Chapter 209: Chinatown News

San Francisco (San Francisco), at the south end of Duban Street.
"Mr. Li, this is Chinatown." Zhang Yuanzang pointed to the street in front of him, looking a little complicated.
He lives here, can't he belong here?
It's just the memories here, there is no warmth and memories, only suffering and pain, the barren life is overwhelming.
The street is a pavement made of bricks, with a variety of tables on both sides, or small vendors laid on the ground with cloth.
Looking up, all the signboards you can see are written in Chinese, and I feel very cordial.
Crossing the asphalt road and stepping on the brick-paved street, a strong sense of history greeted us, as if he was in another world now.
"No need to follow." Let the bodyguards stay outside and wait for themselves. The little elk pretended to follow without hearing, and Li Zitao didn't see it.
"How many compatriots do we have now?" Li Zitao smiled with goodwill, looking at the curious people around with awe in his eyes.
"Probably around 20,000." Zhang Yuanzang said next to him.
"So much?" Li Zitao was surprised.
"It was sold here more than ten years ago to dig for gold, but there were not so many people laying railroads, there were thousands of people. Later, they didn't get married and had children, and the cubs got married again.
In addition, some fools in China want to run here to make a fortune, feeling that this place is full of gold, hehe..."
Speaking of which, Zhang Yuanzang couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Wasn't he one of those fools?
At the beginning, how could he believe what those people said!
"San Francisco, where there is gold everywhere, just pick a piece and you can be a landlord there."
As soon as his head was hot, Zhang Yuanzang, who was not full at home, patted his head and embarked on a smuggling trip.
Riding the wind and breaking waves is not right, it is a raging drift. During the long sea voyage, more than a dozen people from the same country who came together died, and the body was directly thrown into the sea for sharks.
A man wanted to take back the mother-in-law's body and let the crew kill him with a shotgun.
The chest was as if it had been smashed through iron sand, and he kept bleeding out, and the blood was accompanied by meat foam, just like the dumpling fillings chopped up during the Chinese New Year.
It was hard to get to San Francisco. The golden paradise was not there, and a group of people were chased by the white guys.
I didn't know it at first, but thought it was an officer. Now Zhang Yuanzang knows that these people are human traffickers, and they are caught to sell them to mines and railway companies.
Some people were arrested and some were killed, because Zhang Yuanzang, who was hiding, heard several gunshots and some screams.
He was quite lucky. He fumbled into Chinatown and retrieved his life under the help of his fellow citizens.
Along the way, the night meal was sleeping, eating moldy food that the crew did not want, and being able to live ashore, it was almost no human form.
If it weren’t for Zhang Yuanzang, he would be half-sized, and his body was still strong. I was afraid that the day when he wouldn’t get to the beach, he would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
Twelve years later, this half-year-old boy has also reached the age of standing, relying on a little cleverness and being smooth, he does not need to worry about his livelihood.
But the rest can only be considered in the dream.
For those of them, dreaming is the happiest thing in this life, lying on the bed, eyes closed, everything you want.
"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang." Suddenly raised his voice and finally called Zhang Yuan back.
"Call it, call it the soul, lightly." Looking at the middle-aged man wrapped in a cotton jacket, Zhang Yuan murmured unwillingly.
"Hey, you are daydreaming. The one who came with you has already gone. You are still standing here. Tell me, what a good dream, do you have gold?"
The other party wasn't annoyed either, hands crossed in the sleeves, Le Zizi asked.
"What?" Looking back, Li Zitao was nowhere to be seen. Zhang Yuan said with a ghost: "Oh, hello, my dear!"
After that, Sayya ran forward.
"Aristocrat? This Qing Dynasty is gone. Where's the aristocrat? Besides, this aristocrat is a girl!" The middle-aged man in a big jacket shrunk his neck and mumbled back to the stall, waiting to come to the door. Guests who come to buy meat.
Li Zitao has already reached the intersection of Duban Street and California Street, which is also the center of Chinatown.
Chinese people on crutches, wearing suits and top hats can be seen everywhere.
Cloth shoes, white socks, trousers and gowns are also everywhere.
There is an invisible wall between the two, living on the same plane, but there is little communication.
There are also stalls selling Tang people and Yangchun noodles on the street. A white cloth is hung on the top of the head, and one side is tied to the nails in the corner. Two bamboo poles pull one end to support the other. Below is the charcoal stove, the square table and the small Mazar.
Li Zitao was interested, and sat on Xiaomaza. "Auntie, let's have two bowls of Yangchun noodles."
"Good class!" said the aunt who was busy, without looking back.
The little girl who helped at the booth looked at him with some curiosity~EbookFREE.me~ and the little elk beside him was very eye-catching.
The foreigners who came to Chinatown, except for the intermediaries who occasionally recruited workers this year, will never see it again.
As for those who followed the Chinese, it was even rarer.
The diners looked around like monkeys, but the little elk didn't even notice it.
The beautiful eyebrows are bent into crescents, holding the chopsticks with the palm of your hand, looking at the pot of noodles with relish, the authentic performance of eating.
"Noodles are here, two of them are slow to use." The clear soup, white noodles, and two or three leaves of green onion sprinkled with green onions are sprinkled with two green vegetables beside them.
Picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. The noodles were smooth and flicked, and the taste was very light.
It’s okay to eat occasionally. If you eat it often, you have to fade the bird out of your mouth. There is no such thing as delicious in the novel.
"BOSS, is there a fork here?" After a long time, the elk did not pick up a face.
I wanted to use chopsticks as a stick to roll up, but found that the noodles were too thin and too slippery to roll at all.
"Open your mouth." Picking up a chopstick noodle, Li Zitao stuffed it directly into her mouth.
A satisfying smile immediately appeared on the face of the little elk, and his beautiful big eyes were already narrowed into a slit.
Looking back, I suddenly noticed that the diners around me were wide-eyed and looked at him like hell.
"Don't you just feed the mother-in-law to eat the noodles?" Thinking of the occasional single night held in District 22, Li Zitao felt he should take them to see and see.
The tall white babes at the party, as long as they look at each other, will follow you willingly.
I don’t know how many bachelors have tried the thrill of capturing America.
As far as Li Zitao knows, Wang Dagou has always been the most popular male guest at the party. Who makes his guns with a large caliber, and he has a big shot!