(It’s the third update today, wow! New books are difficult! Please collect and recommend! Please rest assured that this book will not abuse the owner... it will not be entangled. Some only one person or a group of people put aside everything and pursue

A dream story!)

Chinatown, on the surface, seems to be a place where Chinese people gather, but in fact it is their "refuge", but even here the Chinese continue to suffer. Here, they will also be stoned.

When attacked by blocks, the vegetable cart would be overturned, and sometimes people would still pull their pigtails.

For many Chinese immigrants, they have lived their whole lives in the crowded and narrow neighborhoods of Chinatown, never stepping outside the boundaries of the white world. It is in Chinatown that Chinese immigrants, under special circumstances,

A unique immigrant culture has been brewed with a special psychological state. It can be said that Chinatown is another hometown they built in the United States. Only there can they raise their heads and speak loudly, talk and laugh. Only here can they

Only then will you feel a little more comfortable, free and confident.

This is Chinatown!

Walking in Chinatown, Li Zicheng looked at the compatriots around him who were cutting off their braids or planting five-color national flags outside shop doors. He looked at the compatriots wearing long robes and mandarin jackets but wearing suits outside. They were his.

Compatriots!

Occasionally seeing photos of Sun Yat-sen and others hanging on street shops, Li Zicheng couldn't help but sigh that the timing of his arrival was wrong. If it had been one day earlier, he might have met Sun Yat-sen and others who came to New York from Denver after the Wuchang Uprising.

Maybe you can have a relationship with this founding father, maybe...

Thinking that he was only half a day away from him, Li Zicheng couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. If it hadn't been for his identity and the delay in Port Jackson Wilson, maybe he would have been able to meet the founding father. You have to know that he came to New York Grand Central Station.

At that time, he had just boarded the cruise ship bound for London from the pier.

"I'm in London now!"

"Master, would you like to find a carriage?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice came from beside him. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who had been following Li Zicheng said respectfully.

"Ah Si, go find a carriage!"

It's still a long way to go from Chinatown to Waltham, not to mention that I don't even know how to get there.

"Yes, Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Si ran towards the street like flying. Li Zicheng couldn't help but smile when he saw Ah Si, who was wearing a gray suit and a peaked cap, walking through the crowd.

A week ago, with the help of Captain Thomas Lee, I finally got out of "bail" and had to leave Florida and take the train to New York. At the Chinese Association in New York's Chinatown, I met Ah Si, who had smuggled himself to the United States from China.

, a young man who originally wanted to reunite with his father, but his father died of illness two years ago. Unaccompanied, he has been working as a helper in Chinatown, and he, who is also unaccompanied, also needs a follower who is familiar with New York. Everything

It's almost all natural.

Within minutes, Ah Si pulled up to the side of the road with a Western-style hard-covered carriage driven by a Chinese.

"Master! The carriage has arrived."

Nodding and getting into the carriage, Li Zicheng gave instructions to Ah Si.

"Go to Wall Street!"

The carriage walked slowly on the streets of Manhattan, looking at the carriages and cars crisscrossing the narrow streets outside the carriage, and at the passers-by wearing coats and top hats.

"This is Manhattan in 1911!"

Looking at Manhattan in front of him, Li Zicheng could not find the "cement forest" or "standing city" that he had seen before. In Manhattan Island, which was later known as the symbol of the United States, he could not see the rows of skyscrapers either.

building,

However, at this time, New York was already the most prosperous city in the world at this time. Manhattan Island is bustling with people. Because there are thousands of construction projects in New York every year, the streets of New York are piled with building materials, and the traffic congestion is far worse.

In New York in the 21st century, the only thing that can give Li Zicheng some sense of familiarity is probably the brownstone buildings that dominate New York's urban landscape.

In this era, New York is in an era of vigorous development, an era of luxury and taste, and a golden age that makes the ideal new rich excited.

"It's a pity that this place only belongs to white people!"

Thinking of his experience of being sprayed by customs in Atlanta, and if Captain Thomas Lee had not vouched for him and even paid a $500 deposit, he was afraid that he would be thrown into jail as soon as he landed. Li Zicheng sighed in his heart, the United States in this era

It is by no means a paradise, at least for a yellow-skinned Asian, it is not "beautiful" here.

Casting his gaze to Ah Si sitting opposite, Li Zicheng asked with a smile.

"Ah Si, have you ever thought about returning to China?"

The young master's question stunned Ah Si, and the words "return to the country" made his eyes flash with a strange look.

