As for the town's security guards, it's just that the overseer of the plantation has changed his name! In fact, nothing has changed, the oppression of the so-called black freedmen has not been lessened, these people are the same as the slaves of the plantation, but nominally not slaves.

On the day the town was built, Sheffield, looking at the face of money, congratulated the black freedmen who had moved in, "Benevolent Sheffield has helped you build your home, in view of your poverty!" So you're allowed to pay your rent every month to live here, and your safety is the plantation's ...... supervisor, well, the security guard is responsible! You have to respect the security guards, after all, they are protecting your right to live! ”

"Edward, do we really protect them? If it is true that a slave owner has captured their people, do we really have to come forward? Westin said with a faint worry on his face, "Some low-level radicals are not easy to deal with......

"These are plantation people, treat them like slaves of their own, understand!" Sheffield looked at these black men without squinting, and with a gentle smile, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Radicals at the bottom? It's just a bunch of poor ghosts, and you still want to rebel? Don't you have a pretty good relationship with Bird Taylor? I can't do it, just look for him......"

What will happen to some white people at the bottom? It's just some smashing, looting, and burning, but the thugs of Taylor Manor are their ancestors in this regard, and the private armed gangs that landed in Africa to smuggle slaves can't deal with these scum?

"Mr. Sheffield, will you kick us out if we don't have the money?" A black man with a wrinkled face and an old voice asked, and this matter was also a matter of concern to most of the people present.

Seeing in the eyes of these black men, Sheffield saw the two emotions of anticipation and fear, and coughed lightly, "If you can't pay the rent, you need to send an adult man into the plantation to work!" That's fair, isn't it? ”

Sheffield thought that he would not have to worry about the shortage of labor these days, and as the protector of these black freemen, it made perfect sense to ask some black people to help from here if there was a shortage of people on the plantation. When the next cotton crop came, Sheffield would no longer have to work overtime on the plantations to oppress the black slaves.

"Martin, you are the black steward of the plantation, and before May comes, you are going to bulldoze all the tobacco leaves on the plantation, and this plantation will also be turned into a cotton plantation in the future!" Sheffield led his slave steward on a stroll around the plantation, pointing his finger at the country, "I used ten acres of land to build the town, but I am a very merciful man. It's a big deal to give them a few acres of land to grow some vegetables, and there are still 800 acres of land incorporated into the plantation, and the number of black slaves you manage will increase, and the burden on your shoulders will not be light......"

"Merciful master, your slave Martin will definitely manage the black slaves for the sake of his master, we are self-aware people!" Martin was overjoyed to thank Sheffield and said that the expansion of the plantation would allow him to expand his stewardship. As a direct beneficiary, he was originally an ordinary black slave, and he was very satisfied.

"I hope so!" Sheffield said very coldly, "Also, the hygiene of this plantation is too far from Lincoln's, you should pay attention!" I also have to make plans for the life of the slaves, and starting next month all the children over the age of five on the plantation will start school, and I will teach them myself......"

"Merciful master, how can this be done?" Martin hurriedly refused, "Let the children work in the field, just have the overseers watch, the master's time is so precious, how can it be wasted on such a thing!" ”

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, I will teach if I say I'll teach!" Sheffield's tone is unmistakable, in a sense his attitude towards blacks is unquestionably discriminatory, but on some issues he would rather trust black slaves than white people. Especially when it comes to loyalty, I don't know why Sheffield just thinks that blacks are more reliable than whites if they are nurtured from an early age. There's no why, it's just a pure feeling.

Sheffield hadn't left the plantation for two months, and when he came out of the plantation again, it felt like a world away. If you don't have too many people for a long time, it will have some impact on your personality. But there is no way, a few plantations are enough to keep him busy, riding a horse in the countryside of Sheffield, into a leisurely scenery, I have to say that the United States is so good that the location of this place is so good that other countries are jealous, coupled with the quality of the population, there is no reason not to reach the top in the future.

"If you don't build an organization, you can't let go of it when you do things!" Sheffield knew that he was not out of the realm of slave owners, let alone a leader! Although Taylor's Manor is a good armed group, it is not his, and even if he marries Annabelle, he may not be able to control this force.

This aimless wandering made Sheffield's thinking get a huge relaxation, and he began to think about more things, "If the Civil War starts, the South's chance of victory is the first two years, when the North has no potential, the South has pinned its hopes on independent success, and the defensive posture adopted is completely impossible, it must take the initiative to attack and destroy the first batch of troops of the Northern Army to enter the battlefield, followed by the liberation of the four slave states that did not join the Union side, and close the population gap between the North and the South!" That's how you can ......."

"There is still a shortage of talents, talents that can be trusted!" Sheffield made up his mind irritably, and could only pin his hopes on whether Taylor Manor could deceive the retired officers of the Frank-Law Sect, the quantity was not enough and the quality was not enough, and the few people on his side could only be strengthened in other aspects.

Sheffield, who had been wandering around, not only did not relax his mood, but also became even more depressed. After a trip to his house in the city, the old butler handed Sheffield a few letters, and Sheffield, who had the letters, asked about the two little ones and left the attic, there were three letters, one from Mexico, and two from the north.

Sheffield, who returned to the room, lit the kerosene lamp, weighed the old Sheffield's letter on the side, and did not expect that there would be anything important, and opened the two letters from the north, "Dear master, as you expected, not all northerners are interested in the comfort of blacks, I don't think it is difficult to establish the Ku Klux Klux Klan, I haven't noticed it before, it turns out that there are so many people around who don't like blacks, you are right!" North and South shouldn't be pitted against stupid blacks, I've entered a university and I'm ready to find a group of like-minded friends to start a class reunion! ”

"This Karen, she's really fast!" Sheffield chuckled and opened another letter, glanced at it and suddenly stood up, focusing on one sentence, "I have found a few people in management, I can be sure that they are white supremacists, and there is no problem with the talents of a few people!" All very young and adventurous! ”

Sheffield immediately replied to the two people, praising the work of the two people, and asked Thomas to hurry up and let the talents needed here go south, Sheffield really felt that there was no one to rely on around him, and hoped that the talents in the letter could not let him do things with a feeling of shrinking.

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