Normally, there is no need for the residents of Fort Stockton to panic.

Because the white and Chinese residential areas are not next to each other at all.

There is at least one wasteland between the two sides, and even the water source is each other's groundwater.

Even during the election, the two sides did not see each other.

Lin Sanshan didn't mind the white mayor on the other side being elected consecutively.

Because the other party's orders can't be passed here at all.

The Chinese pay their taxes, and the state government basically turns a blind eye.

But this time, it seems that the memory of the ancestors has been awakened.

The residents of Fort Stockton were in a panic.

In the afternoon, the bell at the entrance of the town was struck.

Many people in the town gathered in the auditorium at the entrance of the town.

"Those damned Chinese are like rats, they deserve to be infected with the plague, we should get them out immediately!" An old man with a white beard stood beside the table, stalking his neck.

"Kick out? If they could get out, would they still be here? Next to him, a young farmer snorted, "It's not like you haven't tried, four or five died, and people didn't move." ”

"Shut up! I will not allow you to insult my son! ”

The old man suddenly exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

He rushed to the farmer and grabbed him by the collar.

"I, not allowed, you insult my son!"

His eldest son died in a fight with the Chinese ten years ago, and it was an eternal pain in his heart.

"If you can't beat me, you can't beat me, what's the use of you sending me at me? Have the ability to go to the other side to find those Chinese troubles! Not to be outdone, the farmer grabbed the old man's hand.

The old man's two remaining sons also rushed through the crowd, ready to do something to the farmer.

Seeing that a brawl was about to start in the auditorium.

"Bang bang bang."

The mayor shouted for a long time and found that it was useless, so he had to take off his boots and slap the table desperately.

"Can you all shut up for me!" He shouted at the top of his voice, "Isn't it shameful enough?" ”

The men below finally stopped fighting for a while.

"I think it's imperative for us to report what is happening here to the state and ask for support from the state."

The mayor's words drew boos around the table.

When it comes up, it is called for support, which does not seem to fit the personality of Texans.

But the mayor completely ignored the guys.

"What? Are any of you willing to drive away the Chinese? No problem, stand up, I'll let you be the first to get on! He said angrily.

No one came forward.

The Chinese on that side of the wasteland had guns and the Black Death.

Choosing one of the two could kill them.

These people invariably coaxed.

Since no one has come forward, the mayor's proposal is considered passed.

They sent the young farmer on horseback to report what had happened here to Austin, the seat of the state government.

"What? Black death? Chinese? When the governor heard the report, his eyebrows were twisted like ropes.

At the beginning of his tenure, he heard about Fort Stockton.

But the fool also knows who is behind the Chinese there.

Without the support of the person behind them, no matter how much these Chinese could fight, they would not have been able to support them for so long.

The governor doesn't want to cause trouble.

Except for a fight with the local white man when they first came, those Chinese didn't cause trouble for nearly ten years.

"You go out first, I'll think about it."

The governor asked his subordinates to go out first, leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand.

What should we do about this?

There is an epidemic in the town of my state, and the state government can't do nothing, right? But how can we stop the development of things?

Just as the governor was in his office trying to break his head, a well-dressed gentleman walked into his office.

The visitor didn't seem to see him at all, and sat down on the sofa in the office.

"Mr. Governor, what is it that worries you so much?" He asked.

The governor looked up and glanced at the man sitting on the couch.

His head hurt even more.

The person who came was John Rockefeller's youngest son, John Rockefeller Jr.

Born in 1874, he is now 26 years old, and has just graduated from his father's company, the younger brother of the Rockefeller who had sold the refinery to Chen Jianqiu in Roswell.

Texas is rich in oil and gas resources, and Mr. Rockefeller's work is naturally indispensable.

And little Rockefeller came here with his father's orders to talk to the governor about business.

The Rockefeller family has always been the governor's nobles, so the governor told Rockefeller Jr. directly what happened.

Who knew that after thinking about it for a while, Rockefeller Jr. gave the governor an unexpected suggestion:

"You should send the state militia to expel those Chinese." Rockefeller Jr. said, "After all, they are the ones who brought the plague." ”

"Are you crazy?" The governor stared at the noble son in disbelief, "We have carefully investigated these Chinese, they are all legal American citizens, and they spent money to buy the land, what reason do we have to expel them?" ”

"Then fence it off." Little Rockefeller said grimly, "Lock down their entire residential area, isolate it, and surround them in the name of the epidemic until they can't stand it anymore, and they will come and talk to us about leaving." ”

He bowed.

"Mr. Governor, you should understand that if these Chinese are there, they will always be a threat, they are not religious, so there is no bottom line in doing things, and if you allow them to grow and develop, it will be a disaster."

"Believe me, you're going to lose voters for your inaction, you're going to be impeached, and your political career is going to be in a quagmire."

I have to say that there is some truth in the words of Rockefeller Jr.

But as a full-fledged politician, Mr. Governor certainly doesn't take a risk at a businessman's words.

"I think this decision is reckless." The governor shook his head, "The use of militia will send our citizens into a panic and violate the right of those Chinese to freedom." ”

"You are wrong, Mr. Governor, we are facing a plague, and what the governor should do is stop the plague from spreading."

"Therefore, in special times, special methods should be used, and in the final analysis, the majority of the people care about their own lives, not aliens." Rockefeller Jr. said.

The governor thought for a long time and asked one last question:

"What if, I mean if, Chan's troops in New Mexico come to support his countrymen?"

The fighting power displayed by the Chinese troops in the Spanish-American War made him feel uneasy.

Little Rockefeller laughed:

"If they dare to move, it will be a rebellion, and if the rebellion is established, Mr. President has the right to mobilize troops to destroy them!"

"You don't have to worry about it, we'll use our influence to deal with them."

The governor remained silent.

However, little Rockefeller was not in a hurry, and he looked confident.

He no longer talked to the governor about the outbreak at Fort Stockton, but about the business and share of oil and gas.

A few days later, rumors swirled in the cities of Austin and Houston.

Roughly speaking, the Black Death, the "Grim Reaper", is hitting Fort Stockton, a city in western Texas, and many people have died, and the deaths are extremely tragic.

The disaster is said to have been brought about by the Chinese.

There are two theories, one is that they came from abroad and carried germs, and the epidemic was caused by poor management; Another theory is that these unbelievers were angry with the heavens, and God punished them for their arrogance.

Incredibly, the market for the latter statement is even a little bigger.

Many people live in fear that the plague will spread to a large city like Austin.

More and more people gathered and began to march in the streets, demanding that the government send troops to blockade them.

"Get those Chinese out of Texas!"

"Burn everything they have! Purify germs with flames! ”

The governor was amazed at the development, but he was already roasted on the fire.

A few days later, a proposal to mobilize the militia to Fort Stockton was sent to the state legislature.

Although there was still controversy and discussion, the proposal was eventually adopted.

The Texas militia, with its fine traditions, was remobilized.

About 2,000 people gathered in San Antonio and headed to Fort Stockton under captain Brad Harrison to carry out the blockade mission.

At the same time, a telegram hoping that the Union would send troops to help "maintain order in the state" was sent to the White House and placed on President McKinley's desk.