"You can't even dream of it, who wants to be bullied by foreign devils here, but..."

If I had the money to return to China, I would have returned home long ago. Why do I still stay in the United States and be angry and bullied?

"A third-class ticket costs one hundred and twenty-six dollars!"

After saying this, Ah Si fell silent and looked at the young master. The young master gave him 30 US dollars a month. If the young master could hire him for a few months, he might be able to...

"Master, it would be better if you came a day earlier!"

"Um?"

Ah Si's words made Li Zicheng stunned. Why would he have come a day earlier?

"I went there when Mr. Sun gave a lecture at the guild hall, and Mr. Sun said..."

When Ah Si was talking, Li Zicheng noticed a trace of expectation in his eyes.

"say what?"

"Mr. Sun said that the Wuchang Uprising was successful, the whole country responded to the uprising, and the fall of the Qing Dynasty was just around the corner. Soon the revolution would be successful, the country would be a republic, and China would be strong. Then foreign devils would not dare to bully us! Everyone said so,

If the revolution is successful, the Han people will be the masters of the country, and the country will naturally become stronger, and our lives in foreign countries will be easier!"

Ah Si's words silenced Li Zicheng. Is this really the case? Perhaps for these people in a foreign country, this is a simple expectation, but what is the reality? Has the revolution been successful?

It must equal strength.

What will be waiting for China in the next few decades?

Thinking about what would happen in the next few decades, Li Zicheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"sometimes……"

When the words came to his lips, Li Zicheng still swallowed them. For China, perhaps modern China was originally troubled. The second revolution ruined China's constitutional road. From then on, China embarked on the path it is familiar with.

Roads, revolutionary and non-revolutionary, local and central, local and local warlords were fighting each other. In the end, the vitality of the entire country suffered heavy losses.

"It would be great if I could come back a few months earlier..."

While thinking about this idea secretly, Li Zicheng sneered, could he have changed history if he had come back a few months earlier?

From a very young age, almost under the subtle influence of others, I did not like the term "revolution" very much. In modern Chinese revolution, democracy, freedom, doctrine, republic, Datong... have all been used.

Calling for rationality, modernity, individuality, humanity and a new era, these words are also used to evoke the violence of the majority, to consolidate power, to trample rights and distort human nature, and to create homogeneity.

In modern China, for decades, generations of Chinese people used "revolutionary and counter-revolutionary" to imagine "justice", and then in the name of revolution, they carried out large-scale reforms on Chinese soil.

Rivers of killing and blood flowed, and millions of little people became victims of "justice", but did they get the answer?

"Perhaps, there has never been a great organization in China; perhaps, in the decision-making process of Chinese society, we are always drawn to the bottom; perhaps, every opportunity we have leads to failure; perhaps, we are always drawn again and again.

The mistakes and tragedies of history have been repeated over and over; perhaps, we still don’t know where we came from and where we are going.”

There is no answer. For an answer, generations of Chinese people have been searching for more than a hundred years. However, more than a hundred years later, in China, people are still confused. Faced with the so-called power, people are still struggling to find the answer.

As a "calm" young man, I have also searched for the answer, but what is the final answer?

"There is never any ultimate goal, there is only social progress."

Thinking of the arguments he had with others on the forum three years ago when he was a sophomore, a smile appeared on Li Zicheng's face. Perhaps, this is the final answer, but sometimes, something replaces the progress itself.

Although there is absolutely no substitute for progress itself, but...

When Li Zicheng was deep in thought, an argument he had with his father emerged in his mind, and his father finally summed it up in one sentence.

"What are you thinking about? Just do your own thing!"

"If you can't do your own thing well, do you still have the ability to think about other things?"

While Li Zicheng was lost in thought, the carriage was driving forward. At this time, Li Zicheng, who was sitting in the carriage, did not see the driver driving the carriage and kept making way for other carriages or cars. For this era

For the Chinese, even when driving on the streets of foreign countries, they almost instinctively give way to foreigners. It seems that this submissiveness has already penetrated into their bones.

The Chinese coachman on horseback carefully drove the carriage into Wall Street. When the coachman drove into Wall Street, the coachman's behavior became more cautious. He knew who were the people here. Anyone here could crush him to death like an ant. It's really unbelievable.

I know what that gentleman is doing here.

After the Chinese coachman stopped the carriage, he looked at the policeman who was looking sideways in the distance. He swallowed nervously, opened the door with almost sweaty palms, and whispered into the carriage.
Chapter completed!