Chapter 687 Skin color is the only criterion for testing white people!

On Election Day in Sacramento County, the sun is so vicious that it can make people lose their skin.

Outside the polling station, two 12-pound cannons were placed at the street entrance, with red ribbons wrapped around the muzzle, like some kind of festive decoration, but the black barrel clearly told everyone who came to vote - today's vote must be voted according to the rules.

The free California militia's gray cloth uniforms were washed white, and the bayonets shone cold in the sun. They stood outside the voting shed in groups of three or three, scanning every nearby voter with vigilance.

The scent of toast wafts out of the voting shed, and each voter who voted can receive a rye bread, three boiled eggs and a dollar bill.

"This is called the oral voting system." Xianfeng (Zhao Si) lifted the canvas curtain in the voting shed, and the hoarse voice of the vote monitor came from inside:

"The third district, James O'Neal, voted for William Smith!"

Lai Wenguang pinched a gilded pocket watch, and a cross from Zhenyouzi was tied to his bracelet, frowned: "These Irish miners... can really shout as we teach?"

"They can't read." Xianfeng put down the canvas curtain and said with a smile, "The ticket monitors will shout whatever they say. And after they shout, there will be bread, eggs and dollars. They will shout a few more times, and there will be food for a week!"

"Can you shout more?" Lai Wenguang was stunned, "Isn't it a person and a vote?"

Hong Renzheng took over the conversation with a smile: "One person has one vote at a time. You can vote again if you change the place!"

"This" Lai Wenguang asked, "Is this in compliance with the rules?"

"It's all!" Hong Renzheng smiled, "This is not something we really invented. They Americans, at least Americans here in California, have always done this!"

"The industrial states in the northeast of the United States are in better condition, and agricultural states in the south, central and western regions are all playing like this now." Xianfeng added, "The United States does not suppress annexation, agricultural states, especially the wealthy families in agricultural states that use black slave farming, all have an astonishing amount of land! At the same time, they firmly control state militias, county police, and law enforcement officers in towns. From top to bottom, all the wealthy families cover the sky." He smiled and said, "That group of local wealthy families are under control. How can this election be chosen? Could anyone dare to vote for the Republican candidates who advocate abolition of slavery under the guns of the Virginia men? Can you survive if you shout it out?"

Lai Wenguang suddenly realized: "No wonder the Americans use the verbal voting system. This is to make it easier to settle the accounts after autumn!" He thought for a while and asked again, "Where is the industrial state in the northeast?"

"The situation is better there," said Xianfeng. "Although the soldiers of the Industrial State are in the hands of local wealthy families, they are all their people. However, there are many immigrants in the Industrial State, and they join forces to run trade unions and gangs, and they also move the European struggle methods to the New World, so the old Americans in the Northeast Industrial State are a little uncontrollable."

Lai Wenguang smiled and said, "Isn't this a bit similar to California?"

Xianfeng shook his head: "It's not exactly the same. Those old Europeans can be served when they come, but we haven't served it completely yet!"

"San Francisco County, unanimously support Smith!"

"Nevada County, 98% support rate!"

The sound of the singing voices rang from morning to dusk, and the entire Sacramento County seemed to be pushed by some invisible force, moving towards the established result.

As the sun sets over the state capitol full of bullet holes, interim Speaker Patrick O'Leary, a red-nosed Irish True Joseph priest, raised the stats with his trembling hands:

"William Smith is elected governor!"

"The power of the state is supreme!"

"Long live freedom!"

Cheers resounded throughout the state capitol. Murita's Mexican wide-brimmed hat flew into the air - he is now a member of the Democratic state republic, and has also appointed a state House speaker. He will be elected as a federal representative by the election next year!

Catholic Irish union president Carney's straight suit was sprinkled with champagne - he had just opened himself a bottle of expensive French champagne to celebrate his election as a state senator and he would be elected as the speaker in a later date. By the way, he is a Democrat!

Lelan Stanford stood in the corner to sort out his silk bow tie, and his new position was Lieutenant Governor, and like William Smith, he was a Republican.

California is now a state where Democrats control the parliament, Republicans control the government, and a typical swing state. In the next general election, California’s four electoral votes may be given to the Republican Party and the Democratic Party. Who is given to it depends on how Xianfeng and the bigwig of the two parties are talking about?

Mark Hopkins, Collis Huntington, and Charles Crocker, who are the heads of the four major families in California, and Charles Crocker, who are both elected as justices of the California Supreme Court. There are 5 justices in the California Supreme Court, two of whom are from Central California, two are from Northern California and one is from Southern California. They are all elected and have a term of six years. Now the Free California militia has controlled the densely populated Central California and Northern California, so they can naturally win all four justice seats. However, one of the justices elected by the Bay Area is originally a true conspiracy and there is no need to replace them.

