed usable, and that is enough.

That's right, just like all the traversers, after Zhu Fugui came to this world, he also had a "system" of his own.

However, Zhu Fugui's system...

something special.

It has no AI, no main quests, no kill warnings.

Except for a language assistance function that is still a black technology, other places are not so much a plug-in system as a large-scale e-commerce platform.

In this e-commerce platform, there are various shops and products.

There are not only direct sales from manufacturers, but also second-hand transactions similar to salted fish.

But in Zhu Fugui's account, there is only a pitiful 20 yuan.

If I remember correctly, this is indeed his balance in a certain treasure before time travel...

poverty,

This traditional virtue of the Chinese nation also traveled with Zhu Fugui.

What can 20 yuan buy?

With the mentality of giving it a try, Zhu Fugui bought a small box of mooncakes in the "salted fish" market.

As we all know, moon cakes are not so much for eating as they are for giving away.

After changing hands several times, this thing expired accidentally.

I don't know whose family's bear child threw the expired mooncakes in the "salted fish" market. Fortunately, the price is still reasonable.

Ten yuan a whole box.

Although more than half a year expired, it has never been opened.

As for the toothpaste...

……

After eating expired mooncakes and brushing second-hand toothpaste, Zhu Fugui regained a little bit of modern life.

Together with Lao Li, Zhu Fugui walked towards the mountains in the muddle-headed team of Chinese laborers.

There is a large coal mine there, and the coal produced is mainly sold to the railway company, which can be regarded as a supporting project for the Pacific Railway.

Zhu Fugui turned on the system in the consciousness space while walking.

Looking at the seven yuan balance in the account, Zhu Fugui had to thank him. The platform does not charge shipping fees, which is quite conscientious.

God knows how much it will cost to send mail from 21st century Free Shipping to [-]th century Citi Country West.

Sending feathers for thousands of miles, the gift is light and affectionate.

Shipping is definitely heavier.

Although he saved a lot of money, Zhu Fugui still couldn't be happy.

Because if you can't find a way to recharge, the remaining seven yuan may not be enough to change your fate.

How to recharge is a big problem for Zhu Fugui.

Chapter 003 Cultural Victory?

Naturally, mining coal is not fun at all.

Although relatively primitive internal combustion engines have been used, the mines mainly rely on manpower, animal power, and steam engines.

Here, manpower is the least valuable.

In less than two hours since starting work at five o'clock in the morning, Zhu Fugui was as tired as a dead dog.

In fact, under Lao Li's cover, he was already lazy.

But despite this, the high-intensity handling of ore still caused Zhu Fugui to complain.

He stretched out his tongue, dressed roughly, and flapped his clothes vigorously, as if despising the severe cold of the Rocky Mountains in early spring.

But Zhu Fugui's brain didn't stop working.

After intermittent groping, Zhu Fugui finally found the correct way to use the system.

In fact, it is very simple. Zhu Fugui does not have RMB or electronic currency in his hands, so he cannot directly recharge in any case.

The only way to get funds is to sell goods on this e-commerce platform, and then use the money to buy what you need.

This is Zhu Fugui's common method in some novels before, similar to the kind of businessman from two worlds.

It's just that those seniors have to do their own work, purchase and transport, and they really can't keep up with the times.