San Francisco wasn't too far from the state capital, but there were too many people in Zhu Wencong's party.
To safely reach the state capital, walking slowly wasn't a major issue, and the scenery along the way was still quite nice.
Once those farm owners were dealt with, and the land and slaves were freed, everything around would turn into railroads and highways.
The most pristine landscapes were about to become history, and Zhu Wencong kept capturing them with his camera: these photos would surely fetch a fortune in the future.
Su Yanqiao always scrambled for the camera in Zhu Wencong's hands. Although she didn't know how to use it, she was more than willing to learn.
"Why do you think Westerners are so clever?" Su Yanqiao asked, tugging at Zhu Wencong's hand.
"We are just as smart! It's just that our intelligence wasn't used in the right way, but rather in the pursuit of power.
