The day after arriving at Guantanamo, Mr. Chen and Mr. Wu began their investigation as planned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After several setbacks, there are less than 10,000 Chinese in Guantanamo, and most of these people are reclaiming wasteland in Guantanamo City, and there are very few people who build roads in Guantanamo.

Old man Chen and Wu Zideng's investigation began in Guantanamo City.

Li Mu still provided a lot of convenience to Old Man Chen and Wu Zideng, with four-wheeled carriages and accompanying guards.

Of course, these guards are more effective.

Li Mu didn't have time to accompany Old Man Chen and Wu Zideng, leaving Guantanamo and continuing north via Kaimanera, Old Man Chen and Wu Zideng couldn't finish seeing the diorama along the way.

At this time, the road had not yet been paved here, and the road on which the four-wheeled carriage traveled was a gravel road, which was more acceptable to Old Man Chen and Wu Zideng than the road.

Both sides of the road are all wasteland, sparsely growing some cacti, although it is already October, the weather is still a little hot, Wu Zideng sat in the carriage and couldn't help but complain a little.

"Hmph, this Li Mu keeps saying that he wants to reclaim wasteland, but I think it's just a cover-up, there are so many wastelands on both sides of this road, and no one has come to reclaim it." Wu Zideng really can't get used to the wasteful behavior of foreigners, if this is in the Qing Empire, there will never be such a large area of ownerless wasteland, and the common people are eager to dig up all the roads for you in order to open up the wasteland.

"Hehe, Nanfeng don't be impatient, the ground of this foreigner has always been vast and sparsely populated, this situation is really normal." Old man Chen has become commonplace, all the way from San Francisco to Springfield, the wasteland sea that Old Man Chen saw has gone, and if he is distressed everywhere, he must not be distressed to death.

"Speaking of foreigners, it's really hateful, guarding so much land and not working, but preferring to travel thousands of miles across the ocean to trouble my Qing Dynasty, it's really not a son of man." Wu Zideng hated it, anyway, he spoke Chinese, or the kind with an accent, but he was not afraid of these foreigners around the carriage listening to the wall.

"Hehe, it's just some barbarians, who don't obey the king's Taoism, behave rudely, and rely on foreign guns and cannons to be fierce for a while, so don't be afraid." Old man Chen has a psychological advantage, but there is always a sour feeling in and out of his words.

After walking for about an hour, more than 10 kilometers away from Kemanera, people were gradually seen working on both sides of the road, Old Man Chen and Wu Zideng stopped the carriage, and saw the Chinese who were working in the fields with frowning brows.

This is a Chinese with braided hair.

The importance of braids in the Qing Empire is undeniable, in a sense, braids are similar to heads, and there is no braid for no reason, which must be lost in the Qing Empire.

And here, it seems to be normal, Old Man Chen raised his eyes and looked around, there were about a dozen Chinese working, and it seemed that they all had no braids.

"My lord, I'll go and explore the truth first." Wu Zideng gritted his teeth and decided to ask first.

An accompanying gunner rode over, and after a while, returned with the Chinese who was farming.

Old man Chen noticed that this Chinese man actually came on a horse, looking at the fierce quart horse in front of him, and then looking at the ploughing ox in the field that flicked its tail as if nothing happened, Old Man Chen's heart continued to sink.

In the Qing Empire, even if it is an ordinary small landlord family, the family cannot afford to raise horses, let alone such a fierce quartte horse, the Qing Empire cavalry is not equipped much, most of those cavalry are equipped with Mongolian horses, in terms of appearance, compared with the Quarte horse.

"Are you still a citizen of the Qing Empire?" Seeing the Chinese sitting upright in front of him, without the intention of getting off the horse and giving salutes, Wu Zideng still couldn't hold his breath after all.

"Hehe-" The peasant in front of him smiled innocently, pointed to his ear and did not answer.

"Unlucky, I actually found a dumb person." Wu Zideng was greatly discouraged.

"Sir, I don't understand your accent, you can use Spanish, or English, if you speak English, then you'd better slow down, I don't speak English very well, and I'm not proficient enough." The peasant in front of him suddenly spoke, and his Spanish was standard and fluent, much better than Wu Zideng's half-literate Spanish.

Wu Zideng's face suddenly turned black, this special slap in the face is not such a way to play.

"Are you—a Qing countryman?" Old man Chen has also learned a few words of English for more than a year, and tried to communicate with the farmers in front of him in English.

"It used to be, but now it is not, we have been abandoned by the Qing Empire and become a group of homeless homeless people." The peasant's expression was not much sad, and he looked very free.

"I see you're doing well." Old man Chen pointed to the quartma under the farmer's crotch, and then pointed to the ploughing cattle in the field.

