NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 607 Plague
"I'm willing to admit defeat. There's no need to look sad."
In the yard of Rockefeller's mansion in Terry City, a suburb of New York, Big-Nosed Morgan joked with Rockefeller, who was pruning some green plants.
"Who told you that I lost? I am not dead yet. Even if I die, my son is not dead yet!" Rockefeller said angrily, holding the scissors.
"You are a deadbeat." Morgan found a chair in the yard and sat down.
The two old men, who combined were over one hundred and twenty years old, were bickering.
In the eyes of outsiders, the financial tycoon is a tyrant with a bad temper and poor rhetoric; the oil tycoon is serious and unspeakable.
But in private, the two people have another side.
Especially as you get older.
"By the way, why have you been holding on to Chen Jianqiu?" Morgan asked with some confusion, "It's obvious that he is a quarrel, so why bother? Isn't it good to make money together?"
"Are you here to be his lobbyist?" Rockefeller asked angrily.
"Hey, they are so victorious now, so why do they need me to be a lobbyist?" Morgan used his own words to stir up the oil tycoon's nerves, "I'm just curious."
"If he gains power, we will all be doomed." Rockefeller straightened up and repeatedly looked at a green plant he had just pruned. "Not only will we be doomed, but our descendants will also be doomed."
"Don't be so sure," Morgan said.
Just then, a maid appeared at the entrance to the garden.
"Master, it's time to go to church for worship." She said respectfully, "The car has been prepared for you."
Rockefeller changed his clothes, and the two of them walked out of the mansion.
A Ford Model T parked at the gate.
"You also bought Chen Jianqiu's car?" Morgan laughed dumbly.
"Didn't you buy it?" Rockefeller glanced at him angrily, "I would like to buy one produced by myself, but the people under my command are useless."
In the corner of the yard, there is an identical "T" model car parked.
Rockefeller climbed into his car.
He thought for a moment, then turned back, and Morgan said with a serious expression:
"The reason why I made this judgment is that neither Chen himself nor most of his ethnic group are religious."
"Their beliefs are different from ours. They are pagans. This can never be reconciled!"
From ancient times to the present, if there is a conflict of interest when it comes to issues of faith in this world, it will really be a river of blood.
For example, the Crusades, another example, the Thirty Years' War, and so on.
This kind of thing will not change because of the development of technology.
People always like to impose some of their own ideas on others.
Freedom of belief is not as simple as talking about it.
When McKinley officially began his second term in office, there was a brief lull between the two factions of the Republican Party.
Both sides are busy with their own affairs.
Until something happened and things changed.
Texas West State Border, Fort Stockton.
Compared with New Mexico, which is lined with factories next door, this place is much more traditional and is still dominated by animal husbandry.
About ten years ago, the first batch of Chinese crossed the state border and came here to buy land and settle.
Life is not only about guns and factories, but also about cattle, sheep and distant places.
Unlike New Mexico, Texas has many more populists and their views are more extreme.
The local residents obviously do not welcome the arrival of Chinese people, even though they all have American citizenship and have purchased land.
They formed an organization called the "Anti-Invasion Alliance" and found local Chinese leaders in the hope that the Chinese would leave.
The local Chinese leader is Lin Sanshan. He was previously a squad leader in Chen Jianqiu's Longxiang group. Later he got married and planned to find a farm or ranch to live a more leisurely life.
Chen Jianqiu was very supportive of his choice. At the same time, he also gave him a settling-in allowance because he had stayed with him for a long time.
With this person as the leader, the white people who came to the door suddenly found that things were a little tricky.
Different from the previous stereotype of being dull, honest, and unarmed, these Chinese all carry guns.
The result of the negotiation is that there is no result.
Lin Sanshan couldn't figure out why these white people still wanted to cause trouble when he bought the land.
So he and the Chinese people who came here decisively refused.
Texas is also a place rich in martial arts. After all, it was also the first to independently fight the Mexicans with real swords and guns for a period of time.
A fight broke out on both sides.
