Chapter 3: The Siege of Thousands of White People ()

Guo Jinzhang didn't know why he cried. In addition, his psychological age was already past thirty years in Denver. Logically, he should have passed the age of sentimentality and should have roughly understood the meaning of life and death... Although he may not be able to understand his own life and death, the life and death of others should not affect his mood. However, he still cried...

"We don't know what's going on!"

Hou Nan, a native of Guangdong, is like many fellow villagers from Guangdong and Fujian. Due to various reasons, he left his hometown and came to the United States. He can be regarded as an old senior among American Chinese workers. He has been here for more than sixteen years. In the past sixteen years, he has never returned home or sent a letter to his home... It's not that he doesn't want to, but that there is no one in the family! The only elder brother named Hou Dong is said to have also been shaved off by the legendary "Zengzhang" because of his participation in the bandit. As for why Brother Hou went from Guangdong to the north to join the Taiping Army, the Chinese workers would not ask, and it's meaningless, right? Because he has been in the United States for a long time, naturally, Hou Nan became the leader of all Chinese workers in Denver. Although he has not passed the election or the like, he is the default leader of everyone.

"Everyone is busy with their own work today, and those white people suddenly rushed over, thousands of people..." Hou Nan squatted to the edge of the bed, and his hands like dry bark gently tucked Guo Changyi's quilt, but his lips couldn't help trembling: "I don't know what's going on, they rushed over and hit us when they caught us... Changyi was standing in front at that time, so..."

"How many thousand?" Guo Jinzhang raised his face in confusion, "How many thousand do you say?"

"Jin Zhang, this is true!" A young man squeezed out from the crowd. His name was Jian Wang, who was one of the junior Chinese workers who had only come to the United States in recent years. Denver, who came to Guo Jinzhang, had the best relationship on weekdays. When he saw Guo Jinzhang, he hurriedly stood up and helped explain: "At that time, the white people were almost filled with the places we lived in... They were unreasonable and rushed up... and set fire. The small shop that Uncle Hou opened was almost burned!"

"Impossible," Guo Jinzhang's mind was not very clear, but he instinctively felt that this was not very real. "Thousands of people? Even if those white people don't like us, how could they just call thousands of people at once? How old is Denver? How many people are there in total? They are all fine?"

"Jin Zhang, why are we doing you?" Hou Nan wiped the tears from his face, "What a big deal? Not only were everyone beaten, but they even had their belongings robbed and smashed, and some of them were burned... They all lost their entire family! Can this be misleading?"

"Spend all your money?" Guo Jinzhang looked at everyone in shock, and tears were hanging on his face and had no time to wipe it: "Is this true? They really did this?... Why?"

"Why? We are so destined to be a Chinese!" Hou Nan kept pounding his chest, "We can't beat others! We have so many people! We have so many fists!"

"Then you didn't resist..." Guo Jinzhang suddenly roared loudly: "Just just watch my uncle be beaten to death?"

"Who said we didn't fight?" A tall man suddenly rushed out from behind Hou Nan, "Who isn't one of them beats several times? But can we beat them? They are three or four thousand, but we are only a little over four hundred in total, how can we fight?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." Guo Jinzhang suddenly jumped up: "It must be you, it must be you... it must be you hiding behind. You are timid and afraid of the foreigners fighting with you, so they watched my uncle be beaten to death, right?"

"Bang..."

A loud slap made Guo Jinzhang's mouth bleed! But even so, Hou Nan was still angry: "Changyi is our brother. The first day he came to the United States was to follow me, from the desert, to Dona Pass, back to San Francisco, and then to Colorado... For more than ten years, I will watch him be beaten to death?... Jinzhang, I know your uncle is dead, you feel uncomfortable, but you can't bury me like this, and we brothers... I tell you, there are no cowards here, so what about Americans? So what if they have more than us? Just fight... It's too big to die. Who among the people here has never seen a dead person? What's there to be afraid of?"

Guo Jinzhang couldn't speak because he saw the big bruised and swollen part of Hou Nan's face, and the corners of his eyes that were still seeping blood... And not only Hou Nan, but everyone present could see some scars on his body. Many people were still covered in blood, and some even had their clothes torn.

"sorry……"

Guo Jinzhang lowered his head. He knew that these people would not lie, and there was no need to lie... They were really those white people! They were really those white people who took action... Three or four thousand people, a small half of the white people in Denver, all together, fought against them, just four hundred Chinese workers!

"They have already prepared and are waiting for us to take action this day!"

Hou Nan did not blame Guo Jinzhang. Chinese workers have been getting harder and harder in recent years. Who is holding their breath? They do the cheapest and dirty work, but they are still beaten to the door and blamed for robbing their jobs... Those white people are simply using them Chinese workers as punching bags! Now, thousands of people are coming to the door together...

But what can he do?

