Chen Jianqiu gathered Roswell's chemists together and held a meeting in the conference hall.

In Holmes' absence, Chen Jianqiu personally convened the meeting.

"We're going to make fertilizer!" He announced.

In the conference hall, the various chemists began to talk.

In fact, most of their time here is spent working on new explosives.

But now, the boss suddenly proposed to engage in fertilizer, which caught them off guard.

If they knew that this was Chen Jianqiu's improvised idea a few hours ago, I am afraid that they would be even more crazy.

"Mr. Chen, do you want nitrogen, phosphate, or potash?"

A chemist named Betzelius asked.

He was originally a German and worked in a fertilizer plant in Stasfurt.

Strictly speaking, among the chemists present, only this one can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

Chen Jianqiu searched his intestines and scraped his chemical reserves.

Synthetic ammonia will definitely not be able to be made for the time being, and it is not possible to get a reactor steel with that strength at all.

If you can make synthetic ammonia, why do you have to go all the way to Chile to dig saltpeter.

Let's use saltpeter for now.

"Nitrogen fertilizers are not considered for the time being, starting with potash and phosphate fertilizers." Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and said.

"That's no problem, I can do it alone, but let me remind you, Mr. Chen, there is no potash mine in the United States, and all materials need to be imported."

The chemist, speaking English with a strong German accent, said to Chen Jianqiu,

"If that's the case, it's better to import fertilizers directly from Europe." Betzelius sneered.

Chen Jianqiu fell into deep thought.

Now that there are more and more Chinese in Roswell, there is no problem in buying from other states in the west for the time being.

But if you really get choked by the neck due to famine, it won't be easy to do.

At the very least, there must be a way out.

What should be imported still has to be imported.

"Is there really no potash in the United States?" Chen Jianqiu now wanted to drag Holmes back from outside.

Betzelius shook his head.

"Not necessarily!"

A voice rang out from outside the council chamber.

The crowd looked out the door.

Say Holmes, Holmes arrives.

I saw the geologist hurrying into the council chamber with a bag.

He threw the bag on the table, and from the bag, pulled out a crystal that was not very transparent.

"I've discovered potash." The geologist said, pointing to the crystal.

There was an instant silence in the entire chamber.

Chen Jianqiu was also so stunned that he couldn't say a word.

He looked at Holmes panting in disbelief.

That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

He was in a trance.

When I crossed by myself, there was no system, there was no gold finger, according to some people in the era before I crossed over, there should be no way to get out of Shiquan Town alive, or I was forced out of the United States by that bill!

Could it be that this old man is his golden finger?

But soon, Holmes' words pulled him into reality.

"What we found when we were looking for oil was in the eastern basin of Carlsbad Caverns."

He walked behind Chen Jianqiu and pointed out the location on the hanging map.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and looked.

Isn't this near the spot where the treasure was hidden?

"Where did you go?" Chen Jianqiu asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I follow the experience and follow the geomorphological features." Holmes picked up the crystal ore.

"I've been staring at that place for a long time."

"Actually, I didn't pay much attention to this thing at first, so I knocked it back and studied it, but I heard Zhang Danian say that you were studying chemical fertilizers, so I rushed over."

Holmes licked his chapped lips.

"I just came back."

"Then take a sip and speak slowly." Chen Jianqiu asked the geologist to make a cup of tea.

"If you want fertilizer, tell me earlier." Holmes shook his head, "There are phosphate mines in the north of Mexico, and I didn't happen to find them for you." ”

"The cave where we hid the treasure before is home to millions of bats, you really can't do it, you can dig up bat droppings!"

When Holmes arrived in Roswell, he had already studied the landforms and mineral deposits of the border, and even northern Mexico.

"Okay, that's all. Get it up! ”

Chen Jianqiu slapped the board.

It seems that not only is the problem of self-produced food expected to be solved, but it may also be able to make a lot of money.

U.S. agriculture is underdeveloped and needs a golden scum!

Albuquerque's railway station is a transit point.

Every day, Luo Yonggui picks up some of the Chinese who have come by train from other states.

They could choose to stay in Albuquerque or go to Santa Fe or Taos.

No matter where they are in New Mexico, as long as they are willing to work hard and learn, they can find a job of their own in Chen Jianqiu's company.

Most of them, however, want to go to Roswell, the fabled city of western Chinese.

Today, as usual, Luo Yonggui and a few Chinese workers stood on the platform, waiting for the train to enter the station.

