Chapter 59: I'll take a single call with you

On the eastern foothills of the Rocky Mountains, on the already yellow Colorado Plateau, a team of people were moving quickly along the foothills. There were about one or two hundred people, but there were nearly three or four hundred horses, twice as many as the people. Moreover, each horse was carrying almost a considerable amount of items. From a distance, you could see some horses' backs with black pots or objects like cow legs... Some horses even carried hay on their backs.

"What are those white men? In fact, they are all wood lumps, and they don't know how to find a way when they encounter problems... That winter, the railway was built to Nevada. How cold was it? You touched the shell of the machine bare hands, and a layer of skin fell down on the spot. You didn't feel it... It was that cold! It's not counting, it was still snowing, and the snow was three or four feet thick, which was still a small one, and the thickest place was more than ten feet... As a result, the things behind could not be transported, and the project could not be continued, so we could only stop. In the end, we Chinese workers paved a 37-mile ice and snow track for them and drove supplies directly on the snow. As a result, the transportation was restored, but also accelerated the project progress... We are all Guangdong people, and we have never seen snow. The engineers are so powerful, why can't we think of this method? "

I didn't stay in Gaimon Ranch for a long time, just one day. Then, Guo Jinzhang and others left leisurely in Obit Geimon's worried eyes with all the supplies they needed. For this reason, Obit Geimon breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't take the matter too seriously... So what if the horses of these yellow people are unknown? Nowadays, various criminal activities are prevalent in the United States, especially in the western region, and some cowboys are proud to be able to be compiled by the government. In comparison, the yellow people stole hundreds of horses... This should not be a serious crime. Besides, these people have left their own ranch, which means that their affairs have nothing to do with them, especially when they have sent them a hundred good horses, and they must become irrelevant.

Of course, Gaimon's idea was not among the concerns of Guo Jinzhang and others. After they left, they walked north for dozens of miles, then turned west, and then south... and circled a big circle. As for the reason, they all knew it.

"Uncle Hou, there are many people dead on Mount Nevada. Could it be that the white people insisted on staying in the snow and ice, right?" Liu Tongfu rode carefully on the horse, holding the reins tightly, and asked Hou Nan.

"Those white people are definitely not good things. We are exhausted to do it for them. What about those white workers? They are cheating all day long and make trouble. What's the result? They give it to them if they make trouble. We finally tried to ask them for extra money. The one named Clark actually asked his subordinates to take a gun at us... something." Hou Nan said hatefully.

"To put it bluntly, I'm still timid. If we had the courage we had today, we would have to be afraid of them? At worst, everyone would just give up their work. Look at whether those white people dare to shoot!" Qian Shide gently pinched his horse's belly and leaned over, snorting coldly.

"well……"

Thinking of what happened at the beginning, Guo Jinzhang couldn't help but sigh again. The team leader was in his thirties at the time, and among the young workers at the bottom, he was young and promising. He had no connections and did not give him a red ticket. He was done all by his own ability. Even the big guys in the company knew that he had the ability. He said he had hope to be promoted to the section chief at that time. He even heard that the factory office had written the appointment letter and could enter the management team immediately. However, he did not expect that because of this incident, he made a move for his "people in the jurisdiction" and was beaten to the end. Not to mention the section chief, he was gone even the original team leader...

"I am like this, let alone in other places in this tribe. Is it a mess? People don't even need to guide them, and they just kill a few 'thief's heads' and everything will be solved." Guo Jinzhang shook his head and sighed inwardly, then looked around, but just like that, he found that the surroundings were much quieter. Many people, including Hou Nan, Qian Shide, and Li Asheng, were staring at him blankly, with their eyes as if he was a rare animal giant panda...

"What's wrong? This is?"

Guo Jinzhang was inexplicably surprised.

"Jin Zhang, have you... recited the poem?"

"You still know poetry?"

"That's poetry?"

Everyone's eyes were strange, and Guo Jinzhang even felt a little furious. However, everyone quickly asked the questions in their hearts with one word and another. Guo Jinzhang finally understood why these people looked at him so strangely:

"Isn't it just a few lines of poetry? Is it necessary? There are no flowers on my face."

"What's this and that? I've been wondering..." Hou Nan rolled his eyes, "Jin Zhang, tell uncle, have you studied?"

