Half a month later, January 10, 1877.

Everything was progressing smoothly in the construction of the Red River Valley Ranch Project. At this time, the first snowfall in winter was ushered in. The hot construction had to come to an abrupt end.

As I see, the mountains and forests are covered with a layer of holy white snow, the rushing Brisbane River water is clear and transparent, and the wide river surface is covered with a faint mist.

The construction of a small half of the pier has stopped working, and along the long pier, countless shining ice hanging on it, reflecting bright light in the winter sunshine.

A group of horses galloped in the manor, and the four hooves splashed with large fog of snow.

The first person was a tall boy. The childishness on his face gradually faded away. His dark eyes revealed a deep look, and invisibly the majesty of the superior.

Li Fushou is already 17 years old. He is a snow-white Akha Takma under his crotch, with an abnormally savage horse, without a single variegated hair, with the tall size of an Arabian horse and the speed of a British purebred horse, and a boy wearing a light-colored riding suit, he is really like the wind and the horse is like a dragon, which complements each other.

“Hi…”

He shouted loudly, and the white horse galloped all the way.

The cold wind passed by his face after the heavy snow, and the mist that Li Fushou exhaled was blown away in a blink of an eye, and the cold wind penetrated into his neck with all holes.

Li Fushou ignored it completely. This young and restless body was full of infinite heat, galloping on the snowy field in the pasture.

"Young Master, slow down... slow down..."

Nan Huaiyu and others rode their horses and followed closely behind, opening their mouths but blocked their noses by the cold wind. They saw a cavalry ahead like a Li Xuan arrow, thrown by the divine Akha Takma.

He could only wave his whip and urge the sitting Quat horse to follow him hard. The team ran away quickly like a gust of snow dragons carrying snow passing by on the ground.

Huh...

The horse team alarmed a large group of Australian ostrichs running wildly. Li Fushou saw a large group of thyros chasing out from the hills from the front. The frightened group of ostrichs immediately changed direction and ran away desperately.

Ostrich flocks, thyrove packs and horse teams galloped in the wilderness behind the snow, chasing each other.

This made Li Fushou's interest increase for a moment, and he flipped his hand and pulled out a shiny 1871 Mauser rifle from the horse bag in front of the saddle.

"Wow... Xuelifei baby ran more steadily. Young Master, I'm going to start a big killing today."

Li Fushou patted the neck of the horse under his seat, and the snow flew to the human nature to slow down slightly, but ran more smoothly.

He raised his legs tightly with his saddle tightly, and his hands were aiming at the wild thyro wolves at the barking pack.

After a crisp gunshot of "其", a snowflake splashed on the ground in the distance.

The thyro-wolf pack roared away without knowing that danger was approaching, and perhaps he didn't even take the horse-riding teenager at all.

This made Li Fushou very angry. Damn... who do you look down on?

“Mush…”

One after another, the crisp gunshot echoed on the snowfield, splashing snowflakes one after another, and the thyro wolf pack was safe and sound.

The shooting posture is cool, and the best pure-blooded BMW is under the crotch. It runs fast and steadily.

He held the sharpest German 1871 Mauser rifle in his hand, with double rows of ammunition supply, five rounds of ammunition were clamped on each bridge, and manually reloaded the chamber.

After 10 bullets were fired, I had already chased me twenty or thirty meters away, and I didn't even catch a single thyrove. This accurate head was so touching.

I really can't bear to see this scene. The bodyguard leader Nan Huaiyu and others who were left behind looked at each other. I wonder if it should speed up or catch up from afar or pretend that they didn't see it?

Pujie! This broken gun is not accurate.

Li Fushou was completely ruined when he saw several thyro wolf turning fiercely towards him, and smashing the rifle in his hand out in anger.

"Puff"

The heavy rifle accidentally smashed over a ferocious thyro wolf. The thyro wolf couldn't hold on and rolled in the snow. After thrusting his legs a few times, he was hit to death.

Oh, that's how the rifle is used.

Without thinking about it, Li Fushou pulled out the shiny cavalry sword from his waist, gently brought the horse reins to the right, and leaned over slightly for a standard dragging action.

With the blessing of a high-speed horse, the cavalry swordsman, carrying huge potential energy, rushed to the front of the thyrodom, immediately with two points in his head and blood shot out.

He chopped left and right all the way, and was really invincible.

Due to the limited size of the body, the thyrove ran much slower in the field after heavy snow, while the tall Akha Takma was not affected at all.

One goes up and the other goes down, chasing the wolf pack with ease, just so that the owner can show his might.

The thirty-forty thirty wolves were found, but more than ten were killed by Li Fushou, leaving behind a mess of corpses, and the others fled in scattered.

At this time, the bodyguard team that followed closely finally came into use.

"Bo, Bo, Bo..." After a crisp gunshot

The Thylor who ran hundreds of meters away was not spared. One shot was shot and it was solved neatly.

Every few days these gunmen would sweep away thyros, wild dogs and other wilderness predators on the field. They practiced good shooting skills at once. They were so close that they could really be easily wiped out.

"Hahahaha... OK, happy!"

Li Fushou held the horse, his face flushed due to the intense movement and excitement, and he killed so many evil wolves with his hands. He was extremely happy and couldn't help laughing to the sky.

