Walking in the middle of the nineteenth century, Zhu Fugui felt a little like a world away, as if he was watching Chaplin's silent movie.

Narrow layout of the road, flanked by various signboards in English, French and even Russian;

With a bell around his neck and a mule pulling a cart as he walked;

The drunken miner wanted to block the road and ask for pocket money, but was kicked away by Yang Liuyi;

Steam cars with bulky boilers and coal mills, emitting black smoke, polluting the streets, and making rumbling noises, are parked on the side of the road from time to time because of breakdowns;

……

If it weren't for the fact that all of this was only on Walter Street in the center of the town, Zhu Fugui would almost have thought that he was in a city, not a town created by the gold rush.

Looking at the expression of the rock, Zhu Fugui knew that this place was indeed much more prosperous than Seattle.

Merely......

Zhu Fugui covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The taste is too rushed.

The streets stink, the animals and the people stink.

It is hard to imagine that the sanitary conditions in the "city" of this era were even worse than in the countryside.

Donald seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of cityscape.

He looked at the posters of the street shop with interest.

There will be all kinds of business information on it.

It's a Jewish gift.

Who could be a match for the Jews in business?

If Zhu Fugui knew what he thought, he would definitely scoff at him.

In this life, Zhu Fugui's ancestral home is in Fengyang, which is far from the base camp of Hui merchants.

But his birthplace is at the foot of Yandang Mountain, that is, Wenzhou!

As half of Wenzhou, Zhu Dashao will be afraid of you?

Where are you from?

Although my Wenzhou speculation group is far away, it will be fried!

……

After some investigation, Zhu Fugui had an intuitive impression of the scale of Gaishi Town.

Let Donald inquire, Zhu Fugui easily found the only bookstore in town.

This newspaper shop is the property of the town's most famous bar owner, Jaddaton.

The name Gassy is derived from the nickname "Gassy" given to this Jack Deighton.

That's enough to say a lot about his energy on the ground.

However, Zhu Fugui had no intention of going to the Gashi Bar to meet the legend.

In the past, when Zhu Fugui read novels, there was always a protagonist who liked frequent contact with various old foxes, and then relied on his social experience of three-legged cats.

Zhu Fugui doesn't think he has such good luck.

The kidnapping and exploitation of Donald as a Jew is already a big risk.

For other uncontrollable factors, Zhu Fugui's attitude is still better than not seeing each other, just doing business.

As Donald's entourage, Zhu Fugui walked into this humble newspaper.

There are very few newspapers and books here.

But according to Donald:

"These Brits just love to be cultured!"

"We Americans don't buy a bunch of useless books to put on a façade, and of course, magazines with pictures of girls are still very popular."

……

Since it was morning, many townspeople and merchants came here to buy the New British Morning Post.

It is one of the best-selling newspapers in Western Canada.

The colonists who came all the way to pan for gold here could not only learn about the local news, but also the news of their hometown.

Zhu Fugui picked up a copy of the New British Morning Post and looked at the date:

April 29, 1863.

This was the newspaper four days ago.

However, in such a remote place, the timeliness of the news cannot be demanded.

Zhu Fugui flipped through it casually, and there was nothing new about it.

The local news is basically that so-and-so is suspected of discovering Sands, so-and-so company is recruiting workers or buying goods, and so-and-so is attacked by Indians, but the brave sheriff has evicted them.

In terms of international news, in addition to spraying Prussia and Tsarist Russia as usual, a large part of the article is naturally about the civil war of the southern neighbor.

At the end of last year, Commander Lincoln sent his confidant George McClellan, known as the "Little Napoleon", to lead 100,000 Union troops to invade Virginia, hoping to storm Richmond, the capital of the Confederate Union.

However, this "little Napoleon" is clearly underqualified.

His Northern Army was easily defeated by Robert Lee Zicheng and Stonewall Jackson.

The Confederates took the initiative to take the initiative and crossed the Potomac River to the Battle of Maryland, bringing the front to the federal government for the first time.

Lincoln was furious, shouted "George misunderstood me", and then decisively changed the coach.

Chongzhen calls the insider!

This time, the new commander of the Northern Army is Joseph Hooke, who is known as the "warmonger".

During the Seminole War, Hook brutally committed genocide against the Seminole Indians of Florida.

In addition, he participated in the invasion of Mexico ten years ago.

The outcome of the war ended with the surrender of the Mexican government.

They ceded three states, Texas, New Mexico, and California, totaling 2.3 million square kilometers.

Daqing calls the insider!

It can be said that Joseph Hook was indeed a highly successful general.

This time, he was in command, and he was about to launch a spring offensive against the Southern Army.

Almost everyone, including the New British Morning Post, was not optimistic that the Southern Army would be able to perform another miracle.

After all, this time the Northern Army numbered as many as 130,000 and was well-equipped.

The Southern Army numbered only 60,000.

……

"Hey, are you Chinese or Indian? Don't touch my newspaper! ”

I haven't read the newspaper for a long time, and Zhu Fugui was looking at it intently, but he was suddenly interrupted by a rude voice.

An elderly white man with a gloomy face sat up from a recliner behind a bookshelf:

"Fuck off! This is not where you yellow-skinned monkeys should be! ”

"Hey, take care of your servants, don't let them do anything, it's not easy to get these newspapers here!"

"Mr. Gass hates Asians and Indians the most, they are filthy and smelly! Looks like I'm going to have to make a sign that doesn't allow these barbarians to enter! ”

The old white man scolded and drove Zhu Fugui and Donald out.

Especially after hearing Donald's American accent, the old white man's attitude was even worse.

Standing on the street, Zhu Fugui's face sank like water.

Donald said cautiously: "Don't be like these arrogant Brits, Your Majesty the Emperor, do you think we should go shopping again?" ”

"No need."

Zhu Fugui clapped his hands, and Rock and Yang Liu walked out of the shadows on the street corner.

"Naygut!"

Zhu Fugui explained to Yang Liu, then glanced at the signboard of "Gaishi", turned around and walked towards the guest room.

At about ten o'clock that night, the tranquility of the night in Gaishtown was suddenly shattered by a burst of fire.

Donald was yawning when he was pulled by Zhu Fugui to play poker.

He lacks interest in poker without a jackpot.

But......