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 and said with a complicated look on his face.

He lives here, how can he not belong here?

There are only memories about this place. There is no warmth or memories, only suffering and pain. The barren life makes people breathless.

The streets are paved with square bricks, lined with various tables or vendors with cloths spread on the ground.

When I looked up, I saw that all the signboards I could see were written in Chinese, which made me feel very friendly.

Crossing the asphalt pavement and stepping onto the streets paved with square bricks, a strong sense of history came to him, as if he was in another world again at this moment.

"No need to follow." He asked the bodyguard to stay outside and wait for him. The little elk pretended not to hear and followed him, and Li Zitao pretended not to have seen him.

"How many compatriots do we have here now?" Looking at the curious and awed eyes around him, Li Zitao showed a kind smile.

"About 20,000," Zhang Yuanzang said as he followed.

"So many?" Li Zitao was a little surprised.

"I was sold here to mine for gold more than ten years ago. There were not so many people laying the railways, just a thousand people. Later, they didn't get married and had children, and the children grew up and got married.

In addition, some fools in China want to come here to make a fortune, thinking that this place is full of gold, hehe..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuanzang couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Isn't he one of those fools?

Why did he believe what those people said so wholeheartedly in the first place!

"San Francisco, there is gold everywhere. Just pick up a piece and you can become a big landowner there."

His head felt hot and Zhang Yuanzang, who had not had enough to eat at home, patted his head and embarked on a stowaway journey.

Riding the wind and waves, no, it was a wandering journey. During the long sea voyage, more than a dozen of the fellow villagers who came with me died, and their bodies were directly thrown into the sea for sharks.

There was a man who wanted to snatch his wife's body back, so he was shot to death by the crew with a shotgun.

The chest felt as if it had been smashed through by iron sand, and blood kept pouring out. The blood was also accompanied by minced meat, just like the stuffing of dumplings crushed during the New Year when I was a child.

After finally arriving in San Francisco, I didn't see the gold-filled paradise, but a group of people were chased around by white guys.

He didn't know it at first and thought they were officers and soldiers, but now Zhang Yuanzang knew that those people were human traffickers and that he was arresting them in order to sell them to mining and railway companies.

Some people were arrested and some were beaten to death, because Zhang Yuanzang, who was hiding, heard several gunshots and the sound of people screaming.

He was quite lucky. He managed to break into Chinatown after fumbling and managed to save his life with the help of his compatriots.

We slept and ate in the open along the way, eating moldy food that the crew did not want. Those who managed to reach the shore alive were almost inhuman.

If it weren't for Zhang Yuanzang, who was a young boy with a relatively strong body, he probably wouldn't have made it to the shore and would have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

In a blink of an eye, 12 years have passed, and he, a half-grown man, has reached his thirties. With a little cleverness and tact, he doesn't have to worry about his livelihood.

But other things can only be thought about in dreams.

For people like them, dreaming is the happiest thing in their lives. As soon as they lie down on the bed and close their eyes, everything they want is available.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang." The suddenly raised voice finally called Zhang Yuanzang back.

"Scream, scream, scream, be gentle." Looking at the middle-aged man wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket in front of him, Zhang Yuanzang muttered unhappily.

"Hey, you are daydreaming. The person who came with you has left. You are still standing here. Tell me, what are you dreaming about? Do you have any gold?"

The other party was not annoyed, he crossed his hands in his sleeves and asked happily.

"What?" Looking back, Li Zitao beside him was indeed gone. Zhang Yuan screamed: "Oh, my dear!"

After saying that, Sayazi ran forward.

"Noble? The Qing Dynasty is gone. Where did the noble come from? Besides, this noble is a woman!" The middle-aged man in a big coat shrank his neck, muttered, and returned to the meat stall, waiting to come to the door.

Customers who come to buy meat.

Li Zitao has now 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.

Chinese people wearing cloth shoes, white socks, long trousers, and long gowns can also be seen everywhere.

It's like there is an invisible wall between the two, living on the same plane but with little communication.

There are also small stalls selling Tang Dynasty and Yangchun noodles on the street. A white cloth is hung above the head, and one side is tied to a nail in the corner. Two bamboo poles are stretched out and one end is stretched out. Below is a charcoal stove, a square table and a small horse.

Li Zitao became interested, sat on the pony and said, "Auntie, let me have two bowls of Yangchun noodles."

"Good!" the lady who was busy said without looking back.

On the other hand, the little girl who was helping at the stall looked at him with some curiosity. The little elk following him was very eye-catching.

There are no foreigners coming to Chinatown these days, except for the occasional agency recruiting workers.

As for those who came with the Chinese, that was even more rare.

Being looked at like monkeys by the surrounding diners, the little elk didn't even notice.

Her beautiful eyebrows were curved into crescents, she held the chopsticks in her palms and looked at the pot of noodles with relish, showing the performance of an authentic foodie.

"Here comes the noodles, please take your time." Clear soup, white noodles, with two or three leaves of chopped green onion the size of rice grains sprinkled on top, and two green vegetables floating next to it.

I picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The noodles were smooth and elastic, and the taste was very light.

It's okay to eat it occasionally, but if you eat it often, it will taste like a bird in your mouth. It's not as delicious as described in the novel.

"Boss, is there a fork here?" After a long time of effort, the little elk didn't even pick up a single noodle.

I wanted to use chopsticks as sticks to roll it up, but found that the noodles were too thin and slippery to be rolled up at all, and the eager eater kept swallowing his saliva.

"Open your mouth." Li Zitao picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

A satisfied smile immediately appeared on the little elk's face, and its beautiful big eyes narrowed into slits.

Looking back, he suddenly found that the diners around him had their eyes widened, looking at him as if he was seeing a ghost.

"Why don't you just feed the foreign ladies some noodles?" Thinking of the single nights occasionally held in District 22, Li Zitao thought it was time to take them to experience them.

The tall white hot girls at the party will follow you willingly as long as they look at each other.

I don’t know how many bachelors have tried the thrill of conquering the United States.
Chapter completed!