Westin's words made Sheffield, who was walking in the night, soften his heels, "That's how this plantation slave was dealt with after he died?" Sheffield unconsciously looked under his feet during the questioning, even if he was a staunch atheist, and it was scary enough to suddenly hear such a thing in the dark.

"It's always been like this, once a black slave enters the plantation, they are part of the plantation forever!" Westin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, about five years ago, when he first heard about this kind of thing, he didn't behave as well as Sheffield now, and it can be said that Sheffield's reaction has surprised him.

"Brother Westin, I want to know how many black slaves have died on the plantation in the few years you have been on this plantation!" Sheffield glanced around blankly, I don't know how many bones of black slaves were under the flat land, maybe there was one lying under his feet, it was really terrifying to think about.

"It seems like eight people! The slave life on our plantation was okay! Westin recalled, "Eight deaths in five years is really not much, and the Holden family is busy during the harvest season, buying new slaves every year......"

This problem stopped, he really didn't want to talk about corpses in a dark environment, as a sunny boy, his taste was not so heavy, "Just deal with it according to tradition, but the pit must be dug a little deeper!" ”

"That's fine, we're pretty experienced in this area!" Westin said without the slightest emotion, as if this was an ordinary job.

I hope so! Sheffield shuddered suddenly, it's not that he's afraid of ghosts that don't exist, but normal people who are okay to be interested in this kind of thing, just like treating the enemy, Sheffield can order heavy punishment against the enemy, what a soldering iron, a leather whip, a tiger chair! Anyway, he couldn't see it when the skin was open. But this kind of thing he can't do with his own hands, and at least he will feel disgusted when he sees a lump of flesh and blood.

"I go, I seem to have forgotten something very important! Not enough electricity! Sheffield forcibly shifted his attention from the corpse to the body of the experimental equipment, and returned to his room after another inspection. In order to save costs, many plantations are not without electricity, and the Sheffield plantation is not completely without electricity, but in most cases, only the warehouse where the cotton ginners are stored will use electricity.

"No, all plantations must be electrified! I was almost assimilated by this era, I really thought I was living in the Middle Ages! Sheffield felt like an idiot who was about to forget about such a big thing every day he spent on the plantation.

All plantations need to be electrified, so let the kerosene lamps be laid off quickly. Whenever Sheffield stayed in the house and remembered, he always had to light six kerosene lamps, as now! The six kerosene lamps were placed in different directions, and the whole room was as swaggering as day.

If he weren't in the real world, he might have thought a wizard was doing it. Actually, no, Sheffield made the room so bright just to make it a little brighter so that it could help him with his memories, and that's it.

There is no way, this time he wants to recall further, he must transform the environment he is in, now even if he closes the curtains, he can feel the light in the room, the light shines on Sheffield's body from all directions, the strong light makes Sheffield, who looks relaxed, can't help but close his eyes, but he still feels the strong light through his eyelids, but this is also the effect he wants.

The bright light made Sheffield's mind blank, and all distractions disappeared, at this time, to find useful information in his mind, like an old monk in meditation, "The earthquake zone of the world?" Memories in the USSR are useless, because I didn't care about these things after work. I remembered that in the junior high school geography textbook, in the teaching building that the school had just built, the teacher was a woman! I was sitting in the first row, I was wearing a coat at the time, the time was supposed to be September, and the teacher who taught geography asked us to take out the textbook, and the content of the day was, the distribution of the world section and the volcanic seismic zone, where is the map? ”

Sheffield, who had his eyes closed, looked very calm, "Found it, textbook illustration!" Map of the world's seismic zones! ”

Sheffield suddenly opened his eyes, drew on a blank piece of paper, sketched the prototype of the world map with a few strokes, and added a few lines, only he knew that this was a high-incidence earthquake zone all over the world, in which Japan, Indonesia and the Sino-Indian border were emphatically delineated, and the United States was a high-incidence area in the western region, and from the map, the southern United States was not an earthquake-prone area.

This map of the world is quite abstract, and it is estimated that no one but Sheffield himself knows what it is.

Sheffield held a pen in one hand and touched his forehead with the other, and said, "I can't always remember like this in the future, if I have the opportunity, I should recall the structure of the concentration camp more, or make some weapons to destroy the north......

The feeling of tofu brain came again, shaking his head slightly, Sheffield could feel like water in his head, I don't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the brain.

"Since there are no seismic zones, you don't have to think about whether the house is strong or not!" Sheffield came to this conclusion, as a stinky and shameless person, it is natural to take advantage of the cheap, and the reputation must be gained! Not only to do **, but also to set up the archway, this is what he is pursuing.

Sheffield, who had a day's rest, got up early, as his first contracted civil engineering, he could not be said to have paid attention to it, and rarely did not sleep until he woke up naturally, and after getting up, he first wrote out the plan for today's plantation to Henry, saying that it was a plan, but in fact, there was only one sentence on the paper, "the same as yesterday......"

"Contact the nearby brick mill and quarry! I want to know how much a fifty square foot house will cost! Sheffield walked out of his house and went straight to Westin and said, "How many people are in a black family!" ”

"Just cut down a tree to build a house, how expensive is it to build a house with bricks, what are those black people doing in such a good house?" Westin was rather reluctant, somewhat ununderstanding Sheffield's thoughts.

"You think my house was given away for nothing?" Sheffield said coldly, "I'm a slave owner, not a philanthropist, and I would make a piece of wood out of wood and give it to a black man?" ”

"Isn't it!" Westin's answer surprised Sheffield, giving away the house for nothing? Even the USSR did not have such a thing, let alone this country in this era. He just wants to use a good quality house to control these black people, forgive these black people can't afford it, but it doesn't matter! He had decided that the houses could be rented out, ostensibly for good deeds, but in fact they were being used to exploit the last bit of savings of these black freemen.

[The matter of building a group, let's talk about it on the shelves! ] As for the last book, I can write an ending of about 100,000 words! 】