This New Year is supposed to be the third Spring Festival since the founding of New Roswell.

During the first Spring Festival, Chen Jianqiu asked Zhang Danian to simply take a look, and in the second Spring Festival, he spent the Spring Festival in Iquique, Chile, with the Chinese there.

This third Spring Festival, he has to plan well.

So, on his last day in New York, Chen Jianqiu went to Lower Manhattan.

There, there's a small Chinatown.

In the middle of the 19th century, a merchant from Guangdong opened his first shop here.

After that, more and more Chinese moved from the West Coast.

They also settled here one after another, gradually forming a small settlement.

Compared to Upper Manhattan, it's a slum with all sorts of dilapidated apartments erected and punctuated by fires.

After the bill was announced, the situation in Chinatown was even worse.

While the East Coast is not as sensitive to the Act as the West Coast, the disapproval of the Chinese is evident throughout the country.

In the area of Chinatown, gangs began to run rampant.

Some of them are in line with the principle of "can't bully foreigners, can't bully you?" The principle began to fight with each other.

In addition, many Chinese at that time were not allowed to write hobbies.

It has become a slum within a slum, a violent neighborhood within a violent neighborhood.

Even the idle police in New York don't want to come over and take care of it.

As long as the gang members don't leave this area, they can do whatever they like, and the robbers are all Chinese themselves anyway.

However, Chen Jianqiu didn't know much about the situation here.

He wanted to see if there were any other original New Year's goods that he could buy.

Holiday was busy with security in Cleveland, and naturally someone like Astor Jr. wouldn't be in such a place.

So Chen Jianqiu walked into Chinatown alone.

There is still a month to go before the Spring Festival.

In the narrow streets, there is no smell of the New Year.

Chinese people in thick cotton jackets and melon-skin hats greeted each other in the streets, and most of them still wore braids.

This made Chen Jianqiu look a bit of an outlier in it.

With his hands in his sleeves, he looked around the shops on either side, trying to see if there were any better-written couplets.

But after leaving a few houses, the result made him very disappointed.

Not really.

In addition to the grocery store, there is a Chinese restaurant, or a laundry.

"If you're looking for someone to write a couplet for you, look around the corner in front of you and there's a guy selling words there." A guy from a grocery store said to Chen Jianqiu.

According to the guy's instructions, Chen Jianqiu found the stall.

He originally thought that most of the people who did this kind of letter writing business were old talents. But what he saw in front of him was very different from what he thought.

A man in his thirties sits in front of his stall.

In front of him were brushes, paper, and inkstones, as well as pens and letter paper, and a Western-style high-necked shirt underneath a thick Chinese robe and horse jacket.

The back of the man's head was cut flat in unison. Without braids, he has become an outlier in this neighborhood like Chen Jianqiu.

At this time, he was writing something on paper with a pen.

Chen Jianqiu walked up.

"Sir, may I ask if there are any Spring Festival couplets for sale?"

"Yes, you can wait a minute."

When the man heard the voice, he bent down directly and went under the table to get the red paper.

But when he inadvertently raised his head and saw Chen Jianqiu in front of him, he was stunned.

Because he found that Chen Jianqiu didn't have braids like him.

But the man didn't say anything, but bent down again, picked up some water from under the table and put it into the inkstone, and began to grind the ink:

"What do you want to write, sir?"

"Just write a'Spend the troubled New Year, what a noble and low; Ask the vast earth, who is the lord of the ups and downs'. Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and said.

The man was shocked, gasped, and the pen in his hand trembled slightly: "What a big spirit." Who is your honor? ”

Chen Jianqiu smiled slightly: "I didn't write it." ”

But it seems that the man's mind is in turmoil, and he has never been able to write.

He thought about it for a long time, but he put down the pen in despair.

"I don't deserve to write such a majestic couplet." He sighed.

The man seemed to have suffered some blow, and he couldn't express his depression in his chest.

Chen Jianqiu put his hand in his sleeve and looked at the man quietly.

"Wang Qingfu!"

A loud shout came from the corner of the street.

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and looked over.

Four or five pigtailed scoundrel-like figures were walking towards here.

The cloth robes on their bodies were dirty, and their faces were languid, obviously they had just come out of the "fairy".

The gang walked over to the men's stall.

The first one shook the braid on the back of his head,

He pressed one finger against half of his nose and blew it hard, and the snot flew out of the other nostril and landed on the man's inkstone.

"Who the told you to set up a stall here?"

Splashy squinted at the man and looked at the man, and asked angrily.

One of his feet rested on the ground, and his body shook rhythmically.

The man was silent, as if patient, and did not seem to be too disdainful to answer.

The arrogance of the splash became even more arrogant, and he looked the man and his stall up and down.

"I heard that you told those fools that it was our people who ruined the image of the Chinese and made the foreigners look down on us, is there such a thing?"

"Isn't it?" The man stared at the hooligans, gritting his teeth, and looked like he hated iron but not steel.

"Yo? Your grandfather and I will tell you, I am like this everywhere, and I still have something to eat. Splash sneered with a crooked mouth.

"Aren't you able to speak? Don't you speak English? Don't you know how to run a newspaper? Why did you come here to set up a stall? Didn't you see those foreigners give you half a copper? ”

"These meals of yours are taken from the mouths of your compatriots, and you are not even as good as dogs!" The man couldn't hold back any longer and scolded angrily.

"Yo, how the do you dare to fight back? Brothers, lift his stall! ”

Splashy glanced at a few people around him.

And he himself has already flown out with one foot, trying to kick over the man's stall.

But he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee.

Then he fell to the ground.

The man who was standing on the edge of the stall just now slammed his knee into the ground.

He felt like his knees were shattering.

Several other little splashes rushed up, and one of them was kicked.

Chen Jianqiu's kicks were extremely accurate, and every kick hit their lower abdomen.

The four or five people fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, shouting "grandparents, grandparents, parents", and "grandparents".

The leader opened his eyes and saw Chen Jianqiu looking at him from above, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! Spare me! ”

He wailed.

Chen Jianqiu lifted him up like he was carrying a little chicken.

The splashy face was pressed against the inkstone.

"Suck back what you squirt out." Chen Jianqiu's voice was cold.

Splashy was speechless, half of his face was covered in ink.

In the end, it was his braids that endured it all.

"Let's take the stall." Chen Jianqiu threw the splash aside and said to Wang Qingfu, "You are the Wang Qingfu who founded the "Meihua New Newspaper", right?" ”

"My name is Chen Jianqiu, let's talk in a different place."

Wang Qingfu vaguely remembered where he seemed to have heard or seen this name.

He suddenly remembered:

"Are you the big boss in the west, Chen Jianqiu?"

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

Wang Qingfu's eyes suddenly rekindled hope.

His newspaper seems to have been saved.