When I woke up the next day, I felt a little dizzy. I washed my face with cold water, boiled two pots of water, took a hot bath, got dressed, and drank a glass of cold water.
After washing up, he looked at Cragon who was waiting outside the door. He boiled a pot of water and prepared two cups of yerba mate. He picked up the cup and took a sip.
"The tea at home is better." Saint Jose said in a low voice, then he was stunned for a moment, looking at the cup in his hand in a daze.
"Boss, this tea is not from our hometown, it is brought from the locals. I am not used to drinking it, but it is better than drinking cold water. I would say the horse milk tea tastes better in my hometown."
"That's because you haven't tasted anything good. Let me tell you that the legendary New China tea is the best. Black tea, green tea, and oolong tea..." After drinking the cup of yerba mate, I calmed down a little and started to brag happily. .
"I still can't get used to drinking black coffee. I heard it was imported from Brazil. A can of coffee beans costs 2,000 pesos. It's expensive and tastes bad." Aragon bought a can of coffee beans some time ago and felt distressed for a long time.
"That's because you haven't had anything good to drink. Let me tell you, coke, soda, milk tea, pineapple beer, bayberry juice, coconut milk, milk tea... I'll give you the whole thing in the future."
"Boss, what are you talking about? I drank Coke and Coke. It smelled like potion. It tasted terrible. It cost 300 pesos a bottle. If you ask me, a real man should drink tequila. That thing is better. Drink," Aragorn said, licking his lips and tearing off the lip skin.
"Okay, maybe the Coke nowadays doesn't taste good, but drinking too much Coke is definitely not good. I also saved some tequila. You can take it if you want. I plan to drink less alcohol recently."
"Hey, boss, I'll take it away then..." Before he could finish his words, Aragorn quickly ran to the room and took out the remaining box of tequila, which disappeared with a whoosh. See that big bald head.
"Drinking is a waste of time. Don't drink during the day. By the way, where can I find the nearest vegetable market? I want to go to the vegetable market to buy some food. I'm tired of eating potato stew recently. The one last night was okay, but it was too expensive. Have some." St. Jose asked casually, slumping in the chair. The tequila has a strong stamina, and he didn't buy any fruit at home.
"Captain, the nearest vegetable market is the Durant Market. It is the largest market in Xicheng District in terms of meat, fruits and vegetables, and there are also some local specialties of us Gauchos." Aragon added Putting down the drink, he turned to speak.
"Okay, when you have time, come with me to the vegetable market."
"Okay, captain, do you want to drive there?"
"No, just walk. It's not far."
"About seven kilometers from here."
"Oh, let's go by car then"
"After all, it's not good to waste too much time," Saint Jose added.
"Yes, Captain," Cragon saluted.
Of course, this salute gesture is, well, how should I put it, a bit awkward and weird.
Resisting the idea of letting him adjust his posture, Saint-Jesse went to change into casual clothes. Aragorn also carried the wine back upstairs. Aragorn also rented a house upstairs. The management of the military camp was relaxed and he lived outside on weekends. No one cares.
Saint Jose stood up and went back to the room. After all, he was just buying groceries. He felt a little uncomfortable wearing military uniform, so he asked Cragon to change his clothes.
After Aragon carried the tequila home, when he came out in a long robe, he was as neatly dressed as a rice dumpling. He still smelled like he hadn't been washed for a long time. Saint Jose was a little speechless and quickly let him go again. Change into something you usually wear.
"Aragorn, don't wear these clothes from your hometown anymore. We are now the City Guards, whose full name is the City Defense Forces of Cordoba. Just throw away these clothes. You see, I don't even wear them anymore. They are heavy and uncomfortable." Practical, this is not La Rioja anymore. Next time you have a vacation, take five hundred pesos to buy some commonly used clothes."
"Yes, Captain", Aragorn looked a little frustrated.
"Private Aragorn, this is an order. You will be responsible for driving later. I will take you to eat delicious food and get your hair cut." Aragorn's expression suddenly became happy. He was like a seventeen-year-old kid, haha.
Aragon is also a Gaucho and from the same village, but he is relatively thin and has been following Saint Jose for more than half a year. He is the soldier who follows Saint Jose the most every day.
There is no need to follow the patrol, just a messenger who helps the captain every day.
Everything was ready, and Saint Jose sat on the three-bouncer driven by Aragon, and the journey was uneventful.
When we arrived at Durant Market, it was different from the depression on the road. As soon as we arrived at the intersection, it felt like a sea of people. It was full of fireworks, noisy hawking, and numerous stalls.