One of them held up a sign with a few large characters written in Chinese characters:

Welcome to New Mexico!

It wasn't long before the whistle came from afar.

On the horizon, white smoke floated up.

A train approached from far and near, in the direction of the station.

"You guys will register one by one later, do you have a history of bad hobbies, is it from Uncle Huang's side, if so, ask them for Uncle Huang's letter."

"And then, Otomo!" Luo Yonggui shouted at a man in a small coat not far away, "You take them to the place where they settle down first and drink hot water or something." ”

He arranged it in an orderly manner.

The Chinese workers nodded their heads.

The train slowly entered the platform, and the passengers stepped off the train one by one.

There aren't many Chinese travelers today.

They quickly found the organization based on the conspicuous sign.

Luo Yonggui and the others took a short time to deal with the matter.

But just as he turned to leave.

Suddenly, from the cargo compartment, there was the sound of a quarrel.

"You guys are fare evaders!"

"It's a wagon for goods or livestock! It's not transporting people! ”

This voice is very familiar to Luo Yonggui, a conductor in charge of the freight car.

It is estimated that in order to save money, someone got into the car, sneaked into the freight car, and was found when he got off the car.

This kind of thing happens almost once in a while, and the conductor can usually handle it himself.

Luo Yonggui was about to leave.

Suddenly, a Chinese voice came into his ears:

"Master, okay, we really don't have the money to buy tickets, and everyone has no choice but to do it."

Luo Yonggui immediately stopped.

He beckoned to the other Chinese workers who were about to go home, and motioned for them to follow.

He ran all the way along the carriage to the cargo compartment where the accident occurred.

But when he saw the situation in the carriage, he was stunned.

Twenty or so hungry Chinese were huddled in a carriage.

The conductor blocked the door and didn't let them get down, but none of these Chinese dared to move, only an old man, begging repeatedly.

The conductor spoke English, and the old man spoke Chinese.

It's completely chicken-to-duck talking, and there is no way to communicate at all.

"Luo, you see, these people sneaked into the empty cargo compartment, and none of them bought tickets!" The conductor knew Luo Yonggui and said to him.

"Come and help me translate, they can leave the station after they make up the ticket."

Luo Yonggui glanced at the Chinese in the carriage and just wanted to speak.

"I'll pay for these people's tickets."

A voice rang out from behind him.

Luo Yonggui and Hua Gong turned their heads and found that Chen Jianqiu was wearing a cloth robe and appeared behind him.

When the conductor saw that it was Chen Jianqiu, he immediately moved away from the door of the carriage.

"You go first, I'll take care of the ticket." Chen Jianqiu said to the conductor.

After the conductor left, the Chinese in the carriage walked out one after another.

The old man, who seemed to be the most prestigious of all the people, wanted to kneel down and thank Chen Jianqiu.

However, I don't know if he was hungry for too long or because he was not in good health, the old man stumbled when he knelt down on one knee and almost fell to the ground.

Luo Yonggui and the people behind the old man supported him.

"Take them to eat something first." Chen Jianqiu instructed Luo Yonggui, "Then bring that old man to my office." ”

More than an hour later, Luo Yonggui walked into Chen Jianqiu's office with the old man.

After eating, the complexion on the old man's face seemed to recover slightly, but he was still a little wheezing.

"All settled?" Chen Jianqiu asked Luo Yonggui.

Luo Yonggui nodded: "I have arranged to stay in the hotel for the time being." ”

"Benefactor!" The old man stood up from the chair and wanted to bow again, but was held up by Chen Jianqiu.

"Where are you from?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"West." The old man replied, "Arcata, California." ”

California?

Chen Jianqiu frowned:

"Huang Qingyun, do you know each other?"

The old man shook his head: "We've been mining in that town since we came here. ”

He sighed, "We were kicked out. ”

A few weeks ago, a group of men armed with sticks burst into their house, beat them on sight, and told them to get out of here.

They only had time to bring some dry food with them before they were driven out.

"We got into a stopped train in the dark, floated all the way here, and then got out of the train and were spotted."

"Who hit you? You know? Chen Jianqiu asked.

The old man trembled and took out an armband-like thing from his shabby pocket and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the words on it:

Knights of Labor.

He flipped through the armband, then tapped the bell on the table.

Soon after, Li Sifu appeared at the door of the office.

Chen Jianqiu handed the armband in his hand to Li Sifu.

"Take a telegram to Hanif and ask him to find out what is going on with Aktar and this Knights of Labor!"