The reason why the True Dealers arranged for the bosses of three California wealthy families to be judges was of course to let them represent the white wealthy families in California to set the only criterion for testing white people?

Three days later, Assistant Justice Mark Hopkins pretended to raise the magnifying glass. Xianfeng rolled up his sleeves, and his forearms were dazzlingly white against the robe. "I think Mr. Zhao Si's skin is whiter than the Alps Snow Peak!" Hopkins' voice was like a bell.

Another assistant justice, Collis Huntington, immediately opened the U.S. Constitution and the Naturalization Act and announced loudly: "According to our sacred Constitution, everyone is born equal! And according to the Naturalization Act, only free white people can be naturalized, and the Naturalization Act does not explicitly state what white people are? According to the Constitutional principles, I believe that the standard for judging white people should be equal to everyone, only the color of the skin!"

The Chief Justice Charles Crocker, who has aggravated the High Court, raised his hammer and knocked it out: "According to the Constitution, the Naturalization Law and the undeniable facts - that is, Zhao Si's skin is white enough! Therefore, this seat ruled that Zhao Si is a free white man and meets the conditions for naturalization!"

"Crazy"

Thunderous applause rang in the hall of the California High Court. The white supremacy of the United States has finally had a judicial explanation about what white people are! This is really a historic moment!

On the steamship back, Hong Renzheng's yellow robe and Lai Wenguang's red robe were both blown by the river wind - they are now white Americans! They are also white enough! According to the judicial interpretation of free white people given by the California Supreme Court, skin color is the only criterion for testing white people, and of course they are white people.

"There are still 60,000 Chinese in Oregon, and 57,000 Chinese in Washington Territory," Xianfeng leaned against the ship's side. "Before next year's general election, they must make their skin 'white'."

Hong Renzheng smiled and said, "Let the judges in Oregon and Washington Territory look at the magnifying glass. If it really doesn't work, they can still be naturalized in California!"

Lai Wenguang asked a little worriedly: "Brother Zhao, can we really recognize this in Washington?"

Xianfeng snorted: "It depends on our means and determination. We are not afraid of the Federation. Just don't push the states and Federation on the East Coast together!"

Hong Renzheng patted Xianfeng on the shoulder: "Brother Zhao Si, it depends on you. You are the plethora of our True Talk!"

In the officers' club at the San Diego Fortress, whale oil lamp casts Sherman's shadow on the yellowed chart.

Brigadier General Charles Montgomery, commander of the Pacific Squadron, looked as if he was blushing, and his fingers were poking repeatedly in the San Francisco Bay, as if he wanted to cut the place off the map.

"My 'Sasquehanna'..." Brigadier General Montgomery suddenly grabbed the brandy bottle and poured it hard, "They must have used the armored ship! The British taught them the armored ship!"

Former Secretary of State William Holden held a copy of the Daily California newspaper and his lips were trembling slightly with anger.

"Those traitors of the Supreme Court," he hissed, "he actually said that the yellow-skinned monkeys were white! They actually said that the only criterion for testing white people is to look at the color of the skin."

William Eckert, commander of the California Federal Army, suddenly slapped the table, shaking the cup and saucer on it, and said: "The only five counties in California are left in Los Angeles, San Diego, San Bernardino, San Barbara, and San Luis Obis are still under federal law. Are those masters on the East Coast blind? Where are the reinforcements?"

A depressed sob came from the corner. Sherman turned to see a young staff officer wiping his tears - the child's father and two brothers died at the Battle of the Sacramento River.

"Cry!" Sherman kicked over the rattan chair, "I will go to Washington tomorrow! Even if I beg on my knees, I will ask for the federal army!"

Brigadier General Montgomery raised the chart drunk:

"Let the Admiralty transfer ten ironclad ships... no, twenty! I will bomb San Francisco into purgatory!"

The Pacific Ocean waves outside the window slammed the shore, and the sound of waves drowned out all the sounds, including his drunken words. Now the U.S. Admiralty does not even have a single ironclad ship.

At three o'clock in the morning, Sherman's carriage ran over the empty dock - Brigadier General Montgomery had sent all his ships to patrol the coast of the San Francisco Bay, but he could only patrol for a while and could not do anything else. Unless the federal government announced that the newly elected California authorities were the enemy of the country.

When the whistle of the Golden Gate cruise ship tear through the night sky, the man who vowed to burn out the Chinese farm suddenly remembered that the East Coast politicians, who are most concerned about now, are probably the 1860 election, and there are also tariffs, abolitions, state powers and other things. This country cannot continue like this, it needs truly strong leadership!

Sherman touched the carved gun handle of the revolver, which was engraved with the Sherman family motto:

“Victory or death.”
Chapter completed!