It feels a bit like going to a market in my previous life. There are seafood stalls near the door. You can see all kinds of fish. The stall owner is skillfully killing and selling fish, neatly and neatly.
Aragorn parked the car and followed behind, and St. Jose slowly walked towards the vegetable market. Past the fish and meat stalls were other meat stalls, with pork, mutton, beef, and alpaca meat, all of which were plentiful and rich.
Saint Jose was not in a hurry to buy vegetables and continued to walk forward. He came to a vegetable stall. There was a circle of people in front of him, who didn't know what they were doing.
Saint Jose also walked forward. This stall owner seemed to be of Chinese descent and was an old man, which made Saint Jose feel somewhat friendly.
My predecessor lived in Argentina for eighteen years and had almost never met descendants of New China. This was the only Chinese face selling vegetables at the stall here, and I couldn't help but feel concerned.
There are a lot of common vegetables in this old man's stall. In front of the stall, there are a few people dressed in flashy clothes, who seem to be collecting protection fees. The old man looks submissive. There are also a few stall owners who are also old and frail, but most of them have their heads lowered. There were some other white stallholders watching.
"The whole family is rich, little brother, I really have no money, street boy, I don't make much in a day setting up a stall." The old man prayed, and the words he spoke were confirmed to be the dialect that Saint Jose had heard! Saint Jose felt his blood rising. This was the hardest thing to say, in the most cowardly tone, that’s right! It was a fellow countryman. He was about to go, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The leading man in black was slapping the stall owner on the face and speaking Spanish mixed with some Italian. Aragorn said next to him,
"These people seem to be members of local gangs, and they are collecting protection money. I heard that we Gauchos are often bullied here. We Gauchos sell more beef and mutton here, and there are not many people here now. Responsible for policing.”
"Boss, why don't we go to the front and have a look? Let's see it more clearly." Aragorn saw that Saint Jose was a little moved and said.
It seems that Aragorn is also very interested in watching the excitement. He looks eager to give it a try. He even stares at Aragorn's shoulders and rolls his eyes. This must be because people who eat melons do not distinguish between domestic and foreign countries.
"That's no need. Let me ask these thugs... who are their subordinates? They look very arrogant." Although he said no, Saint Jose walked forward, and Aragorn followed. Come up.
"Pugai...what does this mean?" Aragorn was a little confused.
"Nothing... This is an English sentence, called poor guy, a poor person. By the way, these gangsters probably don't carry guns or anything like that." St. Jose explained, a little worried. These half-year-olds are at an impulsive age. It would be troublesome if you had a gun.
"You should learn more English from now on. After all, your English is pretty good." Saint Jose said unreasonably.
"Probably not. These poor guys are quite young, and our country requires a gun license test unless it is illegal to hold a gun. However, we can still do a good job in this regard. Unlike the Brazilians, listen Talking about daily gunfights, in our country, those who take guns on the streets are easily caught by the city guards and police. Pistols are usually very expensive, but just in case..." Aragon has been hacking Brazil every day, and he seems to have learned a lot about it. common sense.
Saint Jose was half relieved. Also, during this period, gunshots were rarely heard in the city. The city guards did a good job in controlling this aspect. If they were more martial, the villagers would fight with each other. In the Pampas grassland, the herdsmen at most persisted. There are shotguns.
"Okay, I'll go over and ask,"
Although Saint Hesse was a little afraid of these young boys impulsively causing trouble, since he said he wanted to mind his own business, he went ahead anyway.
I patted the guy standing at the end and said, "Brother, which gang are you from? Why are you here collecting protection money?"
The young man was about to get angry, but looking at the oppressive body, he patiently answered, "We are from the Fireline Gang. My boss is the one in black clothes in front. Our boss's name is Abraham Chianda, brother. Are you interested in joining our gang?" to win over St. Jose
"Oh? How many people in your gang have never heard of it?" Saint Jose seemed to have never heard of the FireWire Gang and didn't care much. Aren't they just a group of gangsters?
"What's wrong with the five of us? We will soon grow bigger. When we grow bigger, we can give you a head start." The young man almost got angry. He looked at Saint Jose's body again. Saint Jose was a little confused. Could it be that I said Wrong word?
"That's okay. Call your boss and come over for a chat. I'm the captain of the Ninth Brigade of the City Guards. You are suspected of committing a crime. This is my ID." After saying that, he took out his military ID card and saw Cragon behind him. I was a little speechless, thinking that the boss was going to show off his power or something and beat them down.
As if he saw Aragorn's thoughts, Saint Jose turned and waved to him.
