As a white man, standing on American soil, Old York was indeed domineering when he spoke the word "master".

However, there are a lot of "masters" present, and the Chinese have already become American nationality, so they are also the owners of this land.

Since you are the master, you don’t need to worry about it at your own home. According to American law, if a stranger breaks in, you can directly kill him without warning.

It is obvious that after training from the Junma Group's lawyer team, Old York knew the rights he had, and now it was time to use these rights to protect himself and his family.

In terms of the security pressure faced, the west and the east are still different. In Junma Town, there is at least no need to worry about safety issues, but in Springfield, as Old York said, everything depends on yourself.

Fortunately, the Chinese have certain self-defense capabilities. Before leaving Junma Town, they all received a certain level of military training. Even the women were not powerless. Old York was preparing to organize women to receive weapons training for a period of time. Unexpectedly, after inquiry, they learned that women were all familiar with weapons. Two women even worked as gun testers in Junma Weapon Factory before.

This is the benefit of working in a weapon company. I have never eaten pork and I have always seen pigs running. Especially for the two gun testers, the bullets they knocked out by themselves may have more bullets than most people have seen in their lifetime.

The day after arriving in Springfield, Old York began to allocate ranches for Zhang Changrong and others.

In Junma Town, Zhang Changrong and others obtained hundreds to one thousand acres of land from Junma Group through low prices. These lands only differ in size and have no clear location. This requires Old York to determine them one by one.

One acre is about 6 acres, about 4,000 square meters. If it is 1,000 acres, it is equivalent to 6,000 acres. In 1875, whether in the United States or in the Qing Empire, as long as you own so much land, you can describe it as a landlord.

So it is conceivable that Zhang Changrong and his friends are looking forward to the land they are about to acquire.

As soon as it was dawn, Old York and Zhang Changrong rode their horses and set off along the railway towards Hartford.

Hartford here is not the capital of Connecticut, but just a small town near Springfield, about ten kilometers away from Springfield.

"Is my land in Hartford?" Although I am not a time traveler, when Zhang Changrong said the place name "Hartford", he still couldn't help feeling a mess of time and space.

"Of course not. In fact, if you want, you can choose your ranch location now." Old York was very generous. There was a lot of land nearby, so Zhang Changrong could choose whatever he wanted.

"Is that okay now?" Zhang Changrong was eager to try.

"Of course, from here to the end of your sight, all the land belonging to our Junma Group, you can choose as you like." Old York made a gesture to one side of the railway, then turned around, and made the same gesture to the other side: "The same is true here. The land on both sides of the railway belongs to us. As long as you can take care of it, you can do whatever you want."

When the Pacific Railway was built, in order to stimulate private forces to build the railway, the federal government gave free land within 40 miles on both sides of the railway to the company responsible for the construction of the railway. So now standing on the railway tracks, all the land within 40 miles on both sides of the railway belongs to the Junma Group.

40 miles is just a rough figure. These days, no satellite remote sensing is used or accurate measurements are used. No one can determine how wide it is. Therefore, Old York will not allocate land to Zhang Changrong and others, and it doesn’t matter if it is a little more or less.

It doesn't matter. If you use 6,000 acres as the base, no one cares if you have more than ten acres or less than ten acres.

"Two, both sides, are they?" Although we already knew the facts, when we saw these lands with our own eyes, Zhang Changrong still felt overjoyed.

"Yes, both sides are all, you can choose at will, but I suggest you better choose a little more concentrated. You can live together with three or five households, or a dozen households, and take care of each other." Old York still puts safety issues first, not only to prevent wild animals, but also to prevent lawless cowboys.

The western region is vast and sparsely populated, otherwise the federal government would not promote the "East Movement" to develop the western region. For these "future farmers" who will live in the wilderness, if they live in groups, they can take care of them. If they live alone, it would be a disaster. If there is a natural disaster, in this era without phone calls, it would be really bad. Maybe the whole family will be smelly and will not be discovered.

The federal government is also willing but not capable of living in the harsh living environment in the western region. For example, Springfield, within a radius of more than a hundred miles, there is no human survival except for a settlement in Hartford. In this case, the role of government agencies is minimal, and everything depends on itself.

"Of course, we have already discussed on the way to come. We want to build our own town, the name is Junma Town." Since Zhang Changrong was determined to devote himself to the wave of the westward movement, he must have been prepared.

It seems that the disease of "laziness" is also contagious. After spending time with white people for a long time, Zhang Changrong and his ability to name them is also declining. Since Springfield and Hartford are there, how can Junma Town be missed?

"Junma Town, a good name, maybe you don't know. In the past two months, there have been two Springfields and one Boston nearby. I'm worried about how the post office should distinguish them." Old York laughed loudly, very happy for Zhang Changrong and the others' wit.

After half a day, Old York and Zhang Changrong and others determined their respective land locations.

Zhang Changrong joined forces with 11 other families and decided to build the new Junma Town on a hill 15 kilometers away from Springfield, which is surrounded by large forests and grasslands and a small lake, which is very suitable for pasture.

After confirming the location of the town, the next step is to build a house. Zhang Changrong and the others need to worry about this problem. Junma Construction Group has accumulated enough experience. In two days, the construction team will come from Springfield, Massachusetts. The construction team will help Zhang Changrong and the others build a house first. The expenses required will be temporarily on credit and will be repaid slowly in the future.

The next day, Zhang Changrong borrowed a horse from Old York and took his wife to see his ranch.

"Is this our ranch?" Zhang Changrong's wife was dazzled and fascinated by riding on the horse, feeling her husband's strong arms, and looking at the endless fields in front of her.

