America 1881: Legend of the West

The old clock in the corner of the hall jingled seven times.

The room was filled with incandescent lights that illuminated the room like daylight, but McKinley and Hanna still felt a cool breeze blowing behind them.

Although in the United States, it is normal for people to die in the house.

McKinley had served as a soldier and participated in the Civil War. He had seen scores of soldiers smashed into pulp by artillery shells.

But the problem is that these words come from the mouth of an innocent child who is no more than their waist, and it makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm really sorry. The servant at home has gone back these two days."

Camilla came out with two blue and white tea cups and handed them to the two of them.

She had changed into a Chinese women's dress with wide sleeves, and her hair was tied back.

McKinley gently opened the tea cup, and a refreshing fragrance hit his face.

He and Hanna looked at the polite hostess in front of them, and they couldn't connect her with the female gunman who killed seven gunmen who broke into the house.

What kind of person is this Chen Jianqiu!

The two of them were speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Camilla saw the expressions of the two of them, then glanced at her son with a playful smile, and immediately understood what happened.

She sat on the sofa opposite the two of them and smiled:

"Girls in the West occasionally play with guns. As you know, gentlemen, there are too many bad guys who like to break in. Our habits have not changed during that time."

Once again, McKinley and Hanna realized how shallow their knowledge of the West was as a place.

Xiaopengkun beside him was lying on the sofa boredly, playing with bullet shells and humming a song his father taught him:

"A big river has wide waves. When friends come, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, all he has waiting for him is a shotgun."

McKinley looked at Xiaopengkun, who was picking out bullet casings, and turned to ask Camilla:

"Woman, your child sings the melody of this song really well, but what do the lyrics mean?"

Camilla smiled and shook her head:

"I don't know much about what his father taught him."

"But don't worry, my husband is a very kind man."

The two chatted with Camilla in the living room for a while.

Chen Jianqiu still hasn't come back.

The tea in the tea cup has been brewed for some time, and it has become a little light, but there is still a lingering fragrance.

Hannah glanced at the clock in the corner of the hall.

He stood up:

"Mrs. Chen, I appreciate your tea very much. When Mr. Chen comes back, can you tell us that we have very important things to discuss with him?"

Camilla also stood up, smiled and nodded:

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long. How about you come back tomorrow at noon."

The two were overjoyed and left Chen Jianqiu's house after bidding farewell to the hostess.

Time is a very strange thing.

It can be short or long, especially if you have something to wait for.

For McKinley and Hanna, the evening and half of the morning were difficult.

They went to Chen Jianqiu's house twice yesterday, but did not meet the owner.

If it had been in the past, the old man would not have planned to go for the third time.

A Chinese? Why do you let yourself visit three times in a row?

Even if the emperor of the old Eastern empire or a powerful person named Li came, they would obediently come to see him.

But Morgan had always told them before that they should not treat this person just as a Chinese.

So for the election, the two went to Chen Jianqiu's home at noon the next day.

They were already familiar with this road, so they were much faster than before.

On the way, the two also met the chatty patrolman from yesterday.

The patrolman immediately became happy when he saw the two of them.

Yesterday I was on the morning shift, and today I was on the noon shift, but I actually ran into these two people again.

Are they, like themselves, voluntarily maintaining public order in the community?

Rich people are so interesting.

Just as he was about to speak, Hanna made a silencing gesture to him, and then hurried past him.

The old man thought about it yesterday and found that there must be some reason why he never met Chen Jianqiu, and it was probably related to the chatty patrol officer.

So now he doesn't even want to deal with this unlucky guy who brought him bad luck.

But when they came to Chen Jianqiu's house again, Hanna found that he seemed to be wrong.

The door was still locked tightly, the windows were still covered with curtains, and nothing could be seen inside.

Hannah was so angry that she wanted to pull out the few hairs on her head.

How could I believe that woman's lies?

Who would stay at home at noon?

He lowered his head and circled around the door of the villa, with nowhere to vent his anger.

Then, he saw an old wooden barrel placed in the corner and was about to kick it.

But his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

Hanna looked up and saw that the person holding out his hand was McKinley.

The governor pouted to one side.

The old man looked in the direction of his mouth.

A man with yellow skin, short hair and sparse beard, wearing a black cloth robe and a pair of cloth shoes, with his hands behind his back, was looking at him with interest.

The old man quickly stopped his actions and straightened his clothes.

For him, this was a complete loss of control.

If he hadn't been extremely angry and thought there was no one around, as a decent person, he probably wouldn't have been able to kick a bucket at someone else's door.

"Sir, if you have any objections to my barrel, please let him go for my sake." Chen Jianqiu said cheerfully, with a look of harmlessness on his face, "He has endured too much. too much."

Hanna was a little embarrassed, but his partner had already walked up and held Chen Jianqiu's hand:

"Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is William McKinley, the governor of Ohio. I have also decided to participate in this presidential election. Nice to meet you."

McKinley's innate cross-class affinity was instantly apparent.

It's hard to say no to someone who keeps smiling no matter what the situation.

Chen Jianqiu also held his hand:

"Well, I heard Roosevelt and my wife say that you are looking for me, so I specifically turned down all my work at noon today and stayed at home, waiting for your arrival, but..."

Chen Jianqiu paused for a moment, then pointed to the block not far away:

"Because there was no one at home to cook, I went to the restaurant opposite to have some lunch. I just came back."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, no matter what happens, we will wait here until you come back." McKinley said sincerely.

"Come in and sit down." Chen Jianqiu walked to the door, took out the key, opened the door, and then made an inviting gesture to the two people behind him.

This time, Chen Jianqiu did not let the two people sit in the living room, but took them into a unique-looking room.

There is no table or chairs in this room, only a tea table with an incense burner placed on the tea table.

There were straw mats on the ground and several futons placed on them.

"This is where I meditate."

Chen Jianqiu took off his shoes and stepped onto the straw mat.

He threw a futon to each of the two people behind him, then walked to the stove on the rooftop, picked up a small pot of boiling water and returned to the tea table.

McKinley and Hanna had no such experience.

However, the two of them still did as Chen Jianqiu did, took off their shoes and walked in, placed the futon in their hands opposite the Chinese, and then sat down.

Their attention was quickly attracted by the wooden grid on the entire wall behind Chen Jianqiu.