Then, the local white people discovered the second "surprise."
These Chinese seemed to have received military training and were well-organized in their defense.
The whites lost three consecutive battles, paying the price of 5 dead and 8 injured, while the Chinese suffered no casualties.
Local residents took the Chinese to a San Antonio court for intentional homicide.
In the absence of the defendants, the court sentenced several Chinese to hanging.
However, the verdict was granted, but the court stated that it did not have enough police force to enforce the verdict.
Residents of Fort Stockton! Now you are righteous! Go and bring the thugs to justice yourself.
But the problem is that they can't be beaten, and the governor has no plans to activate the state militia.
A high bounty is on the line.
But the Chinese here are very united, and neither the police chief nor the bounty hunter has the guts to go into the Chinese settlement and arrest people.
So, in the end, it was settled.
Ten years have passed, and more and more Chinese people live in Fort Stockton.
However, the relationship between local whites and Chinese has not improved at all.
The residences on both sides divide Fort Stockton in two, and the two sides have never been in contact with each other.
One morning in 1900.
The first rays of sunshine from Fort Stockton shone on the streets of the Chinese settlement.
Lin Sanshan was wearing a gray cloth mandarin jacket and strolling along the street as usual.
There were not many people who got up early on the road, but everyone who saw Lin Sanshan would say hello to him.
As a Chinese leader who has led this neighborhood for ten years, his prestige here is unparalleled.
Lin Sanshan was very pleased to see the shop owners who were removing the door panels in preparation for opening.
At least he lived up to Mr. Chen's expectations.
Suddenly, a young man wearing a vest ran out from the street corner and ran in front of Lin Sanshan.
He was breathing heavily and looking a little panicked.
Lin Sanshan looked him up and down and frowned:
"What happened? Are you in a panic?"
"Huang, the second aunt of the Huang family's condition has not improved at all. On the contrary, it has worsened. She has black herpes all over her body. She is about to die!"
Lin Sanshan was shocked:
It is indeed 'nucleolar disease'!
The so-called 'nuclear disease' refers to the bubonic plague, the Black Death that once shocked the whole world.
"Apart from his family, does anyone else have contact with him?" Lin Sanshan asked with a serious expression.
The man shook his head:
"Following your instructions, she has been isolated alone, and the family members taking care of her are also very careful. She has not shown any similar symptoms at present."
Lin Sanshan nodded:
"In the morning, please stop busy with other things and organize the extermination of rats! Use quicklime to disinfect them. In addition, if you can go back to your own farm or pasture, just go back and don't join in the fun!"
Plague continued to appear from time to time in the late nineteenth century.
Occasional cases have occurred in Juarez and Roswell due to frequent population movements.
But Chen Jianqiu responded quickly.
After learning the news, they immediately took measures to isolate the pathogen and at the same time disinfected the environment around the source, so it did not cause widespread spread.
As Chen Jianqiu's former subordinate and main executor of policies, Lin Sanshan is familiar with all operations.
The Chinese in the town quickly took action.
They put on masks and began to deal with every corner of their residence.
In the end, except for the second aunt of the Huang family who was infected at the beginning and did not survive, no one else was infected.
The local white people living next door also noticed the strange movement here.
The white mayor sent people to observe closely to find out what happened.
Then, they saw Lin Sanshan and others who were wearing masks and cremating the body of the second aunt of the Huang family.
In fact, Chinese people in the United States are still accustomed to burial, but according to Chen Jianqiu, emergency measures should be used in emergency situations.
When the plague broke out in Juárez, he burned the corpses of some twenty infected people.
Therefore, there is an unwritten rule on the southwest border:
Normally, burial is still supported as long as the family can find a place; but in special moments such as the epidemic, cremation is necessary.
In Lin Sanshan's view, this was nothing unusual.
But in the eyes of the white man who was secretly watching, it was like a catastrophe was coming.
He stumbled back to the chapel.
"The devil, the devil has come to the world! Those yellow-skinned, yellow-skinned Chinese, plague, plague is spreading among them!"