The fields of spring are filled with vitality everywhere, the air contains the fragrance of soil and the smell of morning dew. The mist of the morning is gradually dissipating, and the hills in the distance are slowly becoming clear.

During the two years at Junma Group, Zhang Changrong worked hard and was thrifty, and saved a lot of money, so the land Zhang Changrong purchased from Junma Group was 1,000 acres.

6,000 acres is indeed a large piece of land. In the land chosen by Zhang Changrong, there is a large area of ​​woods, with an area of ​​about a hundred acres. Now this land and the woods on the land belong to Zhang Changrong.

"Did you see that little wood? When we have children in the future, I will take him to hunt. We will have many children, so we have to raise more hunting dogs and feed a few tallest horses..." Holding his wife, Zhang Changrong's heart had flown to more than ten years later, as if a beautiful scroll was slowly unfolding in front of Zhang Changrong.

Zhang Changrong's wife did not speak, and was immersed in the beautiful future portrayed by Zhang Changrong.

"Hi, brother, you are so romantic." A strange voice that seemed familiar to you came, and then a middle-aged cowboy walked out of the bushes next to her.

Zhang Changrong's eyes suddenly narrowed. He recognized this person. They almost had a conflict on the platform in Springfield a few days ago.

"Why are you still here?" Zhang Changrong has regarded this land as his home, so Zhang Changrong is vigilant against all strangers.

Just as Zhang Changrong was talking, Zhang Changrong pulled out the python pistol at his waist, handed it to his wife in his arms, then pulled out the shotgun from the gun bag beside the saddle, pushing the bullet into the load with a "click" and ready for battle.

"Calm down, calm down, my brother, it's not the time to fight now, why can't we have a good chat?" The middle-aged cowboy held her arms and spread her legs, looking confident.

Zhang Changrong suddenly remembered the dozen or so friends of the middle-aged cowboys, and suddenly became nervous. Looking around, Zhang Changrong was surprised to find several cowboy hats, which made Zhang Changrong feel his heartbeat.

"I have to remind you that you are now on the land of Junma Group. Before our people come, you'd better leave as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to leave even if you want to." Although in danger, Zhang Changrong was not panicked. It's the most important thing to stay calm at this time.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have said that?" The middle-aged cowboy rolled his eyes, and a trace of cruelty flashed away.

As the old cowboy's voice became cold, people stood up in the bushes around Zhang Changrong, and these people were holding weapons, single-action pistols, double-action pistols, shotguns, and even old-fashioned smoothbore guns, etc.

Although there are a variety of weapons in hand, Zhang Changrong can be sure that these weapons can kill people.

"Ha, scare me? It's useless. I can guarantee you that if you want to do something today, then no matter where you escape, the Junma Group will definitely find you, you, and you, all of you, one, one, all, escape, no, fall!" Although at an absolute disadvantage, Zhang Changrong did not lose his courage. He pointed his fingers one by one. When he said the last sentence, he even jumped out one by one, full of momentum.

Now, Zhang Changrong has made up his mind to die, but at the same time, Zhang Changrong is also confident that if he and his wife die here, then Junma Group will definitely find justice for them.

The middle-aged cowboy didn't speak, and just looked up and down with a cold look over and over again, as if evaluating whether the efforts and gains were proportional.

It is indeed necessary to consider it clearly. Two people and one horse, plus two guns, are actually not worth much, but if you provoke the giant of the Junma Group, this deal will be a loss to grandma's house.

If there were no conflicts on the platform two days ago, then perhaps the middle-aged cowboy would make a decision more readily, and now it would be a bit troublesome. The middle-aged cowboy is not sure if anyone remembers them.

"Boss." Someone next to him whispered that it was the guy who made a vulgar gesture on the platform the day before yesterday.

"Don't get me wrong, you know we're all explorers, and the reason we stay here is because we heard there is a gold mine nearby." The middle-aged cowboy didn't dare to kill him after all.

"There is a gold mine nearby? This is a good thing, but unfortunately, if you want to mine gold mines nearby, I'm afraid you have to say hello to our boss first." Zhang Changrong felt sweaty in his palms, but he didn't dare to relax at all. If he slipped, he and his wife would be blown away.

When he realized that he could not escape, Zhang Changrong held a grenade in his hand and prepared to burn both jade and stone at the last moment.

But before that, Zhang Changrong was confident that he would knock down a few of them first. No matter who he was, he would have to pay the price as long as he wanted to deal with himself.

"Of course, I will go when it's right, if I'm asked to find where the gold mine is." After saying that, the middle-aged cowboy whistled, and a horse ran out of the woods and stood beside the middle-aged cowboy.

The middle-aged cowboy turned over to the horse, took off his cowboy hat, stroked it on his chest and bowed slightly to Zhang Changrong, then turned the horse's head and left without looking back.

The leaders left, so naturally no one could have any trouble on the day. Although they were a little reluctant, the people surrounding Zhang Changrong still retreated as quickly as possible.

Seeing these people leaving one after another, Zhang Changrong felt that his wife in his arms was wet, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

"This, is it okay?" Zhang Changrong's wife's voice trembled, feeling like she had just walked away from the gates of hell.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'm here." Zhang Changrong felt his voice trembling. It was too dangerous just now. If he showed even a little weakness, he would probably be doomed now.

"It really doesn't work, let's go back to Junma Town." Zhang Changrong's wife's voice was a little crying.

When I returned to Junma Town, although the work was a bit heavy, and although there was no 6,000 acres of ranch, it was at least safe and had no need to worry about it at any time.

"This is Junma Town, don't worry, I'm in everything." After experiencing the crisis just now, Zhang Changrong felt like an iron block in the blacksmith's hand, and he was trained again.
Chapter completed!