America 1881: Legend of the West

October, Roswell, Assembly Hall.

The new town was holding its first collective meeting since its re-establishment.

Just last month, the town surpassed 1,000 residents with legal status.

As a resident representative, Chen Jianqiu applied to the state government to re-establish the town of Roswell.

In order to show his generosity, Scott took the initiative to introduce this bill in the state Assembly.

Although some people questioned that the proportion of Chinese-American residents in this town was too high, they were quickly pushed back by Republican state legislators.

The town, with its roots in the oil fields, pays taxes to the state.

Are people demanding independence or autonomy? Or are other races denied entry? The "Roswell Welcomes You" sign is still standing at the entrance to the town, written in three languages: English, Spanish, and Chinese.

It fully embodies the constitutional spirit of equality and freedom.

New Mexico is not California and it is not Texas.

We are all legal citizens, so what’s wrong with building a town in a deserted area near the border? Have you eaten your flour?

What's more, the mayor they elected was a white man named Danny.

The residents of Lincoln County closest to Roswell didn't say anything. You people are full of food?

As a result, the application to build a town was quickly approved.

Now, the leadership team of Roswell Town is sitting around the long table in the meeting hall.

They are respectively:

Mayor——Danny

Postmaster - Sean

United Sheriff, Roswell Four - Wyatt, Holiday, Hanif, Abiot

Tax Officer——Li Sifu

The actual captain of the Border Patrol——Asuka

Vice Captain——Holly

In addition, there are several people who are not official, but are also important figures:

Roswell Evening School Principal——Holmes

Clinic Manager——Teresa

Roswell Refinery Union Chairman - Niu San

Chairman of the Agricultural Association——Zhang Danian

But they all sat in sequence along both sides of the long table. The person who really sat at the head of the long table was Chen Jianqiu, who had no official position.

Sitting on his left and right sides were lawyer Dylan, who also had no official identity, and Camilla, who was wearing red.

One of them is acting as Chen Jianqiu's staff behind the scenes because of Scott, while the other is the actual top leader of the Long Xiang group.

"How many people in California and New Mexico have obtained legal status this month?" Chen Jianqiu picked up the teacup in his hand, brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

This tea was brought back from San Francisco and it actually tastes pretty good.

"About five to six hundred people." Dylan replied, "I compiled it based on the information reported from both sides."

"Well, five to six hundred people, that's about twenty people a day." Chen Jianqiu made a rough calculation and nodded, "Tell them not to worry and don't take too many at one time, otherwise they will attract the attention of the Federal Immigration Bureau. "

"These people are all hungry and tired people." He thought of someone's face for no reason.

"Okay." Dylan's answer was brief.

"Uncle Danian, how was the harvest in the experimental field?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly noticed the silent Zhang Danian, "I'll go to the field with you after the meeting to take a look."

Zhang Danian sighed: "It's still not good. Even if the water from the canal can be used for irrigation, the soil is still too poor."

"Only the corn is growing well, but the wheat is not so good." Zhang Danian shook his head, "Young Master, you may still have to get food from outside."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the ceiling.

There was a skylight, and the sun shone in through the skylight and hit the wall behind him.

A map of Roswell's surroundings hangs on the wall.

Although the area is large, there is still not much land to farm.

It seems that achieving self-sufficiency in food is really not an easy task.

The meeting hall fell into silence. Everyone was looking at Chen Jianqiu who was looking up at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

"Danny, how does it feel to be the mayor?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly looked away from the skylight and teased Danny beside him.

"No, I told you before that I'm not the mayor." Danny rolled his eyes at Chen Jianqiu. He was very unaccustomed to wearing formal clothes.

The shirt and tie choked him.

"Hehe, no matter in terms of age or other aspects, you are the most suitable candidate." Chen Jianqiu smiled brightly.

He crossed his fingers and said earnestly to Holly: "Your father is an upright and sincere man."

"Be honest." Holly beeped quietly, and then was lightly patted on the head by Theresa next to him.

"Everyone drinks tea! Everyone drinks tea!" Chen Jianqiu shouted to Li Sifu: "Make tea for everyone and try some of China's specialties. Bring out the melon seeds as well."

So Roswell's new tax collector started running around making tea and passing melon seeds to everyone.

The depressing atmosphere in the conference hall was relieved for a while, and the internal meeting turned into a tea party.

Everyone began to discuss matters within their respective purviews.

The American commander who succeeded Crook, Nelson Miles, adopted a contraction strategy, which limited the effectiveness of Geronimo's raids on the border and temporarily weakened the Indian offensive.

Browning and the others were in retreat for research and development, but Holmes told them about the situation in the military factory.

Their rifles were sold to Texas, but the competition they faced was also very fierce, and new products and sales expansion were needed in the future.

Everyone continued to discuss the problem, and before they knew it, it was lunch time.

Only black people were left speechless.

"Well, Astor IV wrote a letter." Sean took out a letter from his bag and passed it to Chen Jianqiu from the table.

Chen Jianqiu tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter paper, and started reading.

After his last board meeting, he wrote a letter to Astor asking about the incomplete purge of Santa Fe Railroad shares and the slow flow of funds in his hands.

Astor's advice to him was to open a small bank by himself and apply for a license from the state government. Anyway, he had money and prestige in Lincoln County.

Chen Jianqiu left this matter to Abiot, who was going to Santa Fe soon anyway.

"How's it going Scott?"

Mentioning Santa Fe, Chen Jianqiu suddenly thought of that old fox.

During this period of time, he did not miss any of the incense that he should wear.

"He has recently been paying attention to the civilian movement. The power of this group of people is spreading in the western states and is on the rise in New Mexico. It poses a certain threat to the Republican Party." Abiot stretched his waist.

He thought of something, and like Sean, he took out a letter from his pocket: "Oh, by the way, he has assigned us another task."

Abiot took a sip of the tea on the table and seemed to feel pretty good about this drink.

"He wants Thiago dead."

While Scott was flipping through the newspaper in his office one day, he suddenly saw a photo of himself and his brother on the table, and he suddenly felt sad.

After much deliberation, he still felt that Chen Jianqiu was the most reliable.

"Does he think of us as Pinkerton?" Chen Jianqiu curled his lips, "Even Pinkerton has no reason to handle cases across borders, right?"

"Where is he now?" Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and asked.

Abiot looked at Wyatt, and Wyatt looked at Asuka.

As a member of the border patrol, Asuka has been tracking this person's whereabouts.

He pointed to a place on the map behind Chen Jianqiu.

"At the "Northern Pass" (Spanish: EI Paso del Norte, present-day Juarez, the name was changed in 1888, and the following text is called Juarez for convenience of description)"