No one can say how many Chinese live in the Americas, but it can be seen from the official information recorded in Macau. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the Opium War, Spain imported a large number of Chinese laborers through Macao for the development of Cuba in South America, from the Opium War in 1840 to the ban on the "coolie trade" in Macao in 1874, tens of thousands of Chinese laborers were shipped to Latin America every year, and the official data is that the number of Chinese laborers shipped to Cuba was 114081.

This is only the official number, and no one can say exactly how much is not recorded.

The fate of these Chinese laborers was extremely miserable, their living conditions were extremely harsh, the work they engaged in was extremely difficult, and they were cruelly abused and oppressed by the Spanish colonizers, and by 1874, only 58,400 of the more than 100,000 people remained.

The same is true of Chinese workers in the United States, where the United States employed more than 15,000 Chinese laborers when it built the Pacific Railroad, and there were 50,000 in California alone, 90 percent of whom were young men, and about 150,000 Chinese living in the United States.

Although there are many Chinese in the United States, the person in front of him is the first Chinese Li Mu has encountered.

"Find a carriage and take it to the hospital." Li Mu was so anxious that he didn't know how serious the injuries of the people on the ground were, so he should be sent to the hospital first.

"Don't-don't-don't-" The man on the ground didn't die, and when he heard Li Mu's words, the man on the ground said intermittently.

"You're seriously injured—" Li Mu carefully lifted the man on the ground, ignoring the blood stains on the man's face, and half-knelt on the ground and held the man's head in his arms.

Chad took out the kettle he had brought with him, brought it to the man's mouth, and fed it a few sips.

"Lao Tzu told you to run-let you run-" Yan Hu's scolding voice came from a distance, and it seemed that Yan Hu had already grabbed the guy who was pulling the pigtails and was venting his anger on the side.

Li Mu didn't care about the person's life or death, he just reminded him loudly, "Be quiet", and then the angry scolding stopped coming, only a dull kicking sound came.

"I-I'm fine-" The person in Li Mu's arms took a few breaths, and was a little excited when he saw the police badge on Li Mu's hat clearly, and when he saw Li Mu's face clearly, he calmed down again: "You-are from the Qing Dynasty?" ”

This person speaks Chinese, and it is also a northern language, it seems to be an accent from the Nanzhili area, Li Mu also replied in Chinese: "Yes, I am from the Qing Dynasty-"

Although Li Mu doesn't like the words "Qing people", no matter whether Li Mu wants to admit it or not, at this time, "Qing people" are the representatives of the Chinese, Li Mu doesn't want to explain the difference between "Qing people" and "China" at this time, and it is only right to let the person in his arms stabilize first.

"At home—how?" A few simple words suddenly made Li Mu's nose sour.

"Home" is really of special significance for the Chinese, the family composed of two like-minded people is "home", and a village or even a township is "home" when they go out.

"It's not good-" Li Mu didn't want to talk more about the Qing Empire, so he simply fooled the past and faced the reality: "Why are you here?" Why did those people hit you? ”

The man on the ground struggled to sit up, then wiped the blood from his face, and said hatefully, "I'm a worker in the Springfield Arsenal, and today is the day of paycheck, and these people know that I am paid today, and they are waiting for me here—"

"Your salary, two dollars?" Li Mu was very surprised, the workers in the arsenal, it is said that they should be high-tech and high-value-added, only two dollars a month, which is too little.

"Weekly salary - foreigners keep our salaries low, and when we do the same work, our weekly salaries are one or two dollars, but foreigners' weekly salaries are three or four or even more, no way." The man looked a little ashamed of himself, sitting on the ground with his head buried in his knees, and his voice was a little dull.

"What do you do? What's your name? Li Mu said.

Li Mu is also going to open a factory, if possible, Li Mu will only use Chinese, Americans are not engaged in racial discrimination, then we will be against discrimination.

Although he has lived in the United States for a long time, when the man on the ground heard Li Mu's question, he still stood up against the wall with difficulty, first tidied up his clothes, then combed his hair, and carefully wiped his face with his sleeve, and then bowed to Li Mu and said: "Zhang Leye is in Xiazhili, and he is currently working as a lathe worker in the Springfield Arsenal. ”

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Hearing this word in the United States is really inconsistent.

However, Li Mu only felt cordial when he heard this word now, and Li Mu also bowed his hand: "Songjiang Li Mu." ”

Li Mu didn't know where his body was, but he heard that it was a ship in Shanghai, so it should be Songjiang's.

Zhang Leye looks a lot older than Li Mu, and now he is almost in his thirties, but people in these years are generally old, and Li Mu can't determine Zhang Leye's age, so he has to be so vague.

"Hello Mr. Li-" Zhang Leye bowed his hand again.

"God, do you always have so many rules when you meet?" Chad can't understand Chinese, but he can still understand his movements, Zhang Leye is a little grateful to Li Mutai, and this kind of communication method of one sentence and one hand directly looks stupid to Chad.

"Chard, I'm sorry, can I trouble you to get some water." Only then did Li Mu remember that there was another person next to him.

Chad suddenly exclaimed after hearing this, and instead of getting water first, he reported to Will first.

At this time, Yan Hu was probably out of breath, panting and dragging a person over, and threw it directly in the corner.

The man was lying motionless on the ground, looking much worse than Zhang Leye just now.

"Are you dead?" Li Mu is not merciful at this time, as long as he does not commit it in the hands of Li Mu, Li Mu is also harmless to humans and animals, but as long as he offends Li Mu, Li Mu has always put people to death.

"It's not dead-" Yan Hu's voice was indescribably cheerful, without the slightest embarrassment of being strong and weak: "But it's also fast." ”

Embarrassed, when these foreigners punched and kicked Zhang Leye just now, I didn't see these foreigners embarrassed.

At this time, Zhang Leye noticed the blood stain on Li Mu's chest, Li Mu wears clean clothes every day, and the red blood stains on the khaki shirt are very conspicuous, which makes Zhang Leye very uneasy, and he wants to invite Li Mu to sit at home, but he is afraid that the family will treat the distinguished guests slowly, so he is very entangled.

"Who is this?" Li Mu pointed to the guy in the corner who didn't know life and death and asked Zhang Leye.

"A splash, these people bully men and women and do all kinds of evil, and they treat us Qingguo people especially fiercely." Zhang Leye gritted his teeth, looking at it like this, he couldn't wait to put it to death and hurry up.

"Hmm-" Li Mu didn't talk nonsense, glanced at Yan Hu, and then said to Zhang Leye Zhengse: "Do you recognize a person named Tamara, I have something to do with her." ”

"Yes, I'll take you." Zhang Leye did not shirk, this would have regarded Li Mu as his own.

Well, overseas, all Chinese are their own people.