() Chapter 217 Shiquan Town Tragedy

'Bang bang ......!'

Yang Laohan gently knocked his cigarette pouch pot on the stone next to him, and after cleaning up the burned cigarette ash, he carefully took out a small handful of broken tobacco from his cigarette pouch, put it back into his cigarette pouch pot, took out a match and lit it, and quickly inhaled a few puffs from the cigarette holder, and after a gentle sigh of relief, he experienced the comfort of the light green smoke entering the chest cavity from the throat, Yang Laohan couldn't help but squint a pair of old eyes, and the old face full of ravines and ravines couldn't help but reveal a look of enjoyment！

After a full minute, the old man opened his eyes, and after a few puffs, a handful of tobacco had burned out in a short time! Looking at the cloth bag that had dried up a lot, although Yang Laohan wanted to smoke a few more puffs of cigarettes, but after struggling in his heart, he still sighed, and carefully put away the old smoking gun that had been with him for more than 30 years!

Although there are not many tobacco shreds, and the quality of the tobacco is also the worst smoke foam, this has been bought back by Yang Laohan with only the little money left except for eating and drinking! Although it is only less than one or two, this is his three-month supply!

Sighing, looking at the rì head that had already risen high in the east, Yang Laohan couldn't help but sigh deeply! As an old Chinese worker, he has been in Citigroup for more than 20 years! He has built railways, dug gold mines, and done almost all kinds of dirty work, but after more than 20 years, apart from being branded with injuries and illnesses, he has not gained much wealth! Now he really misses the old days in the Qing Dynasty. Although it was very hard, and it was often exploited by the landlord. But at least I can barely get enough food and clothing, and there is no danger to my life, which is like being humiliated in a foreign country now!

Thinking of this, Yang Laohan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he knew that he was destined to never return to his hometown in this life! He was already old and frail, living in a simple rotten wooden house that leaked everywhere, and he couldn't afford to buy the expensive ferry ticket to return to China by weaving baskets for people to maintain his basic life!

"Grandpa, I'll send this bamboo basket to Uncle Li!" A thin boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in shabby clothes full of patches, trotted out of the wooden house, grabbed six bamboo baskets stacked together next to him, and said to the old man with a smile!

"Well, let's go! Remember to come back early!" Looking at the boy's back, the old man's eyes couldn't help but reveal a strong sense of love! This child who he picked up by the railway has become the sustenance of Yang Laohan to live, and he has been lonely all his life, and he has such a sensible and filial grandson, Yang Laohan has no regrets!

Stone Springs is a small town located in southern California, United States. However, because of the flat terrain and fertile land, the population here is quite large, more than 2,000 people, and this town is not small in the sparsely populated western United States! The white people who came to the western United States in the early 80s were basically gold diggers, and they were all unruly adventurers! They didn't have much ability, and of course they didn't know how to farm! Therefore, more than 60 or 70 percent of the population living in Shiquan Town were Chinese, and apart from some people of Mexican descent, there were less than 100 white people in the town! Basically, except for some officials and security officers appointed by the state of California in the United States. And not many whites settled here!

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li! This is the bamboo basket you want. My grandfather has already made them up, and asked me to send them to you today!" Yang Niandong put down the bamboo basket in his hand, wiped the sweat on his head, and then said to the middle-aged strong man who was squatting in front of the door to rest the farm tools!

"Well, put it there! I'll give you the money later, let's drink saliva first, rest for a while, and then go back!" The middle-aged man put down the hoe in his hand, stood up, and said with a smile! Because everyone is of the same race and race, and they are deep in a foreign country, they are also relatively united with each other, and their relationship with each other is also relatively close! Therefore, Yang Niandong did not shirk, walked straight to the side of the water tank, and scooped a bowl of water from the jar with a broken porcelain bowl, and drank it happily, seeing that he was really thirsty!

"Uncle Li, ...... are you?" Looking at the five or six large and small packages in the room, Yang Niandong couldn't help but ask with some astonishment.

"Alas, Niandong, I'm leaving here tomorrow!" patted him on the shoulder, and the middle-aged man looked at this place where he had lived for five or six years with some emotion, and his eyes flashed with a deep reluctance! Since he came to the United States in his twenties, more than ten years have passed, and he also has a hairy young man who has become a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes, and now he doesn't even have a wife, he is tired of this life, he desperately wants to return to his homeland, but he will never earn his own ticket home in the land of the Americans for a lifetime!

"Uncle Li, do you want to go back to the Qing Dynasty?" Yang Niandong asked with some surprise, although he was born in the United States, he also knew that these longings, including his grandfather, were yearning to go home, but seeing his grandfather naming him Niandong, he could understand the old man's longing for his hometown!

After listening to his words, the middle-aged man's face involuntarily revealed a strong yearning, but then he shook his head with a wry smile, "No, it's going to a country called Canada in the north of the United States!"

"Canada?"

"Well! Although our Shiquan Town is too far south and the news is not too well-informed, I have also heard that many Chinese workers like us have already gone to Canada! I heard that they are living well, so I also want to go there! Otherwise, we will never earn a ticket to return home in this place!" asked the middle-aged man Sè with some complications!

"Niandong, why don't you go with me! Let's have a good idea on the road! Otherwise, we will always be oppressed by the whites here, and we will never have a good life at all!" In the past few years, the Chinese people in the United States have become more and more miserable, and they can't help but be exploited by the United States, and even their lives have been lost.

"Uncle Li. I'm going back to discuss it with my grandfather!" Yang Niandong pondered for a while, and then replied calmly! Although Yang Niandong is not yet fifteen years old this year, the hard life has sharpened his mind and matured, except for the age limit, there is still a gap in experience, and he is not much inferior to an adult!

