The people of the United States like to eat the kind of fish without bones, according to rumors, it is because they don't like fish bones, and I don't know if this rumor is true, in Sheffield's view, eating is to satisfy the appetite of the tongue, so naturally what is delicious to eat. The kind of fish that doesn't have many bones, he doesn't believe that it can be delicious.

Sheffield, carrying a small bucket, was still next to the campfire, thinking about whether to roast and eat it, or boil it in water, "I don't know how long your people will live!" Sheffield skillfully held the dagger to pick the scales of the fish, and sighed in a humanitarian tone. There are already a lot of factories in the upper reaches of the Mississippi River, and there don't seem to be any environmental laws in this century.

In a country where capital reigns supreme, you can't expect the upstream factory owners to think about the lives of the fish in the river. It is estimated that it will take less than 50 years, and the United States is still ready to import Asian carp.

Sheffield, who had cleaned the scales of the fish, waved his hand to let a black slave fetch water, and began to stew the fish with some leaves and turnips, during which he declined Henry's kindness, he really had no interest in the fat fish.

"Master, there's one thing I think I should tell you, when we go to the river! A few of us asked us a few strange words......" said Lincoln, the black slave, tiptoeing over and sitting next to Sheffield.

"Oh? I've seen something interesting, let's hear it......" Smelling the smell of fish in the pot, Sheffield felt refreshed, patted the stone next to him and asked Lincoln to sit down, and put on a deaf look.

"A few white men asked me where the black slaves were!" Lincoln said with some confusion, sniffling, feeling that the fish cooked here in Sheffield seemed to taste different from the usual late.

"It's normal, it's normal for some white people to see black people coming out without shackles, and you just tell them that they are slaves on the Sheffield plantation!" Sheffield lazily replied that although there were many large plantations in New Orleans, there were not countless of them, and he believed that Sheffield plantations still had a little popularity.

"A white man asked me why I was a slave, there were no slaves in the north!" As soon as Lincoln's words fell, Sheffield suddenly turned his head and asked in a very solemn tone, "Are these white men from New Orleans us, and are they dressed locally when you talk to them?" ”

"They speak in a strange tone, different from you, but I can't see anything else!" Lincoln was also just an ordinary black slave, and it cannot be said that he never went out of the plantation, but it is true that he never went out a few times. It is indeed difficult for him to say goodbye to a white man from whether he is a local or not in terms of clothing.

Sheffield weighed the carp out of the pot with a poker face, and said with some amusement, "Yankey?" What are these northern thieves doing in New Orleans? ”

In an instant, a word popped into Sheffield's mind, the Underground Rail network! It was the abolitionists of the North lurking in the network of the South helping the black slaves escape, drinking from the brightly lit fishponds, which Sheffield felt should not be like this. This is New Orleans, the southernmost state capital of the United States, and the stronghold of slave owners throughout the United States. The Underground Railroad network is probably not going to spread here, it's already a Forte in the south.

"Is it a member of the Underground Railroad, I'll try it next!" Sheffield brought a bowl of fish soup to Lincoln, in exchange for Lincoln's bursts of sycophants, Sheffield took it all in a gesture, and said after a while, "Lincoln, do you know why I like you so much in the black slaves, huh?" ”

Lincoln shook his head blankly, Sheffield looked at the black slaves in front of him who were eating bison and said, "You are smarter than ordinary black slaves, and you are rarely a little industrious, at least not lazy!" These are only trivial reasons, and the most important thing is that you understand advance and retreat, and have self-knowledge that is rare among black slaves! There is a lack of self-knowledge like you among the slaves......"

Seeing Lincoln's confused eyes, Sheffield grinned secretly, the is indeed a hard flaw in IQ, and he still can't understand it when it comes to this point, and he still needs to be more straightforward, "Lincoln, do you know what the north is like?" ”

Forgive Lincoln, a black slave who didn't even go out of New Orleans, didn't know, Sheffield didn't expect him to know, so he just wanted to start and continue, he had nothing to do ideological work for officers in his previous life, and there was no problem at all with a cameo appearance as a political commissar, "The north is completely different from ours here, the pace of life there is fast, people get up early for money, people are greedy for money, human favor and family are not the main problem, by the way, the industry in the north is very strong, and the factories are all workers, in order to pursue profits, Many factory owners in the north wanted to hire workers freely, so some demagogic thugs took their wages from us to help the black slaves escape to the north! Those people want to put you in the factory, to serve them, and when you are too old to work, they will fire you and leave you to fend for yourself......"

"Fend for yourself?" Sheffield's words made the black slave Lincoln see a world different from the south, but under Sheffield's deliberate avoidance, Lincoln's knowledge was not complete, in his insight, the factory owners in the north should be the same as the current Sheffield plantation owners, since as his master, he should be responsible for the life of the black slave until death, how can there be a situation of self-destruction?

"That's right, fend for yourself!" Sheffield Dra's distance from the black slave Lincoln was puzzled, "And in the knowledge of these guys, you blacks are not bought with money, and these thieves think that there is no obligation to take care of you for the rest of your life!" In order to make you serve them, these money-hungry Yankees usually use rhetoric to trick you into going north, by the way, Lincoln, do you know how many black slaves there are in the north? Seeing Lincoln shake his head, Sheffield continued to lie nonchalantly, "There is only one black slave in about twenty white people in the North, and it's hard for you to meet a fellow human when you go there, understand?" ”

After half an hour of persuasion, Sheffield left the impression of the Yankees in Lincoln, and then said his thoughts, "The Yankee who is talking to you is probably a thief from the North who has come to deceive you and wants to transport you to the North!" Lincoln, you can reach out to them first, and if you do it well, I'll make a very good impression......"

The political commissar was not an easy job, Sheffield wiped a handful of sweat and said secretly, "Dare to steal to the slave owner's base camp?" If those Yankees were really the machins of the Underground Railroad, I would have let you die at the hands of the slaves......"