"This..." I have really studied it, and I have been studying hard for more than ten years. As a result, I was unfortunately a junior college student because of my poor performance during the college entrance examination... Fortunately, I was a junior college student. If I were a undergraduate, I didn't even have any professional skills, and I might not be able to find a job after graduation. But then again, the undergraduate student in the factory where I was originally in was directly assigned to the cadre staff. If I had time, I would just take it! Although this opportunity is very difficult, it is very difficult to get a job!

Yes, but at least the chance of taking the civil servant exam is higher... Guo Jinzhang sucked his teeth and suddenly felt a little painful in his brain. When has it been, he still thought about the old almanac of the past? Besides, what if he got into undergraduate degree? The major is not right, and the factory won’t recruit it. Even if he recruits, it’s not his turn to graduate from a small undergraduate college, a good company and a good enterprise, at least he has to graduate from a key undergraduate degree. Only then has to be picky and choose, and how many numbers can he recruit in a year?

"That... When I was in my hometown, the village teacher eavesdropped several times during class." The past is gone, don't think about it, it's useless to think about it anymore, so it's better to be honest in front of you. Guo Jinzhang smacked his lips, feeling a little sad.

"Do you have a rural class?" Hou Nan's eyes flashed a little.

"Ah, there is..." Guo Jinzhang nodded.

"No, right." Chu Si suddenly came over and looked at him in disbelief. "I heard Changyi say before that your hometown is a ruined valley. Not to mention rural classes, there has never been any literate person around a hundred miles."

"Ah? Ah... my uncle is nonsense." Why did he say this? There is no one who can read hundreds of miles? Guo Jinzhang rolled his eyes. This bullshit Qing Dynasty, the foolish people are so stupid?

"Bad? Changyi is not the one who will come like this." Chu Si shook his head and said.

"Tell me, have you ever been to school?" Qian Shide slowly leaned over and asked sternly.

"Jin Zhang, are you really literate? Why haven't you ever seen me before?" Jian Wang asked with curiosity and some admiration. In addition to the few who spoke, the others, Liu Tongfu, Liang Zuying, and other Chinese workers also looked over, especially Li Asheng, who stared at Guo Jinzhang in a daze, and a hint of vigilance and...respect flashed in the corners of his eyes?

"What is the literacy? Is it rare to read?" Guo Jinzhang suddenly felt a little irritable, "Have you ever been to the county town? In that county town, you can just find a shop and catch an apprentice. Who can't read?"

"But they certainly don't know how to recite poems." Liu Tongfu shouted.

"I'm just a limerick, I'm just a likable poem." Guo Jinzhang was sweating secretly. I wonder if he would hold a diplomatic note in heaven if he heard this, and asked him to cross the border and thunder the sky in the jurisdiction of God. But thinking about the fact that God's believers have invaded China, I guess even if Du Fu really has a spirit in heaven, he would not be able to do this. If the believers are not powerful, the gods above them are probably the oppressed masters.

"Like poems? Like poems are also poems." Liang Zuying also said.

"Okay, okay, isn't it just a poem? Who is a Chinese, hasn't you heard a half sentence? Well? Is there anything strange about it?" Guo Jinzhang was a little annoyed. Isn't it just a poem? How big is it? It seems like there are so many things. What's going on?

"That's right, I can recite a poem too." Zhao Dachang seemed not very happy that Guo Jinzhang was in the limelight and said.

"Then what kind of poetry do you know? Anyway, this journey is boring. Come and think about it quickly, let everyone listen to it and learn more." Liu Tongfu said with a smile.

"Just read it, what's so great about it? Listen!" Zhao Dachang glanced at Guo Jinzhang and cleared his throat, "Listen, that... one, one, one..."

"Puff..." Liu Tongfu spit out directly.

"Hahaha, one after another? Good, nice, hahaha..." Jian Wang laughed as he patted the saddle.

"This is also called poetry?" Han Hu, who was riding side by side with Liang Zuying, stared at Zhao Dachang for a while, "I said Dachang, it's not like this that fooling people."

"What fooling around? What do you know? I just opened my head..." Zhao Dachang looked around unhappily, "I listen carefully: that... one after another, each of them has a sharp mouth. Mao Qian wants to fly far away, and his mouth is sharp and he wants to sing in a round way."

"good……"

With a "coaxing", Zhao Dachang finished his thoughts, and the Chinese workers who were already suspicious immediately changed their attitudes and applauded vigorously.

"Good poem." A Chinese worker even stretched out his thumb and raised his head towards Zhao Dachang.

"How do you know it's a good poem?" Liu Tongfu glanced over and asked.

"Anyway, it's a good poem. How smooth are you listening to this?" the man replied.

