North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 58 made a huge mistake.
Captain Vic remembered everything Azu had told him. He unloaded the supplies, loaded more than 20,000 ounces of gold, and hurriedly embarked on his journey home.

Before leaving, he gave Ah Zu two more letters and a stack of newspapers!
As expected, one letter was from Vivian, and the other was from Daisy!
At the same time, Azu also gave Vic three replies, which were responses to the previous letter.

Three days later, the three people each received a reply from Azu.

Vivian was overjoyed to receive the reply and rushed back to her room, eagerly opening the letter that Azu had given her.

"My dearest Vivian, I miss you so much!"

"Every night, what lulls me to sleep is your piercing howls and your unparalleled beauty...!"

"My dear Vivian, do you know what? I've captured a very beautiful and sexy female bandit. She used to be the woman of the leader of the Razor Gang!"

“Now, this female bandit, Monica, is my brother, a Blackfoot Indian, Blood Eagle’s woman…!”

Wow... that's a lot of information!

Vivian racked her brains but couldn't figure out how she could have captured a female bandit? And the woman of the Razor Gang leader no less?

How did this beautiful and sexy female bandit become Ah Zu's woman again?

How come Azu's brother is a Blackfoot Indian?

“My dearest Vivian, I’ve made a huge mistake! That damned Blood Eagle, his room is right next to mine!”

"You know, our Eden Houses are great in every way, except the soundproofing is terrible!"

“Every night, I am tormented and suffer...! Sometimes, even in the middle of the night and early morning, the piercing howls keep me awake!”

"At times like these, I miss you especially...!"

Upon seeing this, Vivian's face instantly turned bright red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears!

Her father was a medical doctor, and under his tutelage, Vivian became a qualified nurse who knew very well about matters between men and women.

She wasn't some clueless little girl, so she understood everything as soon as she read this passage.

Vivian felt her face burning and her heart pounding. She couldn't help but spit out, "Pah! What a shameless guy! How could he write something like this for me...!"

However, she became even more enthusiastic and eager to continue reading.

“My dear Vivian, let me tell you, that damn Bloodhawk is an absolute beast! After a whole day of exhausting gold mining, he still has the energy to keep going in bed for most of the night!”

"This isn't just one day, it's almost every day!"

"I think it's time to give this beast even more work, until the damn thing is worked to death!"

"Hehehe...!" Vivian laughed so hard she could barely stand up straight after reading this!

"To be honest, I'm a little envious of Blood Eagle! I'm wondering if I could become as powerful as him if we were together someday...!"

"Pah...!" These words made Vivian feel hot all over and restless.

“That Monica is a destabilizing factor if she stays in the camp for too long. Some people have already sneaked out to see her under various pretexts. I’ve decided that when the Blackfoot tribe comes to transport supplies next time, I’ll have them take her back to their tribe.”

"Maybe I'll regret not killing her in the future. I did hesitate at that moment, because her long legs were wearing the jeans we made!"

……

“Dear Vivian, I’ll be back before you go to school. I told you, if you don’t want to go, no one can force you.” ...

At the end of the letter, Azu wrote.

"Dear Vivian, when I'm not around, don't be too nice to other men, I think I'll get jealous!"

Vivian was overjoyed, clutching the letter to her heart, but muttered, "Pah! How could I be nice to another man? What an annoying guy...!"

Vivian made up her mind that next time supplies were being delivered, she would go with Captain Vic no matter how much he tried to stop her!

Even if I can't stay at the gold rush camp, even if I can only see him once, I must go see him!
Bloodhawk was unhappy with Azu's decision to send Monica back to the Blackfoot Clan, but he understood why Azu would do such a thing.

For this supply, Captain Vic delivered a large amount of grain and rum. A few days later, Elder Bearskin personally led a large group of tribesmen to carry the grain and rum that Azu had promised to give them back to the Blackfoot tribe.

With this food, the increasingly impoverished Blackfoot tribe would no longer have to suffer from hunger for at least a long time.

As a result, the Blackfoot tribe, including Elder Bearskin, all had a good impression of Azu.

At least, this young man from the Far East, who looks a lot like them, keeps his word and treats them fairly.

Elder Bearskin was delighted to receive so much grain and wine, and thus left behind several dozen strong men for Azu.

For the Blackfoot tribe, it's not yet the autumn or winter hunting season. These men staying with the Blackfoot tribe and eating for nothing every day is not as good as letting them come to Azu to work and earn a living.

But for the gold mining camp, there were already enough people.

The ore washing machine was originally designed by Azu for a team of fifty or sixty people. No matter how many more people are added, if the ore washing machine can't keep up with the speed, it won't work.

However, Azu did need these Blackfoot Indians. There were other plans for them.

As time went by, the Golden Lake, which covered several dozen acres, shrank day by day, the water became shallower day by day, and the bottom of the lake was exposed day by day.

Just as Ah Zu had predicted, the deeper they went into the center of the lake, the higher the gold content in the silt.

With ample manpower and the support of the mechanic Azu, the amount of gold mined each day was almost always more than the previous day.

Initially, they panned out more than 500 ounces of gold every day, worth more than 10,000 US dollars.

Now, more than a month later, the daily gold panning has exceeded two thousand ounces and is still increasing.

The phrase "making a fortune every day" is simply insufficient to describe the speed at which Ah Zu became wealthy.

Compared to the abundance of gold here, Sartre's Mill and Coloma are nothing.

Perhaps only the gold content of the Sierra Nevada “mother mine” can compare to this.

After all, the gold production from the Nevada “mother mine” accounts for more than 70% of the total gold production in the United States.

Until later generations, the Nevada “mother mine” produced hundreds of tons of gold.

This small golden lake, though rich in gold, is still too small in scale and is just a minor operation.

Even if all the gold here were panned out, it would still be far less than a tiny fraction of the "mother mine".

So while the gold mining teams were working hard at Golden Lake, Azu had already set his sights on the distant "mother mine".

(End of this chapter)