A neat table, a man and a woman looking at each other, some food on the table, and of course a bottle of red wine, the whole scene looks very warm, a couple in the flower season with curiosity about the opposite sex, find a place to talk about some untold stories.

"It seems that my guests are not very appetizing, and I'm sorry that the Sheffield plantation is in poor condition!" Sheffield burped, glanced at the red wine next to him, and turned his head to find water to drink, in fact, there was a large space here, where the plantation overseers ate, and the two of them were in an empty room not thinking about the possibility of development, but just two young slave owners engaged in a shameful trade to divide the spoils.

Knock Knock drained a glass of water, Sheffield still focused on the table, I have to say that he doesn't like Western food very much, these things are made by himself, even if it's just potato chips, you can eat it with relish, as long as the food is not something too strong, Sheffield himself is not a picky eater.

Annabelle looked like a lady, politely watching the teenager opposite eating, but most of her attention was on the two sticks in Sheffield's hands, from the moment she sat down until now, none of the knives and forks around Sheffield had moved, replaced by a pair of chopsticks that were unusually flexible in her eyes.

"You've been staring at the chopsticks in my hand for a long time, aren't you tired?" Sheffield kept stuffing things into his mouth, without stopping at all, which was already quite impolite, if it was someone else, Annabelle would have reminded the other party to pay attention to politeness, but the other party is a partner, and it can be forgiven once.

After a while, Sheffield's eating slowed down, burped comfortably, touched his mouth and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to clean the dishes!" Then he began to clean up, brushing the dishes in the bowl with skillful movements.

"Does a plantation owner still do these things on his own?" Annabelle also rarely brought a hint of warmth in her tone, the girl had been waiting for the boy's invitation, but in the end she didn't wait. Or the other party is deliberate, but intentional is more hateful.

Sheffield didn't look up and said, "It's better to do some effortless things yourself, and always bother others to do what?" Besides, I don't worry about something threatening my life, what if any black slave doesn't want to poison me? Although black slaves do not necessarily have this IQ! But what if......"

The girl sitting on the side, looking at Sheffield's serious rebuttal, almost laughed and sneered, "You seem to be afraid that someone will pose a threat to you?" Actually, you don't have to be afraid at all, this plantation will not have your business until your eldest brother comes back, some people are always easy to think too much, and things that are not their own always have too many fantasies......"

Sheffield made a pause, and then continued to brush his plate, this small action fell in Annabelle's eyes, "Daddy and big brother are not here, I naturally have to think about the plantation, I just love fantasy, not only do I not feel that I think too much, but also feel that I think too little, I have a sense of destiny, the United States will definitely create a different history because of my appearance......"

Manifest Destiny? Just you? Annabelle now felt how right she was to not let others in, the guy in front of her had simply lowered his own level, and if others heard Sheffield's dreams, it would be the face of the two of them that would be lost.

Indigenous is indigenous! Sheffield understood Annabelle's thoughts at a glance, no matter how smart this girl was, it was impossible for her to understand that the fate of the Confederate States of America could only be saved by him, and that the slave owners in the south still had to rely on him if they wanted not to be deprived of their right to speak.

Seeing Sheffield, the dishwasher, finish her job, Annabelle said unhurriedly, "Mr. Sheffield, you should have nothing to do now, we can talk about the distribution, it's like this, except for Monroe and Baton Rouge, plus some small strongholds, we have arrested a total of fifty-seven people, and now they are all locked up on your plantation, I believe you know very well, you should know that these are time bombs, we have to carry out the tail sweeping work, and we can't let the Yankees catch the handle......"

"I've been fine, and of course that's not the point!" Sheffield restrained the angry Annabelle and said, "There are fights in the northern suburbs of Monroe and in the city, this matter cannot be covered up, and I really want to know how Taylor Manor swept the tail!" Do you want to kill all the witnesses, if so, I really admire the courage of Taylor Manor......"

"The Indians are savage and ferocious, and it's not a big deal to meet a white man in an ambush!" Annabelle's words caused Sheffield, who was lighting a cigarette, to cough violently twice, and asked as she coughed, "We have Indians here?" Miss, can you please find a good reason to get by? As far as I know, there has been no Indian activity in the state for several years......"

"Who's to say no? I said yes, and besides, we're so close to Texas that it makes perfect sense that some Indians would come and attack whites! Annabelle's face was awe-inspiring, as if she had been brought into the role of Joan of Arc.

This kind of stinking and shameless demeanor really fits the definition of an American in Sheffield's mind, and the Indian is really an all-round bottle that can put anything in it. Annabelle's meaning is very easy to understand, which means that the two families must be unanimous in this matter, and they must not admit that the members of the Underground Railway have been divided by them. Blame it all on the Indians.

"Okay, you can take the Yankee away at night, I've eaten a lot of my food for the past four or five days, and I can't work! Hurry up and take it away, I don't have time to raise an uncle here! Sheffield said with a look of disgust, "If you don't take these people away, I can only let them sink their corpses in the Mississippi River, and go to the river to accompany the tired black slaves......"

"There are only twenty-two Yankees, and this time your Sheffield plantation has made a lot of money, not only have all the black slaves been chased back, but more than thirty slaves have been added for nothing!" Not to be outdone, Annabelle said, "What's wrong with eating your something, with your style, it is estimated that the Yankees have eaten the leftovers of black slaves these days......"

"I warn you, don't talk nonsense!" Sheffield had to admit that what this woman said was really right, the Yankee had really eaten the leftovers of black slaves these days, which Sheffield took care of personally.

"Looks like I guessed right!" Annabelle's beautiful eyes rolled at Sheffield, "There are ten days before the ship arrives, do you want me to help you send the experimental equipment over!" ”

"That's for the best!" Sheffield grabbed Annabelle's hand and said affectionately, "You are so good to me!" ”

"So you have to raise these Yankees for a few more days, don't starve them! It will take some time for our family to prepare the ship to Brazil! Annabelle struggled for a moment and didn't break free, and Sheffield grabbed her hand, and she could hear the joke anyway.

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