"...This is true." Liu Tongfu nodded in agreement.

"Jin Zhang, how do you think of this poem?" Li Asheng felt quite proud. He didn't expect that Zhao Dachang had such a skill... Most Chinese workers are illiterate and able to read, so they must be the leading figures among Chinese workers. Unfortunately, such people can count several palms in Chinese workers in the United States, which is pitiful. Among the more than 400 Chinese workers in Denver, there is not one. Even Hou Nan, the leader, occasionally helps everyone to keep accounts, uses some messy symbols. Except for himself, others basically cannot understand it. This is why Guo Jinzhang just said that he attracted everyone's attention. It was so rare. Li Asheng also started with the beginning.

He was shocked. If Guo Jinzhang really knew how to read, he would really doubt whether he could become the leader of everyone. After all, in the hearts of Chinese people, those who read are talented and should be born to be the leader. Although this is not absolute, Chinese workers have seen many things. They will not really push you to the top by just being illiterate or not. But Guo Jinzhang is not just ordinary literacy, but he can also lead everyone out of Denver, and he is literate and capable. No one in the entire city of Buddhists can compare with him. However, Zhao Dachang's move finally made him feel relieved. This is his own person. Is his ability to be able to compete with Guo Jinzhang?

"This poem should be a lilac poem, which sounds good." Guo Jinzhang smiled and looked at Zhao Dachang again. There are millions of Chinese poems, and he must have never heard of this poem. But this poem was made by this guy himself, right? If so, it would be really amazing. This is obviously a satirical mockery, a satirizing his slight mouth and incompetent, and with those one after another... it should be something like sparrows. Although it is just a lilac poem, it is also a singular expression here, and it is hidden deep.

"Brother Chang, did you write this poem yourself? It's amazing." Guo Jinzhang decided to give it a try.

"What do you mean? I said Jin Zhang, I didn't offend you, why are you scolding me?" Zhao Dachang was a little proud at first, and the applause from everyone made him a little fluttering, but as soon as Guo Jinzhang said this, he immediately sank his face.

"I, I didn't scold you." Guo Jinzhang was stunned. Didn't he just ask? Look at his face.

"I didn't scold me, then did you write your poem yourself?" Zhao Dachang shouted.

"No. I said, listen to people..." Guo Jinzhang looked at the sky carefully, and his voice became much smaller unconsciously: "Hu Li."

"Then I made this poem myself? Are you not Han Wu, I can't read, and I'm just a big-headed ghost?" Zhao Dachang was still angry.

"I, I don't mean that." Damn, it's because of this? Guo Jinzhang smiled bitterly. It's not his own, or his own. Even if others think it's his own, it's not good. If you think so, it's just deliberately disappointing me. I didn't expect that Zhao Dachang became so honest in this regard. He was so sensitive. Is this just a slap in the face of those experts and professors who are good at plagiarism in the future? His morality cannot even keep up with an illiterate Chinese worker, and he still has the face to call himself an intellectual?

"I said Dachang, where did you hear this poem from? Is this a sparrow?" Hou Nan asked.

"I heard people read it before, but I don't know if it's about sparrows. But it should be." Zhao Dachang didn't dare to show his face to Hou Nan and answered casually.

"What should be? It's obviously." Qian Shide shook his head, "One after another, that's a lot of numbers; his mouth is sharp and shallow, he can't fly far and sing round. He is not a sparrow, is he still a starling or an eagle?"

"Hehehe, Uncle De is right, it's obviously a sparrow." Liang Zuying said with a smile.

"I thought it was so great. It turned out that the sparrow was mentioned. How could this be as good as the one that Jin Zhang read?" Jian Wang curled his lips, "Listen, how domineering that Jin Zhang is? It's either a human or a horse, a bow or an arrow. Hehe, shooting sparrows is just a waste of talent."

"Awang, what do you mean?" Zhao Dachang suddenly glared at him, "You make it clear."

"What else should I explain it clearly? Hehe," Jian Wang smiled proudly, "The poem you read happened to hit the arrow of Jinzhang. Those sparrows you may have turned into roasted sparrows."

"Nonsense, what do you mean?" Unexpectedly, Jian Wang could still think of this. Guo Jinzhang was amused and crying when he heard it. However, what he didn't expect was that in his opinion, it was just a nonsensical comment, but it made Zhao Dachang very angry. As soon as Jian Wang finished speaking, he suddenly jumped off his horse and ran to the side and pretended:
Chapter completed!