January 27, fine.

The Seattle Weekly called the celebration of the march the day before yesterday a "savage, shameless, disgusting mass." When the newspaper was delivered to the turtledove, the blood wolf had cleared Seattle's good news.

It seems that this is the last issue of the Seattle Weekly.

Turtledove handed the newspaper to little Andre and told him to study hard.

At that parade two days ago, Ikaruga dared to pat his chest and assure that it was definitely the most orderly and rational parade he had participated in since he had crossed.

People lined up in large and small squares, under the command of the eight-colored banners, and methodically passed through the walls of the White Rock Castle. Such a scene, if it were three years ago, no, even three months ago, the turtledove could not have imagined.

He still remembers that when he first came to this world, in order to make a queue of more than 10 people, he had to break three sticks to make the trip.

But now, with the march of tens of thousands of people, they can actually line up in a square!

It's a leap forward.

Not only does it look good on the surface, but it also means that the bureaucratic system that patches up the cracks in White Rock City can finally penetrate the power into the grassroots.

The Union of Indians is not only a passionate slogan, but also a solid organization!

To put it a little higher, the so-called 'cangli knows etiquette', and in the past 300 years, the Indians, who have been abandoned and hated by the white world, have finally taken a step towards righteousness.

Whites always say that the Indians are ignorant and barbaric. But think about it, how can a group of people who can't even eat enough to eat all day and can only hide in Tibet to survive, how can they be as polite as a white gentleman?

No one likes to dance hula to tourists hungry and unclothed, everyone prefers to eat with a round belly and dress like a dog to talk about love and peace.

If I could, Ikaruga would like to have the whole world take a look.

Let them come and see the progress of the Indians!

Let them come and see the enthusiasm of the Indians!

For this celebration, Kakaruga invited almost every newspaper in the surrounding area. He doesn't expect to be able to quench his hatred anytime soon, but he wants to take the opportunity to keep at least one window open.

As a result, none of the newspapers reported positively.

Their eyes were on the corpses on the banks of the river, the vultures in the sky, the soot under the walls, and the old men emaciated and deformed from hunger...... That's what they're interested in.

Window?

They saw, and through this window, they saw only what they wanted to see:

A poor, savage, chaotic Indian tribal punk!

……

Turtledove's lunch is a tortilla with chili sauce and steak. The steak is grilled a little bit, because the chef doesn't make it often, and the craftsmanship is a bit poor.

When the turtle dove entered the 'restaurant', he found that the Lolchen-Loach was already waiting there. It was a makeshift storage room, and now he had the word 'restaurant' on his door.

I haven't seen it for three years, and the loach has become fatter, and it is almost a pufferfish.

Seeing the turtledove come in, the loach hurriedly stretched out its chubby little short hand and greeted it, "Turtledove!" It's such a pleasure to meet you! ”

"Sit down, you......'re welcome," said the turtledove, taking the loach's hand and bringing him to the table, telling him to pull the chair away so that the chubby loach could sit down.

Then he personally cut a black steak for him.

"What, loach, why did you suddenly remember to come to see my old friend?" Turtledove asked.

The loach was a little nervous, and after chewing the steak twice in his mouth, he swallowed it with a grunt, drank another sip of water, and replied: "Actually, I have wanted to see you all these years, but I feel that it is not worth delaying your time in this matter, you have too many things to do, and it is too important." ”

"Haha, loach, you don't have to see me like this, just come to me directly for anything in the future, we have been friends for many years!" "Of course," said the turtledove, "you have to discuss with Peso first, and what I want to do every day now is arranged for me by Peso." ”

"Haha!" Loach laughed, looked at Peso standing next to him, and said, "Brother Peso is getting more and more handsome!" ”。

Peso pretended to laugh, looked at his watch, and said, "Mr. Lorchen-Loach, your lunch time is only half an hour, and Turtledove needs to attend an important meeting later......"

"Look, look!" The turtledove pointed to the peso and said to the loach, "I am under his control!" ”

The loach laughed, then suddenly closed up and whispered, "Then I'll just say it?" ”

"Let's get straight to the point!" The turtledove replied with some disapproval.

He thought that if Loach was looking for some kind of official position, he would have to teach him a good lesson, so that he could understand that the Indian Union was not the same as the white federal country in the east, and that the rich had to be reasonable!

……

"I think we should send troops right now and take Denver!" Lorchen-Loach said.

The turtledove's eyelids twitched, and he munched heavily to hide his dissatisfaction.

Has capital, from the first day of its birth, been so unruly?

Does White Rock City's plan to use troops listen to a businessman?

Or does the Lorchen-Loach in front of him think he has enough power to entrap the Indian Alliance?

"Tell me!" Turtledove said surgingly.

When Lorchen-Loach was talking, he was actually observing the turtledove. As the turtledove chewed quietly, beads of sweat appeared on the loach's forehead, but he didn't notice it.

It wasn't until the turtledove finally spoke that he was relieved.

"On January 19, the night of Livingston's victory, the dollar-to-gold ratio climbed rapidly from 1.5 to 2, and the next day, January 20, the ratio continued to climb, peaking at 2.5, then falling back and down, and stabilizing to around 1.9......"

The loach kept observing the turtledove's expression, and after quickly finishing this string of data, he continued:

“…… This means that if it were denominated in gold, the wealth of the American Federation would have shrunk by 30% immediately after the First World War in Livingston! Icartodove, defeating 30% of the enemy's strength in one battle is simply an unprecedented victory! Even if you look at the whole world, this battle should be in the annals of history and will be remembered for eternity! You are definitely a hero of this era! ”

“…… New York is in shambles, even the Vanderbilt family is selling dollars for pounds, rye bread has risen overnight to the point that ordinary people can no longer afford it, and the prisons in Philadelphia are full of all kinds of hoarders, who are actually honest businessmen, they just no longer want to exchange dollars for gold at the official rate! ”

“…… All over the East Coast, from Boston to Florida, everyone is craned their necks and shouted: Oh gold! Gold! It's like a hungry little baby calling her mother, heart-rending and heartbreaking! ”