Chapter 211

San Francisco, south end of Duban street.

"Mr. Li, this is Chinatown." Zhang yuanzang pointed to the street in front of him, his face a little complicated.

He lives here. Can he not belong here?

Just about the memories here, there is no warmth and memories, only suffering and pain, barren life pressure people can't breathe.

The street is paved with square bricks, with various tables on both sides, or peddlers with cloth on the ground.

Looking up, you can see all the signs written in Chinese, which makes you feel very kind.

Crossing the asphalt road and stepping on the brick street, a strong sense of history is coming, as if he is in another world again.

"Don't follow." Let the bodyguard stay outside to wait for himself, but the little elk pretended not to hear, and Li Zitao didn't see it.

"How many compatriots do we have now?" Looking around with awe and curiosity, Li Zitao showed a kind smile.

"About 20000." Zhang yuanzang said with him.

"So much?" Li Zitao was a little surprised.

"More than ten years ago, there were not so many people who were sold here to look for gold, but there were only a thousand people who paved the railway. Later, they didn't marry and gave birth to children, and the cubs got married again.

in addition, some idiots in China wanted to come here to make a fortune. They felt that the place was full of gold, hehe..."

Speaking of this, Zhang yuanzang couldn't help laughing and shaking his head. Isn't he one of those idiots?

At the beginning, how could he believe those people's words with all his heart!

"San Francisco, it's full of gold. Just pick up a piece and you'll be a big landlord there."

As soon as his head was hot, Zhang yuanzang, who was not enough to eat at home, patted his head and embarked on a journey of smuggling.

Riding the wind and waves, no, it's vagrant. During the long sea voyage, more than a dozen fellow villagers died, and their bodies were directly thrown into the sea for the sake of sharks.

A man wanted to take back his mother-in-law's body and let the crew shoot him with a shotgun.

That chest with iron sand smashed through like, keep out of the blood, with meat foam inside, like a child's New Year stamp broken dumpling stuffing.

Finally came to San Francisco, where gold's paradise was everywhere. Without seeing it, a group of people were chased around by white skinners.

At the beginning, he thought they were officers and soldiers, but now Zhang yuanzang knows that these people are human traffickers. They are arrested to sell them to mining and railway companies.

Some people were arrested, some were killed, because Zhang yuanzang, who was hiding, heard several gunshots and screams.

He was very lucky. He broke into Chinatown and recovered his life with the help of his compatriots.

All the way, I've been eating moldy food that the crew don't want. It's hard to be humanoid.

If it wasn't for Zhang yuanzang, he would have belonged to half a boy. He was still in good health. He was afraid that he would not be able to reach the shore. He would have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

This flash, 12 years later, he is also a half year old boy, relying on a little bit of cleverness and tact, but do not have to worry about living.

But other, also can only think in the dream.

For them, dreaming is the happiest thing in their life. When they lie down in bed and close their eyes, they have everything they want.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang." Suddenly, he raised his voice and finally called Zhang Yuan back.

"Scream, scream, scream, please." Looking at the middle-aged man wrapped in a cotton padded jacket in front of him, Zhang yuanzang murmured unwillingly.

"Hey, you are daydreaming. The one who came with you has already left. You are still standing here and saying, what kind of dream have you had? Do you have any gold?"

The other side is not angry, hands crossed in the sleeve, happy asked.

"What?" Looking back, Li Zitao beside him was really gone. Zhang Yuan hid a ghost and said, "Oh, Hello, my noble man!"

With that, saya ran forward.

"Noble? The Qing Dynasty is gone. Where did you come from? Besides, she is a woman The middle-aged man in the big coat shrunk his neck and mumbled back to the meat stall, waiting for the customers who came to buy meat.

Li Zitao has reached the intersection of metropolis Street and California street, which is also the center of Chinatown.

Chinese people with crutches, suits and top hat can be seen everywhere.

Cloth shoes, white stockings, trousers and long shirts are also everywhere.

Between the two is like an invisible wall, living on the same plane, but there is little communication.

There are also stalls selling Chinese and spring noodles on the street, with white cloth hanging on the top of the head and tied to the nails in the corner of the wall. Two bamboo poles are pulled and measured, and the other is propped up to the outside. Below are the charcoal stove, the square table and the small Mazar.

Li Zitao came interested, sat on the pony and said, "Auntie, two bowls of Yangchun noodles."

"Good class!" The old lady who was busy with her work also said something.But the little girl who helped on the stall looked at him curiously. The elk beside him was very attractive.

The foreigners who come to Chinatown can't be seen any more these days except for the agents who occasionally recruit.

As for those who come with Chinese, it is even more rare.

Being looked at by the surrounding diners and monkeys, the little elk did not notice at all.

Beautiful eyebrows bent into crescent, with the palm of his hand holding chopsticks, watching the cooking pot with relish, authentic eating performance.

"Here comes the noodles. Enjoy yourself." Clear soup, white flour, sprinkled with two or three leaf rice size of scallion, next to two vegetables.

Picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. The noodles were smooth and q-shaped, and the taste was very light.

It's OK to eat occasionally. If you eat it often, you have to fade out of your mouth. It's not as delicious as described in the novel.

"Boss, is there a fork here?" After half a day's work, the little elk did not pick up a noodle.

Want to use chopsticks as a stick to roll up, but found that the noodles are too thin and slippery, can not roll up at all, eager to eat goods keep swallowing.

"Open your mouth." Pick up a chopsticks noodles, Li Zitao directly into her mouth.

The little Elk's face immediately showed a satisfied smile, and her beautiful big eyes had narrowed into a slit.

Looking back, I suddenly found that all the diners around were staring at him like hell.

"Didn't you just feed the foreign lady some noodles?" Thinking of the occasional singles night in District 22, Li Zitao felt that he should take them to experience.

At the party, tall white hot girls will willingly follow you as long as they look at each other.

I don't know how many bachelors have tried to capture the pleasure of America.

As far as Li Zitao knows, Wang Dagou has always been the most popular male guest at the party. Who made his gun match with a large caliber and was also generous!

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