The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

Chapter 340: Little Pigeon of Hollywood 4

"That place in the back, where the tree is painted, I want to buy it and build a small farm!"

"This way, we can get unemployed people to come here and work. We'll pay them wages, and when they have money, they won't live here anymore."

"Oh, and if there's extra fruits, vegetables, eggs, and milk, just sell them!"

The little pigeon seemed to see a neat and orderly church.

John was grateful for the little pigeon's kindness, but this was a huge project, he had no money, and he saw it as an impossible task.

"My little angel, Daddy didn't..." John paused.

Because the little pigeon dragged out a box from under the table.

"Daddy, these gold coins are enough!"

"Daddy, many people have a hard time because they have no income. We keep distributing food, but it can only save them for one day." The little girl said something very philosophical at this time.

"Both the church and the farm need talents so that they can be paid. After all, the Lord cannot save those who have no salary."

John rubbed his eyes and looked at the box of gold coins. "Where did these come from?"

The little pigeon laughed, "Hehe, it was given by a kind-hearted person~"

John "..."

John looked at the little pigeon's eyes, thinking, "I don't trust you. You have a lot of little secrets. Daddy will catch you sooner or later!"

Then the little pigeons were driven out to play.

John wrote furiously in the room, redrawing the blueprint over and over again.

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This period was a time of great development and prosperity, so building a church would not arouse suspicion.

Otherwise, not only will you lose your money, but you may also get into trouble.

John painted for two days, and only put down his pen when he was satisfied with the details of the trough where the cows drank water.

John washed up, put on a black robe, got on a carriage, and came to Chinatown with his lucky star, the little pigeon.

At this time, Chinatown had already begun to prosper. There were many wealthy families, but there were even more people working. No one knew how long they had been here, and many children could no longer speak their mother tongue.

As third-class citizens of the United States, the Tang people, no matter how rich they are, are not as high in status as the local blacks.

Although black people were still slaves and suffered discrimination, they were also second-class citizens, just not very ambitious.

Chinatown was conquered by the Chinese. They are hardworking, wealthy and smart. However, they are helpless and can only be ignored and excluded.

After all, for many laundry workers, Tangren is easier to use and cheaper.

As long as the Tang people don't sue the black and white people, everything will be fine.

There are busy figures everywhere on the streets of Chinatown. Many young and beautiful women are dressed fashionably, and many women are wearing beautiful cheongsams.

The girls are wearing floral dresses, permed wavy hair, or wearing hairpins and cheongsams. This hodgepodge feeling gives people the illusion of a time disorder.

The little pigeon was silent and watched very attentively. John was driving the car and would touch the little pigeon's hand from time to time to see if it was cold.

We soon arrived at the local [Talent Market], and the whole street was filled with laborers squatting and waiting for work.

When the carriage stopped, these people just raised their eyes and stared at them eagerly, but did not surround them.

This made John feel relieved. After all, that's how black people are. They can easily overturn the carriage.

John found the introducer and told him the purpose of his visit. When the introducer learned that it was a big project, he became extra polite to them.

After the deal was settled, the matchmaker went to pick people. When he returned, a lot of people followed the carriage, as well as carts, cranes and other tools.

It was quite complete, and the little pigeon was very satisfied. "Daddy, let's take this opportunity to go to the farm and buy some cows, chicks, and feed."

"Just let Sister Jennifer take care of this place. She's very kind and smart."

John saw that she was eager to try and knew that she wanted to go out and play, but what the little pigeon said was right, there were a lot of things to do, and daily donations, prayers, brewing potions, etc. were all very trivial matters.

"Okay, that's a good opportunity to bring the good news over." Yue touched her head.

The little pigeon likes this about him: he is not hypocritical, he knows what is important and he is not stubborn.

The two of them got along very harmoniously, and the huge difference in skin color made the people following behind feel less nervous.

He's easy to talk to, that's good.

The church began to be renovated. After John gave some instructions, he took the small package and the little pigeon and set off.

Because the area is vast and sparsely populated, it took two days for an adult and a child to reach the nearest farm by car.

The farm is very big and you can hear the mooing of cows from far away.

The two men were delighted to see this and walked along the two tracks left by the car. After walking for nearly an hour, they finally arrived at the farmer's house.

"Bang, bang, bang." As soon as the door was knocked, a smile appeared on John's face, and the sound of bullets being loaded came from inside the house.

"Who is it!" A childish and cautious voice sounded.

"May God bless you my child. Don't be nervous, child. I am a pastor. I have no ill intentions. I am here to buy some cows."

The boy opened the door a crack and confirmed that there were only two people. Then he closed the door again. After a few clicks, he opened the door and a boy of about eleven or twelve walked out.

He is a handsome mixed-race boy, but he is obviously of Asian descent.

The little pigeon's eyes lit up, "How beautiful! Like a fallen elf! No wonder they're so wary."

The boy looked around and made sure there were only two people before lowering his gun. "Hello, please come in and talk."