The Chinese are cheap! Whether in their hometown, the Qing Dynasty or the United States, who cares about the lives of Chinese people? He has been in the United States for 16 years. In the past 16 years, he has seen more than 200 Chinese workers die in the years when he built the railway. Some of them froze to death, and some were smashed to death due to engineering accidents... One of them is Hou Bei, who is his younger brother... But who cares? Even he himself is used to death as his own people!

"Jinzhang, I feel sorry for you!"

This day was October 31, 1880.

Guo Jinzhang didn't know that this day was the most famous day in the history of Chinese workers' blood and tears. The same thing happened in the time and space where he was originally... Thousands of white people gathered together and suddenly attacked the Chinese settlement in Denver. More than 400 Chinese workers were beaten, and one Chinese worker was beaten to death. The Chinese worker lost 50,000 US dollars!

In 1880, one life, and fifty thousand dollars!

Not to mention that human life is priceless, the amount of 50,000 US dollars alone is just a different amount of 5 million or even 50 million US dollars in the 21st century!

But this does not mean that Chinese workers are rich! This is just because the lifestyle of Chinese workers is different from those white people... They have worked in the United States for more than ten years, some even twenty years, and eat the worst food and live in the worst place, just to save a little money. And what about white people? Some eat and some drink... White people like to spend money, but Chinese workers like to save money! Why is it for saving money? For the relatives in their hometown, to go home one day to live a good life, of course, there are also like Guo Changyi, in order to one day buy a piece of land in a small place in the United States where there are few people in the United States and no anti-Chinese behavior, and live a stable life! For this simple wish, Chinese workers try their best to save as much as possible, but even so, for more than ten years, each of them has only been saved by 180 dollars, but it is only a white man’s salary for two or three months.

However, no white people paid attention to the Chinese workers' ideas, no white people cared about how the Chinese workers' wealth came from, and no white people noticed the Chinese workers' daily food, clothing, housing and use... They only know one thing: Chinese workers are shabby on the surface, but they are rich!

How did this money come from? The white people never think that if they were frugal like Chinese workers, they could accumulate much more wealth than Chinese workers in less than a year or even half a year. In the white people, the money should have been theirs and their work income, but they were all "robbed" by Chinese workers!

However, those politicians, the editors of newspapers and radio stations who shouted "equality and freedom" all day long, ignored their due responsibilities and would only shift these responsibilities to Chinese workers. However, no one has ever said that all Chinese workers in the United States have only a few tens of thousands of people. How can they take away the work of millions of white Americans?

"Uncle, go slowly!"

On November 1st, it was still the same courtyard. Guo Changyi's body was lying quietly on a pile of dry firewood piles. Guo Jinzhang held a torch in his hand and stood silently... After the wave of anti-Chinese defence began, white people treated Chinese workers more and more harshly. The Denver Municipal Government even more truly believed that yesterday's incident was a troublemaker. Someone scolded them and refused to be buried on American land. Therefore, Chinese workers could only hold cremation.

"Jin Zhang, let's do it..."

Hou Nan stood on the side of Guo Jinzhang and said sadly. Guo Changyi left, but he didn't feel much. What's the difference between being beaten to death and the brothers who died when the Pacific Railway was built? Those brothers were either frozen to death or smashed to death in an accident... But in the final analysis, they were still forced to death by those Americans?

"Uncle Hou, why should we Chinese workers be bullied like this?"

Guo Jinzhang threw the torch onto the pile of firewood. Seeing the flames rising higher and higher, gradually submerging Guo Changyi's body, he suddenly asked Hou Nan.

"Who told us that we don't have foreign guns and cannons? If we can't beat others, of course we can only be bullied! Whoever has a big fist and who says we can walk sideways. This principle is the same everywhere we go!" Hou Nan sighed deeply.

"Even a big Qing Dynasty cannot deal with foreigners. The army of hundreds of thousands of people in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can't defeat a foreign gun team. What's the use of us?" A small old man who was equally thin shook his head and sighed.

"But I don't think so!" Guo Jinzhang was very plain and could not see any expression. "The reason why those white people always bully us is because they think we don't have to worry about the consequences..."

"What does it mean?" asked the old man.

"It's just... they don't have to be responsible for doing bad things or be punished, so they naturally won't think about doing good things."

"Jin Zhang, what do you mean?" Hou Nan felt that Guo Jinzhang seemed to have something in his words.

"Nothing interesting!"

Guo Jinzhang replied lightly, continuing to stare at the increasingly prosperous fire... The flames had risen, and Guo Changyi's body could no longer be seen. Seeing that he didn't want to say anything more, Hou Nan and others didn't say anything... What else can I say? But at this moment, a group of figures suddenly appeared outside the simple wooden door!

"Click!"

The wooden door was kicked open!

"Borg?" Hou Nan looked at the people who suddenly appeared in surprise, especially the tall white man with a golden police seal hanging on his chest, "What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!