Aragorn walked up to Saint Jose and saluted Saint Jose. The young man was a little dumbfounded. It was his first time to collect protection money and he specifically picked out the weaklings and provoked the city guards? It seems that the boss did not read the almanac when he went out.
The young man didn't intend to run away. Anyway, he just wanted to give a lecture or something, so he walked up to the bald man and said a few words in his ear.
The bald guy was a little dazed, and abandoned the old man in front of him, turned around and walked towards Saint Jose.
He doesn't seem to care too much, he is very single and a bit arrogant.
"Sir, what can I tell you?" Abraham was picking his teeth with a toothpick on his back.
"Advice is out of the question, why don't you come with us when you have time?" Saint Jose suddenly became angry and said calmly.
"Sir, we are very friendly to communicate with this stall owner, right, old man?" The kid turned around and threatened. Of course, Saint Jose just said it casually, although Cordoba's police department is not strong. , but Saint Jose himself still has no law enforcement power, so he plans to scare this little kid.
"Okay, don't ask anymore. I'll let you go this time, but let me meet you next time. I asked the police to pull people directly. The person in charge of this area at the police department is my colleague. It's easy to just pull a few people."
"Sir, we are good citizens," the kid still looked indifferent. It seemed that his family still had some skills. The kid next to him was very smart and whispered a few words to this kid.
Saint Hesse heard something vaguely, and it was probably a temporary retreat or something.
In order not to offend anyone, Saint Jose did not make things too difficult for these brats and let them go. When the brat left, he looked around at the stall owners around and patted the old Chinese man on the head. , took a few apples and left.
He breathed a sigh of relief, the surface was still calm.
This old Chinese man came over and thanked me. He spoke in broken Spanish and his eyes were a little evasive. He might have thought more about something than less about it.
St. Hesse blurted out, "Thunder Monkey, Thunder Monkey, Abo, which street is Lei from?..." As soon as he said it, Saint Hesse felt a little embarrassed, and his voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.
The old Chinese man seemed to be a little excited when he heard this sentence, "Thunder Monkey, ah sir, my ancestors are from Lingnan Province and have been here for decades." St. Jose is a mixed-blood Indian and white man, with more than half Indian ancestry. It looks like It really looks a bit like a Chinese-American, this old man misunderstood.
Saint Jose struck up a conversation with this old man. His surname was Chen, and he was said to be the third generation. Although he looked only in his fifties, he was actually in his early sixties.
I was growing vegetables and selling them on a farm in the outskirts of Argentina. I was threatened by these young men because I didn’t pay the protection fee. These young men were of Italian descent. It was said that the boss was the son of a moderate official in the city. Fortunately, Saint Jose came to the rescue this time.
Sanjesé also learned that there is a small Chinatown in Cordoba. The food of this stall owner has not been sold out yet, but it is still close at this time. He asked Old Man Chen to wrap up some dishes and said that he wanted to go to Chinatown. Look, this old man Chen is a little wary, but Saint Jose doesn't care too much.
Old Man Chen was also a little curious about Saint Jose's ability to speak fluent Cantonese, and Saint Jose seemed to be familiar with many of China's intellectual customs, including the establishment of New China.
St. Jose boasted that his ancestors were also related to China, so he slowly let down his guard. Old man Chen also asked why he knew Cantonese, but he was careless and prevaricated. He couldn't say that he was a new Chinese in his previous life.
Mr. Chen is also very proud of the founding of New China last year, and it seems that Mr. Chen is not of Chinese origin who has obtained a local green card.
Mr. Chen himself said that he is a descendant of Chinese miners who came here during the Qing Dynasty. It is not easy to survive until now.
However, San Jose also found it a bit strange. It seemed that the mining industry in Argentina was not very developed during the Qing Dynasty, and Argentina was remote, so of course he thought about it.
Out of gratitude to Saint Hesse, and because Saint Hesse seemed to be a nice person, Mr. Chen politely offered to treat the two of them to a meal to express his gratitude, or to send some vegetables to the two officers.
Of course, Old Man Chen was just being polite, thinking that the foreigner was not used to Chinese food anyway, so Shenghe agreed without paying attention to Old Man Chen's open mouth, and asked Aragorn to buy some. Meat dishes.
Not for anything else, but mainly because I was a little greedy. It had been a long time since I had tasted authentic Chinese food. I asked Aragorn to go to another stall to buy some pork, chicken, fish and other ingredients. Old man Chen also closed the stall, St. Jose. Following Mr. Chen, I got up and planned to go to Cordoba's Chinatown to have a look and see the world.
