San Francisco (San Francisco), the southern end of Tuban Street.

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

That's where he lives, can he not belong here?

It's just memories of this place, there is no warmth and memories, only suffering and pain, and the barren life is overwhelming.

The streets are paved with bricks, lined with tables of all kinds, or small vendors who spread cloth on the floor.

When I looked up, I saw that all the signboards were written in Chinese, which made me feel very friendly.

Stepping over the asphalt pavement and stepping on the brick-paved street, a strong sense of history greeted him, as if he was in another world again.

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

"How many compatriots do we have now?" Looking at the curious and awe-inspiring eyes around him, Li Zitao showed a kind smile.

"About 20,000. Zhang Yuanzang said next to him.

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

"More than ten years ago, I was sold here to pan for gold, and there were not so many people who paved the railway, so there were thousands of people, and then this did not get married and have children, and the cubs got married again.

In addition, there are some fools in the country who want to come here to make a fortune, and they feel that this place is full of gold, hehe......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuanzang couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, isn't he one of those fools?

In the first place, how could he believe what those people said!

"San Francisco, there's gold everywhere, just pick up a piece and you'll be a big landowner there. ”

As soon as his head was hot, Zhang Yuanzang, who couldn't eat enough at home, patted his head and embarked on a smuggling trip.

Riding the wind and waves, no, it is a wandering, during the long sea voyage, more than a dozen of the villagers who came together died, and the corpses were thrown directly into the sea for sharks.

A man tried to retrieve his mother-in-law's body, and the crew shot her to death with a shotgun.

The chest cavity seemed to have been smashed through by iron sand, and blood kept gushing out, and the blood was accompanied by meat foam, just like the dumpling filling that was stomped on during the Chinese New Year when I was a child.

finally got to San Francisco, and I didn't see the paradise full of gold, and a group of people were chased by white-skinned guys and ran around.

At first, he didn't know, he thought they were officers and soldiers, but now Zhang Yuanzang knows that those people are human traffickers, and they are arrested in order to sell them to mines and railway companies.

Some people were arrested, some were killed, because Zhang Yuanzang, who was hiding, heard several gunshots and the sound of people screaming.

He was quite lucky, groping for himself to break into Chinatown and pick up his life with the help of his compatriots.

Along the way, he slept in the open, ate moldy food that the crew didn't want, and was able to land alive, and he was really out of shape.

If it weren't for Zhang Yuanzang, who would have been half a child, and his body was quite strong, he was afraid that he would not have been able to reach the shore on the day, so he would have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

This time, 12 years have passed, and he, a half-grown son, has also reached the age of establishment, relying on a little cleverness and tactfulness, but he doesn't have to worry about his livelihood.

But the rest can only be thought about in dreams.

For these people, dreaming is the happiest thing in this life, lying on the bed, closing their eyes, and having everything they want.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang. The suddenly raised voice finally called Zhang Yuanzang back.

"Scream, scream, soul, light. Looking at the middle-aged man wrapped in a padded jacket in front of him, Zhang Yuanzang muttered unhappily.

"Hey, you're daydreaming, the one who came with you is gone, you're still standing here, tell me, what are you dreaming about, is there any gold?"

The other party was not annoyed, crossed his hands in his sleeves, and asked happily.

"What?" Looking back, Li Zitao beside him was really gone, and Zhang Yuan hid the ghost and shouted: "Ouch, hey, my nobleman!"

After saying that, the girl ran forward.

"Nobleman, this Qing Dynasty is gone, where did the nobleman come from, besides, this nobleman is a woman!" The middle-aged man in the big coat shrunk his neck and muttered back to the meat stall, waiting for the guests who came to buy meat.

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

Chinese on crutches, in suits, and in top hats can be seen everywhere.

Chinese people with cloth shoes, white socks, trousers, and long shirts can also be seen everywhere.

It's like an invisible wall between the two, living on the same plane, but rarely communicating.

There are also stalls selling Tang people and Yangchun noodles on the side of the street, with white cloth hanging on the top of their heads, tied to nails in the corner of the wall on one side, two bamboo poles pulling and measuring one end to support the other, and below is the charcoal stove, the square table and the small Mazha.

Li Zitao became interested, sat on the small horse and said, "Auntie, come here for two bowls of Yangchun noodles." ”

"Good class!" said the eldest lady who was busy without replying.

The little girl who was helping at the stall looked at him with some curiosity, and the little elk beside him was very eye-catching.

Foreigners who come to Chinatown are no longer seen except for the occasional recruitment of intermediaries these days.

As for those who came with the Chinese, it was even rarer.

The diners around him looked at him like monkeys, but the little elk didn't notice it at all.

The beautiful eyebrows are bent into crescents, and the chopsticks are pinched in the palm of the hand, looking at the pot where the noodles are cooked with relish, the performance of an authentic foodie.

"The noodles are here, and the two of you use them slowly. "Clear soup, white noodles, sprinkled with green onions the size of two or three rice grains, and two green vegetables floating next to it.

I picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, the noodles were smooth and smooth, and the taste was very light.

It's okay to eat occasionally, but if you eat it often, you have to fade out of your mouth, and it doesn't taste as described.

"Boss, is there a fork here?" After a long day's work, the little elk didn't pick up a single noodle.

I wanted to use chopsticks as a stick to roll up, but found that the noodles were too thin and slippery to roll at all, and the anxious foodie kept swallowing saliva.

"Open your mouth. Picking up a pair of chopsticks and noodles, Li Zitao stuffed it directly into her mouth.

A satisfied smile immediately appeared on the little elk's face, and the big beautiful eyes had narrowed into a slit.

When he looked back, he suddenly saw that the diners around him were staring at him with wide eyes as if they were ghosts.

"Didn't you just feed the foreign lady a mouthful of noodles?" Thinking of the occasional single night held in District 22, Li Zitao felt that he should take them to see and learn.

The tall white babes at the party will willingly follow you as long as they look at each other.

I don't know how many bachelors have tried the thrill of conquering America.

As far as Li Zitao knows, Wang Dagou has always been the most popular male guest at the party, who made his gun large-caliber and generous!