"Young Master is really good at this moment. I think the famous Mongolian grassland cavalry is just like this. I can't wait!" Nan Huaiyu flattered in time.

"Huaiyu, you need to practice the cavalry's kung fu more, this is the capital of the cavalry."

Li Fushou smiled complacently, pulled out a snow-white silk handkerchief, wiped away the blood from the cavalry's long sword, revealing the sharp and cold blade again, and discarded the silk handkerchief.

Nan Huaiyu's eyelids twitched violently and said with a smile, "What the young master taught me is that I will train these bastards tomorrow. I must practice the cavalry's capital for food so that I can live up to the high hopes of the young master!"

"There is no need to rush for a moment. I think they shot them quite accurately, which is rare."

"Hehe... I just mess around, it's not counting."

"Huaiyu doesn't have to be too humble. The shooting is so accurate when he gallops, which means he has put in hard work. Going back and enjoying a meal of wine and meat is indispensable."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Nan Huaiyu accompanied Li Fushou to guide the country on the snow field, but saw his subordinates picking up the rifle that the young master threw away, wiped it clean and was about to send it to him to seek credit, so he waved his hand secretly to let the idiot take it farther away.

A group of bad guys can only be a team leader in their life.

Broad Brisbane River

This is a river beside the slow water flow, with a wide water surface of more than 700 meters. Half of the pier and plank roads extend into the water surface of 10 meters, spreading to both sides in a T-shaped shape.

Li Fushou and his party stopped here and pointed and talked about the upcoming Brisbane River Upper Terminal.

"...After the wharf is completed, a 10,000-ton ocean freighter can be used to access the Brisbane River from Molton Bay and arrive at the wharf. From then on, the Red River Valley Ranch is linked to markets around the world. North America, South America and East Asia are accessible and sent out our agricultural and animal husbandry and mining products, and bring the machinery and equipment needed and mining equipment, so that the Red River Valley Ranch truly becomes a basic agricultural and animal husbandry product processing and production base."

"Young Master, I am willing to follow the horse and be willing to work hard for the dog and horse."

"Shoutian, Asheng and Huaiyu. We Chinese are in this foreign country far away from the ocean. Only by joining together to grow and grow, can we not be bullied by ghosts, and not be cut off by ghosts. We will take root in this fertile land and build our own Chinese paradise."

Speaking of this, Li Fushou was deeply moved; "There are the largest number of gold mines in the Palmer River Basin, and the most rewarding is the most, but the income is very small. The vicious incidents of being bullied, beating, scolded, or even robbed gold sand are endless. Sporadic resistance is also severely suppressed, and we can only endure cruel oppression silently. Why?"

"Young master, I think they should have no backbone and no one of them takes the lead."

"What Morita said is right. It is not that the Chinese are not bloody and dare not resist, but because we are all a bunch of loose sand and become the fat sheep that white people want to ask for."

"Young Master, can you organize the Chinese gold diggers to fight them?"

Li Fushou shook his head silently, and Weiran sighed and said, "Asheng, the ghost guy has foreign guns and cannons in his hands, and there are steam iron armored ships with amazing lethality in the sea. He will never allow any Chinese to resist organizedly. Such a fate will only be a dead end."

This is not OK, and that is not bad. What should I do?

He Shoutian, Fan Asheng, Nan Huaiyu and Liu Shan looked at each other, because they could not get along with the following words because of their limitations of vision and thinking.

He didn't dare to ask the young master what to do, so he could only stare at him and remain silent.

These confidants actually don’t have much ideal. I feel that I am no longer happy now, so I’m living a little bit like this.

The topic was brought up by the young master, and everyone followed suit.

The tragic encounters of Chinese gold diggers are in their own way, and they go one by one. These confidants do not have any broad minds of compassion and broadness, but simply follow the young master's thinking.

Li Fushou also realized that the topic was dead and coughed lightly;

"We Chinese who have traveled across the ocean to Queensland have the same clan and vein, the same black hair and black eyes, and the same Chinese blood flow. We cannot completely let it go, so we will be bullied by ghosts!

So...

I want to develop the non-governmental organization "Hongmen" and serve as the mountain master. You are all divided into important positions and open the incense hall to recruit Chinese disciples.

We can't care about anything else, but the brothers in the sect were bullied by ghosts, so we try every means to seek justice."

"Young Master is indeed kind and righteous. I, Asheng, have nothing to say. We will do whatever you say."

"Okay, I'll listen to the young master."

"No problem, I've done it."

Several confidants applauded, and when did they not show their loyalty at this time, they were ready to do something.

After more than 5 months of getting along, everyone knows that the young master is a restless master, just like a wild horse without a bridle, always having to do something every now and then.

The young master is a very independent and resolute personality, so he can't persuade him. If he wants not to be abandoned, he can only follow him closely, and do whatever he wants!

It was to waste all this huge family business, and with the young master's superhuman vision, he could soon be re-turned.

After all, God is so kind to this vast land.

Even if you don’t do anything every day, you can knock a dozen stupid pheasants and hares on the field with a stick. There are so many big fish in the river and the fruits are abundant in the forest. You really can’t be hungry or frozen.
Chapter completed!