Sheffield stepped back and forth, the boots made of bison leather on his feet crackled, with Sheffield's words, hitting the chests of all the black slaves, and the horsewhip in his hand was knocked on the table, reminding everyone who is the master of this land, Sheffield took out his pocket watch expressionlessly and said lightly, "You still have fifteen minutes to eat, and in fifteen minutes, Westin will come to call you, I hope you hurry up!" ”

After speaking, Sheffield left the hut where the black slaves were eating, and there was a sound of pots and pans in his ears, and he knew with his ass that it was the group of black slaves who were hurrying to eat. A sneer on the corner of his mouth seemed to be not too difficult for a slave owner, at least Sheffield was trying to learn.

"The tobacco plantation doesn't need so many black slaves now, if the progress can't keep up, get the black slaves from the tobacco plantation over, and harvest the cotton from the cotton plantation first!" Sheffield watched the harvest progress and instructed Westin, "I'm going to keep the sugar cane plantation, but the profit margin of the tobacco plantation is a little too thin, if possible, I want to plant something else......"

"Huh/? Change crops? What are you going to change? Westin can understand Sheffield's pursuit of profits, but although the profits of tobacco plantations are somewhat sluggish due to Cuba's exports, it is really not easy to find a replacement crop in a short period of time.

"Plant what?" Sheffield glanced at Westin, theoretically speaking, the fastest money is of course growing opium and chips, but thinking of this, Sheffield couldn't help but smile bitterly, the current world's largest opium and chip market is the current China, and he really can't pass his own level. Selling opium and chips to China? He still really couldn't do it.

"It's a pity that I learned the refining technology in the KGB, I can even do crocodiles, and it's not easy to kill these primitive forms of opium and tablets and unify the world drug market?" Sheffield thought to himself.

"You didn't think of anything instead, did you? Shall I just say? How can there be anything to make money for you to do, and will you replace the tobacco plantation with cotton? We're at a lot more risk! Westin didn't know what Sheffield was thinking, and was still babbling his opinion.

"Let me think about it? There's always a chance! Sheffield gave up the temptation of growing opium and chips with all his strength, and was not thinking too much about anything else.

The slave owners of this era are also very hard, especially the small slave owners who do not have many slaves, but this group of people does not include Sheffield, if a family has more than 100 black slaves, it can already be regarded as a super slave owner, and it can be ranked in the top 100 in the entire state, and the size of the Sheffield family is compared with all the slave states, which is enough to rank in the top 100. And he also knew that the price of slaves would not change for two years, and that it would rise rapidly after the Mexican-American War, and that if it was used well, it could also make a huge amount of money.

"But if I spread the news, it seems that the biggest beneficiary is Annabelle and her family......" Sheffield thought for a while, the increase in slave prices is the most profitable for the slave traders, that is to say, the family that controls the domestic slave trade in the United States, Sheffield does not take much advantage. Sheffield couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of this, wasn't he making a wedding dress for someone else, and he didn't necessarily get thanks.

Put this idea down first, and when the cotton is harvested, Sheffield will go to the port, and then she will meet Annabelle herself, and you can mention it when necessary, as for whether Annabelle and their family listen to themselves, that's free! As much as he obeys the fate of God, he Sheffield can't force people to hoard slaves and wait for the price to rise.

For a week, Sheffield got up early and stayed up late at night, getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs, in order to squeeze the last bit of energy out of the black slaves on the cotton plantations, and squeeze out the last bit of labor. Under Sheffield's leadership of the plantation's overseers, thugs and captains were clearly inspired, and they also did not sleep well, and instantly increased the use of the horsewhip by 50 percent.

Facts have proved that people really can't be used as machines, under the supervision of the high-pressure horsewhip and repeated guns, the black slaves on the cotton plantation gritted their teeth and insisted on completing the work for the first three days, which made Sheffield rise a trace of optimism, but from the fourth day, Sheffield clearly felt that the efficiency was declining, and the horsewhip was no longer effective at this time. The physical strength of the black slaves, who were not willing to be whipped, could only bear the whip of horses, although they did not want to be whipped.

"Hurry up and get to work,!" Westin kicked a male slave, stepped on the slave's head with one foot, and raised the horsewhip with the other hand, scolding while the whip was ready to fall down at any time to teach the slave to be a man.

"Stop, Brother Westin!" Sheffield happened to see this scene, and after the black slave was whipped twice, he stopped it unhurriedly, "The harvest intensity in the past few days is too great, and the progress is no longer what the horse whip can supervise......

"What then?" Westin impatiently put down the hand that raised the whip, and glanced at the black slaves around him who were already in a somewhat numb state, and knew in his heart that this was already the case, and indeed even the whipping could increase their speed.

"This requires the eldest brother to make a trip, go to the other two plantations, and send out a group of black slaves to help!" Sheffield also had no choice but to say, "Now it's all going to be like this......"

"Okay, you say!" Westin couldn't stop complaining, "I've been tired these days, so it's better to finish the harvest early!" ”

Fortunately, the Sheffield family has other plantations, otherwise they can only hire a group of small slave owners to help, although the black slaves are not considered people, but the small slave owners still have to be paid, together with the black slaves below is a lot of expenses, now in the cotton plantation, there are already three small slave owners and nearly 20 black slaves need to be paid, together with the expenses of the white overseer, captain, groom and so on, even if Sheffield is so generous than the old Sheffield, I feel a little distressed.

The transfer of slaves from other plantations yielded immediate results before the next day's work began, and the abundance of manpower made the harvesting process significantly faster, and in one day it caught up with the progress of yesterday's fall.

"Now I finally know why there is a saying that more people are stronger!" This sentence really spoke to Sheffield's heart, and in the remaining three days he had easily harvested 1,100 acres of cotton, and the black slaves held a huge clump of cotton in the warehouse.

Now it's time for the next step, roughing it on a cotton gin and then transporting it to the dock to be loaded onto a ship to London.

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