Chen Jianqiu and Browning walked together in the direction of the town.

Roswell New Town, with the efforts of Chen Jianqiu and many Chinese workers, has begun to take shape.

The position of Mayor is still vacant and remains under the jurisdiction of Lincolnshire.

But everyone knows who to listen to in this town.

Chen Jianqiu has never refused to settle here from people other than Chinese.

He asked people to make a big sign in the stone fortress and the town entrance with iron sheets, and wrote a few big characters in Chinese, English, and Spanish:

The first sign: Welcome to Roswell.

The second sign: Roswell, where the dream begins.

However, it's so remote that there are no good pastures, newly cultivated farmland, and it doesn't look very good, except for the sand.

With the exception of businessmen, most of those who remained were employees of the refinery.

However, every employee who joins the Roswell refinery is rigorously interviewed.

They must have a certain level of professional competence and identity, and be able to accept the company of Chinese workers and other people of color.

Of course, the corresponding treatment is also very good.

Chen Jianqiu and Browning walked along the town's road, and they passed a small courtyard.

The courtyard doesn't look very large, and the walls are relatively simple, with a layer of white plaster on the adobe walls, but the buildings inside still look quite exquisite.

This is an upgraded version of the original "Square Lecture Hall" - Roswell Adult Night School.

Chen Jianqiu is not short of grassroots employees in the refinery.

With the exception of a small number of whites and Mexicans who passed the interview, the vast majority were Chinese workers.

Under the guidance of Zhang Danian, more and more Chinese workers have come here.

These people live life to the fullest.

In the factory, there are three shifts, and workers work in the refinery or test fields on weekdays.

When he was not in class on weekdays, 135 received trilingual education at Roswell's newly established school; 246 practiced guns at the shooting range.

Weekend group exercises, out of the exercises.

After class, there is an exam, and the results of the exam are linked to the salary.

Mr. Holmes, the original lecturer of the "Square Lecture Hall", has been honored as the principal, and Chen Jianqiu personally issued a letter of appointment

On the sign at the entrance of the courtyard wall, there is an inscription written by Chen Jianqiu, the honorary president of the school:

Moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor, all-round development.

As a firearms designer and inventor, Browning was also one of the school's instructors.

He tilted his head and asked Chen Jianqiu, "Chen, I have always wondered why you have to spend time teaching these people?" They're all adults, and some of them aren't very interested in what we're talking about. ”

Chen Jianqiu smiled:

"We Chinese have a saying called 'live to be old, learn to be old'." He gestured to Browning, hoping he would understand what he meant, "I want them to be able to read the newspaper and understand the Americans." ”

Actually, there were two other purposes he didn't say to Browning.

The first one is that there is a course that he teaches personally, the time is uncertain, there is no teaching material, it all depends on oral description, and the content cannot be posted on some stations before he crosses.

It doesn't matter if the people below understand it or not, but the thinking should be unified and the goal should be clear.

Second, after solving the problem of food and clothing, he hopes that these people will have more to do, otherwise, it will be easy to have enough to eat and have nothing to do.

The two walked through the courtyard, to the center of the town, and into the newly opened tavern.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Chen Jianqiu saw the boss's old face, who was standing in front of the counter at this time, looking at them with a smile.

This owner originally opened a restaurant in Denver's Chinatown, and after the destruction of Chinatown, he followed Zhang Danian, and then came here.

The furnishings in the tavern have a combination of Chinese and Western flavors, including bar seats with strong western flavors, and traditional wine jars and pickle jars can be seen in the counter.

The two of them found a table by the window and sat down, and there was a tube of chopsticks on the table.

"Yo, Mr. Chan and Mr. Browning! Distinguished guests! Mr. Chen, this is your first time here, what do you want to do? The boss greeted him, still holding a rag in his hand.

He leaned down and wiped the dust off the table.

In a place like Roswell, it's easy to collect dust on the table, and even if a gust of wind blows, it's easy to turn yellow on the table.

There are no guys in this shop, except for the back kitchen, almost everything else has to be done by the owner himself.

"A glass of whiskey, boss." Browning was clearly not here for the first time, and he put his hat on the table and gestured a finger to the boss.

The boss nodded again and again, and he turned to Chen Jianqiu: "Mr. Chen, what about you?" ”

"Do you have any other liquor besides whiskey and tequila?" Chen Jianqiu's eyes had already glanced at the wine vat behind the counter, "I remember that your restaurant in Denver wasn't smashed?" ”

"Look at what you said, can we still lose the guy's business when we open a restaurant?" The boss grinned at Chen Jianqiu, "There is no aging, but there is still new wine to satisfy hunger." ”

"It's not going to be another second pot, is it?" Chen Jianqiu touched his nose.

"Eh, how do you know?" The boss was a little surprised, "It's not easy to make glutinous rice in this place, Zhang Danian left some sorghum for me last year." ”

"Let's have a pot." Chen Jianqiu nodded at the boss, "Cut two catties of cooked beef again." ”

There is a shortage of grain in the west, but there is no shortage of beef.

"Okay, wait a minute." The boss hummed and sang, and trotted towards the back kitchen.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the boss's back with a thumb and asked Browning, "Have you ever seen such a vibrant tavern owner in Utah?" ”

Browning shook his head: "I've never seen this before, they usually stay at their counter and wipe their glasses." ”

After a while, the boss came out of the back kitchen, carrying a wine jug in his hand, and on top of the wine jug, a wine cup was covered; In the other hand, he held a large plate full of stacks of sliced cooked beef.

He came to Chen Jianqiu and the others and sent the things in his hand to the table.

"Mr. Chen, this is the wine and meat you want, please use it slowly."

Then he turned to Browning: "Wait a minute, I'll pour you whiskey." ”

Browning hesitated for a moment and shook his hand at the boss: "Eh, no need, you can help me get one, what."

He pointed to the porcelain wine cup on top of the table's flask.

"Wine ~ Cup," Chen Jianqiu added.

"Oh yes, wine cup." Browning nodded repeatedly.

The boss agreed, turned around and fetched a wine cup for Browning from the counter.

But when he returned to Chen Jianqiu's table, he found that Boss Chen had already poured a full glass of wine and walked out of the door.

Facing south, he raised his glass high above his head, bowed deeply, and stooped to sprinkle the glass on the ground.

There was a drunkard who loved to drink this liquor when he was alive.

He taught himself marksmanship and what the rules of survival in the West were.

"An old man." Chen Jianqiu walked back to the store, returned to the table and sat down, and poured a glass of wine for Browning.

"Come, taste, this wine is strong but not strong." Chen Jianqiu handed the wine to Browning's hand, and at the same time filled it for himself, raising his glass, "For the past and the future, to Roswell." ”

The two clinked glasses, Chen Jianqiu drank it all, and Browning was choked with a glass of wine in his throat, coughing again and again, and his face was crying.

Chen Jianqiu laughed, picked up a piece of braised beef with chopsticks, and handed it to the plate in front of him: "Try this." ”

Browning also learned from Chen Jianqiu's example, and took out two bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, but he couldn't pick them up, and finally grabbed them with his hands and put them in his mouth.

He laughed himself.

The two of them drank a cup of beef and talked about the town and the weapons shop.

The wine had been added many times, and the meat had been added several times, and the faces of the two of them were also rosy.

Just when Chen Jianqiu felt that he had almost drunk and was about to check out and leave.

A man walked briskly into the tavern.

"Boss, I'm back, Li Sifu said you're here, so I'll rush over."

It's a bird.

One more, two more later

(End of chapter)