"Thanks to Mr. Ream's help, I'm here to work for Mr. Ream, and for every acre of wasteland reclaimed for Mr. Reem, I get a dollar, and I bought this horse and those two cows with a loan, and when Mr. Ream sells these things to me, I get it all for three hundred dollars, and if I want to pay off these debts, I'm going to reclaim three hundred acres of wasteland for Mr. Ream, God forbid, I've done more than half of it, and I think maybe by next year, I'll have a ranch of my own." Speaking of cows and horses, the young man in front of him immediately became gushing, and his gratitude to Li Mu was undisguised between his words.

What frightened Old Man Chen even more than what the young man said was that the young man did not hesitate at all when he said "God bless".

Damn it, what kind of Catholicism did they all embrace?

"You, a Catholic?" Old man Chen asked tentatively, expecting to hear a different answer.

"Yes, the Anglican Church, you have to know, if you want these foreigners to accept you, you always have to believe in something, in fact, it really doesn't matter what you believe, as long as you have faith, I originally believed in Taishang Laojun, but there is no Taoist temple here, only a church, so every Sunday, I will also go to the church to participate in activities, but when others say 'Amen', I will say 'Immeasurable Tianzun', anyway, they can't understand Chinese-" The young man's eyebrows fluttered, and it was obviously quite sad that it made a lot of joy.

Old Man Chen nodded slightly, in fact, Old Man Chen can understand the young man's choice, in this environment, if it is Old Man Chen, I am afraid there are not many choices.

"And what's going on with your braids?" Old man Chen asked the most critical question.

"About this, I can't help it, as a man, I have a braid that makes too many people make fun of me, if it was in the Qing Empire, everyone has braids, I would be used to it, but this is Cuba, other men are without braids, our group of people with braids have become the same people as girls in their mouths, if you don't cut the braids, you can't become a normal person, and you can't win normal eyes, so I can only choose to cut it." The young man was honest and did not find any other reason.

"But then you're afraid that you won't be able to return to your hometown for the rest of your life, is it worth it?" Old man Chen could understand the young man's choice, but he still couldn't help but ask.

After staying in the United States for a year, Old Man Chen is no longer as pedantic as when he first came to the United States, and there are many Chinese in Springfield now, in fact, Old Man Chen has also been in contact with many Chinese people before, understands their ups and downs, and of course understands why they made such a choice.

"Sir, I don't know what you want to say, before I came to Cuba, I was born in a poor family with seven children, our family did not have enough food to feed all the children, so we only had four brothers and sisters to grow up, and the reason why I came to Cuba is because if I continue to stay in my hometown, then the only way that awaits me is to starve to death, so although I miss my hometown very much, I will not go back-" After the young man finished speaking, patted the quartma under his crotch, and pointed to the ploughing cattle in the distance with confidence: " Actually, I would love that Mr. Ream would go back in my place and bring my family over, I now have a horse and two cows, which is unthinkable in my hometown, we all dream of having all this, but never will, my father is far more skilled in farming than me, and more industrious than me, but after working hard all his life, he can't even feed his own children, I want him to be able to live a little easier, as long as he comes to Cuba, it is not difficult to achieve this. ”

The young man was optimistic and showed surprising confidence, and Old Man Chen had no doubt that the young man would be able to achieve his dream of making his father's life a little easier.

"The last question, you may have already seen, I am an official of the Qing Empire, and I am a high-ranking high-ranking official, do you have anything to say to me?" Old man Chen was ready to end this investigation, although it was not long, but he had obtained enough information.

"Well, Lord Qingtian, maybe you want me to call you that, in fact I don't want to use that word to describe anyone but Mr. Ream-" The young man looked at Old Man Chen with no fear in his eyes, not even the intention of dismounting.

Old man Chen keenly noticed that there was a pouch hanging next to the young man's saddle, and a rifle made of walnut with the handle was next to the young man, and as long as the young man wanted to, he could pull it out at any time.

"What I want to tell you is that if a person is not honest with others, then he will never be respected, a country is the same, the country does not know that there are people, so the people do not know that there is a country, if you don't do something, believe me, there will be more and more people like me who abandon the Qing Empire, of course, maybe ** like me, you don't care." The young man shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned his horse's head and whipped away towards the ploughing ox in the distance.

The nation does not know that there is a people, and the people do not know that there is a country.

Old man Chen just stood there and thought for a long time.

"This must have been arranged by someone, and I don't believe that an ordinary person understands these truths." Wu Zideng gritted his teeth.

"Enough Master Wu, I think we can draw conclusions now." Old Man Chen sighed faintly, the wrinkles on his face were unprecedentedly deep.