The sun slowly rose from the horizon, the first rays of morning sun swayed on the earth, as if feeling the warmth of the sun, the person on the bed, stretched out the toes outside the quilt moved slightly, and then suddenly stood upright, the word martial arts master with agile movements is far from being able to summarize, and it is like a corpse to say that it is appropriate.

At this time, Sheffield's eyes were opened, and the empty eyes looked ahead blankly, and Sheffield, whose thinking was still in chaos for a long time, slowly aligned his eyes in focus, it seems that Sheffield is just a teenager, with a temperament that is not available at this age, in fact, it is not a temperament, it is an attitude towards life!

Sheffield, who woke up a month ago, was in this unfamiliar environment, and the great change in the environment did not make Sheffield, who was already an adult in his previous life, panic, and the best way to deal with it at this time is to shut up and observe carefully!

The climate here made Sheffield, who grew up in a cold region in his previous life, a little uncomfortable, and the temperature and humidity were a little unacceptable to him, such a high humidity was either in the tropics or too close to the sea. Soon he knew what it was, as far as the eye could see, the endless cotton, the black men working in the middle of the fields, surrounded by white overseers wearing hats and horsewhips, and this kind of scene could only be seen in one place, that is, in the southern United States before the abolition of slavery.

This is not only the southern United States, but also New Orleans, the fourth largest city in the United States, as the largest port in the southern United States, the world's most prosperous slave market is here, in other words, the place where Sheffield woke up, is the stronghold of slavery in the world today. There was a bustling slave market, where black slaves were bought and sold in the United States, and sometimes foreign friends who secretly smuggled black slaves from Africa.

As for Sheffield's current status, he is the son of a plantation owner, and his three plantations add up to 3,700 acres, and there are 187 black slaves under his name. Among the many plantation owners and slave owners in New Orleans, the Sheffield family was also in the top 20.

For a month, Sheffield was cautious in his words and deeds, and without too much fierce ideological struggle, he recognized his identity as a slave owner, although he had experienced socialist education in his previous life, but in the contest between morality and ass, he soon became a butt deciding head and position determinism. Since Sheffield is a slave owner, when considering problems, they must think from the standpoint of slave owners. As for whether those black slaves are doing well or not, that's his business......

Sheffield, who rinsed his mouth with a little salt water and rubbed his teeth with tooth powder, naturally took down the rifle and horsewhip hanging on the wall, and Sheffield, who was wearing a cowboy hat, was already fully armed when he went out, brandishing a delicate horsewhip, which crackled in the air, I don't know if this horsewhip will come in handy today.

"The name Xie Jie is a thing of the past! Edward Reinhardt Sheffield is me! Sheffield took a breath of the early morning air and thought with relief.

Less than a hundred meters away from him, there were already a number of black slaves picking work, and in terms of time, today's work should have started two hours before Sheffield woke up.

Sheffield's home is not actually on the plantation, but in a Spanish loft in the French-speaking part of New Orleans, he is the second son of the slave owner Sheffield Sr., Sheffield has no feelings for the sudden extra cheap big brother and father, neither kind nor repulsive, and the next day lives on the plantation in the name of exercise.

In addition to an eldest brother, Sheffield also has a younger brother and the youngest sister, if it weren't for the death of his mother, maybe there would be a few more people in the family. Since the death of the old Sheffield's wife, it seems that the old man has fallen into a situation where he has nothing to do, both physically and mentally.

In this state of widowhood, it is completely understandable to do something that cannot be understood by ordinary people. So under the clear sense of destiny of the Democratic Party, Sheffield, who is approaching his fifties, and his twenty-five-year-old eldest son, threw himself into the war between the United States and Mexico without hesitation.

Sheffield is very suspicious, if it weren't for his own age and not yet adulthood, it is estimated that he would not be able to escape the fate of being cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Sheffield patrolled the three plantations every day, monitoring the slaves' every move. Naturally, he could not do the work alone, but also the overseers who helped him, the white freedmen, and the slave owners who formed employment relations with the Sheffield family.