"Well, then you should go back quickly!" said the middle-aged man who took out a large poster from his room, and from the deep creases on it, and the yellowed paper, it could be seen that the poster had been tossed and turned by many people!

"Read this to your grandfather, and he will know what to do when the time comes!" said the middle-aged man and stuffed the poster in his hand into Yang Niandong's hand!

Yang Laohan studied in a private school for several years when he was a child. Therefore, he is also literate, but when he is older, his eyes are no longer too good, but fortunately, Yang Niandong has been reading and reading with Yang Laohan since he was a child, so it is not too difficult to read this poster!

"I know, Uncle Li!"

Looking at the figure of the young man leaving in a hurry, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh deeply. There was a hint of longing in his eyes, and he remembered that the poster said that he had twenty acres of land per person, five taels of silver for settling in, and the superior conditions of exempting the whole journey fee, he was already a little impatient in his heart! Even after arriving in Canada, the above conditions could only be achieved halfway. That's much better than living here and being oppressed by foreigners, and living in a precarious life!

"Bell ......!"

Hearing this loud bell, the middle-aged man was stunned, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and he didn't understand this time. What did the foreigner do when he rang the bell again to summon everyone! Shaking his head, the middle-aged man ignored the bell. Tomorrow I will leave here! The Americans have nothing to do with themselves!

Looking at the crowd that had gathered, Scott's face couldn't help but show a sense of pride, as a gold digger, although he did not find a gold mine in the gold panning cháo in California and became a rich man, but now as the director of the Jǐng Investigation Bureau in Shiquan Town, he has a fixed salary every day, and he also has a good power, this kind of life has made Scott very satisfied! You must know that before he came to the west to pan for gold, he was just a homeless man in the eastern city of New York!

Seeing that the people were almost coming, Scott stood up and touched the two revolvers on his waist!

"I summoned you here today because I have a very important matter to inform you!" Scott's words paused, slowly glanced at the crowd below, and after a greedy smile with a hint of mockery on his lips, he suddenly said loudly: "In the future, the agricultural tax in Shiquan Town will increase by two percent!"

"What? up two percent, then how can we live!"

"Yes, we didn't have much left in the first place, and now in a year, eighty percent will be handed over to them, so what else will we eat?"

"I look at foreigners to see that we Chinese are easy to bully, and every time the tax is raised, we are the target!"

"Alas, people are under the eaves, and they have to bow their heads!"

The town of Shiquan is mainly agricultural, and the few limited shops and restaurants are also run by whites, and almost more than 95% of the Chinese are farmers, so this agricultural tax is obviously aimed at them!

"What are you arguing about, what are you arguing about! You bunch of yellow-skinned pigs! This is the United States, not your dirty and backward Qing Dynasty! It's already good to let your bunch of pigs live here, don't you still want to resist taxes!" Saying this, Scott pulled out the pistol on his waist, ignored the angry eyes around him, and said with a mocking look on his face.

"This tax hike is too much, we can't accept such conditions!" At this moment, an old man wearing a long robe, with an air of elegance and gray hair walked out! His name is Huang Yaozhong, he is a Langzhong, because he offended people in the Qing Dynasty, so he was bought as a piglet, and came to the United States. Because the United States does not allow Chinese workers to enter the hospital, everyone usually comes to him when they have a minor illness or disaster, so Huang Yaozhong is very prestigious in this Shiquan Town!

"No!" Scott smirked, pulled out his pistol, and fired a bullet full of sin with a 'snap'! He was worried that he couldn't find a bird to deter these Chinese workers from paying their taxes obediently! The yellow pig hit the muzzle of his gun!

Hearing the gunshots, the originally boiling crowd suddenly fell silent!

"The foreigner beat Dr. Huang to death!"

"These bastards know that we should pay taxes, and now they have killed Dr. Huang, they don't want us to live!"

Almost all the Chinese in the town have received Huang Yaozhong's favor, and they usually receive very little money for medical treatment, and everyone is grateful for his kindness! Now they have been beaten to death by foreigners in such an unclear way, and coupled with the tax increase policy just announced, the anger in everyone's hearts can no longer be suppressed!

Looking at the crowd that began to boil, a trace of fear flashed in Scott's eyes, there were less than fifty jǐng people around him, and the Chinese workers below were already more than a thousand, this strong contrast caused Scott to lose his usual calm in his heart!

Although he wanted to use the gun in his hand to calm the chaos in front of him, it was obvious that his idea was wrong! The sound of gunfire and death did not bring fear, but ignited the long-suppressed anger of the Chinese workers!

"Shoot him!"

"Kill him and avenge Dr. Huang!"

The angry crowd rushed to the high platform, and surrounded Scott is a punch and kick, and at this time, the white man next to him, Jǐngcha, was also affected by the pond fish, and was surrounded on the high platform and beat the head of the rat!

"This idiot!" Hans, the mayor of Stone Springs, scolded in a low voice as he looked at the chaotic situation not far away.

"Go, bring the National Guards, and say that there is a Chinese riot in our Shiquan Town, and ask them to send troops to suppress it!"

"Yes, Mayor Mare!"

Originally, Hans wanted to collect some more money to bribe his boss and pave the way for his transfer to the wealthy areas of the east as an official, but he didn't expect to be smashed by Scott, a fool!

Three days later, the historic tragedy in the town of Shiquan, California, broke out! After the shooting, the American National Guard caused more than 200 Chinese workers to be killed and wounded, and the entire town of Shiquan calmed down!

If there was no Huo Jiajun led by Huo Shan, then the Shiquan Town tragedy would soon be drowned in the dust of history, and no one would avenge the more than 200 Chinese workers, but now it is different!