Plantation owners and slave owners are completely two concepts, a family with a black slave can be called a slave owner, the number of black slaves can only explain the size of the slave owner, those slave owners with only a few slaves live a little better than the life of the workers in the North, the real controller of the southern United States is the plantation owners at the top of the slave owners, they themselves are super slave owners, and they also have huge plantations, it is these people who integrate the slave owners in the southern society as if they were scattered, Formed a slave-owning force that rivaled the north.

"Henry!" Sheffield, who had turned around, beckoned a young white overseer, glanced at the progress ahead with displeasure, and ordered, "I'll give you a week, and the cotton of the entire cotton plantation must be harvested!" ”

"Master Sheffield, the cotton plantation is nearly a thousand acres, this is simply impossible!" Henry said in surprise.

Henry's family was also a family of slave owners, with five black slaves in the family, and he was an inconspicuous slave owner in the southern United States, and these slave owners were only slightly better than the average worker in the north. The improvement of their living environment depends entirely on the profits of plantation owners such as the Sheffield family.

"You have to do it!" Sheffield looked at Henry with an unquestioning tone, and said simply and directly, "The cotton is ripe, and it must be harvested quickly before the weather changes, and I will immediately inform our British guests at the port of New Orleans to ship the cotton to the British mainland!" It's not the Middle Ages anymore, efficiency is more important than anything else! ”

Sheffield naturally knew that this was difficult for the strong, and it would take at least a month to harvest the cotton after it was ripe, of course, he heard about it in later generations, but now Sheffield has black slaves in his hands!

When he said this, Shelfield glanced at Henry with a smile and said, "You should know this better than anyone else......

Slavery in the southern United States today is naturally different from that of the Middle Ages. Although there are not many derivatives of slavery, they have similar responsibilities as their counterparts in the North, and Henry's profession is one of them, in fact, he does similar things to the foremen of later generations, except that he manages not stacks of papers, but blacks as living beings.

At present, although the major plantation owners in the United States still do not regard black people as human beings, small slave owners work with black slaves every day, and they are better than large slave owners and plantation owners, at least they also think that black slaves are human beings, not animals like cattle and sheep.

"There's nothing to do, if you don't have enough manpower, find a few more slave owners to help!" Sheffield directly swallowed Henry's defense, and directly ordered, "All black slaves over the age of ten participate in labor, regardless of gender, day and night, and can be given two hours to eat and sleep every eight hours, and then continue to work!" That's it, you can arrange it! Don't worry, I can pay you slave owners a little more......"

"Young Master Sheffield, I'm mainly afraid that the black slaves will be lazy and slack off, so I can't kill them!" Henry said with some embarrassment, "Although the wisdom of the black slaves is not high, they also know that we will not do anything to them......

"If there is a black slave who is not satisfied, just leave it to me......" Sheffield glanced at Henry deeply, and said with a deep smile, "Do you see if our black slave will be lazy?" ”

The worry that Henry said is that many small and medium-sized slave owners are now facing the dilemma, the loss of a slave against these slave owners who only have a few black slaves is a very heavy loss, and sometimes in the face of the black slave grinders, these small slave owners are also quite helpless, can only participate in the labor to set an example, in fact, also in order to monitor nearby.

However, for a plantation owner of Sheffield's size, the loss of a black slave is not a heavy loss, and if someone hits Sheffield's gun at this time, in order to harvest cotton quickly, he can only come to the old chicken killing monkey.

"Then Master Sheffield, you tell me the gap of black slaves first, so that I can calculate the gap in manpower!" Henry was eventually impressed by Sheffield's call for commissions, and fed the dogs what little conscience he had left.

"That's good!" Sheffield smiled halfway, took out his pocket watch from the pocket of his jacket and looked at the time, nodded slightly, and was satisfied with the progress of the plantation so far, and nothing had happened. He couldn't stay here much today, and said to Butler, the housekeeper of the plantation, "I'm going to the slave market to-day, and I'm going to call Lincoln for me, and I'm going to take him with me......"

Lincoln was not the famous president of the United States, but the name of a black slave in the Sheffield family. The name was of course changed by Sheffield, and this was done naturally to remind such a person that sooner or later the president of the United States, who had enough to eat and had nothing to do, would sooner or later come to trouble the southern slave owners.