"No matter where you are, you have to make a profit! If I don't make any money, you're all going to starve!" Sheffield looked at the black slaves in the cotton fields, and looked at the sweaty black slaves working hard, but there was no sympathy in his eyes, but instead he found another problem and commanded Lincoln, "Another point, we are not short of water in New Orleans, from today onwards you have to take the lead, sleep and bathe me every day, don't know how to sleep every day." ↖ I can smell the stench of you from afar, and I ...... it."

Sheffield had long wanted to remind these black slaves to pay attention to hygiene, but in this era, except for a few people whose families were particularly wealthy, ordinary people, including white people, had not yet developed the habit of loving cleanliness. Not to mention the black slaves who work in the field every day, the most terrible thing is that these black slaves do not like to be clean and convenient, when he first entered the plantation, he thought that he had come to India, and the fields were full of excrement, but I don't know if he also wiped his ass with his left hand and ate with his right hand like the Indian people.

Lincoln cowered and listened to Sheffield vent the anger in his heart, and promised again and again that he would definitely let the black slaves take a bath before going to bed, and there was a little strange in his heart, since he was sensible, the old Sheffield had never interfered in the lives of the black slaves, as long as the work was done!

If Sheffield knew what Lincoln was thinking, he would have pulled Lincoln's ear and told him, because the black slave was no different from a cow and a horse in the eyes of old Sheffield, and at least a person in his own eyes.

Waving his hand to get Lincoln back to work, Sheffield found a shade tree, leaned against the trunk of the tree and took out a small notebook to calculate the progress of the current cotton harvest, which was the most vulnerable when it rained during the harvest season. In this day and age, there is no way to predict the weather, and the weather in the United States is very changeable, so the harvest must be fast!

"Edward, what's wrong? Just now I saw you teach that black slave a hard lesson, aren't you usually good to him? Westin, who was wearing a vest, walked over slowly, put the rifle to the side, leaned against it and asked, "Since Uncle Sheffield and Edmond went to Mexico, it has been a bit hard to let you take care of the plantation alone, but there are many free people who can help us, and we should be able to take care of it......"

"Well said! Big Brother Westin! Sheffield put away the little notebook and said very solemnly, "Now I have an important business to do, so I must go back to my room and watch the work of these black slaves be left to you!" ”

After speaking, Sheffield didn't care whether the old butler's son agreed or not, he stood up and ran away, leaving Westin lying on the ground stunned, and shook his head with a wry smile for a long time, stood up and watched the black slaves work in the field with a rifle.

"Now the house where the black slaves live has to be pushed, it's like a pigsty!" Sheffield went back to his room, hung up his gun, took out a pencil and a blank piece of paper, and began to draw. Of course, Sheffield had never studied architecture, so he would not have made such a comfortable house, but he still knew the general layout of a prison, after all, he had been stuck in the Rubyan for so long.

"All windows must be sealed with steel drills, and the steel drills must be spaced eight centimeters apart, and I believe that no child can escape!" Sheffield muttered as he drew on the sketch and marked it with text on the side.

In fact, the more secure way is to weld the steel brazing into a network, so that no one can escape, but at present modern welding technology has not yet appeared, if Sheffield wants to do this, then can only go to the city of New Orleans to find an experienced blacksmith, considering a lot of work, he still feels that he can save the province, at this time Sheffield seems to be possessed by a cheap dad, and thought of another way, that is, to insert the steel brazing directly into the wall when building a house, which is the method used by guards in some remote areas.

"You should refer to the design of the courtyard! Each slave family had a room, and a well was left in the center of the yard to prevent fires! Also let them bathe, the key to the door should be in the hands of the white overseer! Sheffield thought about it and thought it would be better not to build a building directly, because it was the first time he had designed a house, and it was so much a slap in the face! The loss of crushing the black slaves was also on his own.

"I'm such a genius that perfectly blends the design of the courtyard house and the ruby yanka!" Sheffield didn't know if future generations of courtyard lovers would curse him, but he didn't care. How can he say that he Sheffield is also experienced in a hundred battles, he has seen a lot, what kind of scene has he not seen? Serov, the first secretary of the Soviet Union, took a group photo.

"But that old immortal actually knows Chinese, who taught it?" After Sheffield finished complaining, he suddenly felt that his nose was very itchy, and he couldn't help but sneeze several times in a row, "That Wang Balamb is scolding me?" Sheffield rubbed his nose vigorously and scolded uncleanly.

"I have that fear of being dominated by the KGB again!" Sheffield shuddered to himself, and finally decided to start building the prison as soon as the cotton plantation was harvested, oh no! It was a plan to improve the living conditions of black slaves.

"That's what you're working on? What's the point? Westin almost laughed at what Sheffield had brought out, and if old Sheffield came back and saw that he had spent a lot of money on rebuilding slave housing, he would probably have skinned him.

"I know this is the Sheffield family's plantation, but if I don't know, I think it's a pig farm?" Sheffield pouted and said, "Although the greatest value of these black slaves is labor, but the current working environment is really unsightly for me, you look at the excrement in the ditch, don't you look disgusting?" Sheffield pointed to the poop on the ground, and if it weren't for Westin's good physique, he would have wanted to press Westin down and smell it.

"Uncle Sheffield would never agree!" Westin spread his hands and looked helpless.

"I would absolutely agree!" Sheffield also spread his hands and said relaxedly, "Daddy will stay at least a year before the front line in Mexico, and I have plenty of time to plan the plantation......"

Westin still wanted to open his mouth to refute two sentences, but in the end he couldn't find a rebuttal point, the old Sheffield took his eldest son to the front line, and the Sheffield family is the one in front of him, what reason does he Westin have to stop it?

"Prepare to hire a mason, I will tear down those pigsty-like houses, and in two days I will let the black slaves dig a pit, and in the future, when I see it anywhere, I don't need to say anything, just serve with a horsewhip!" Sheffield buttoned his ears and said his thoughts, "By the way, the cotton has been cracking for a few days, and tomorrow we will start to concentrate manpower to start harvesting ......"

The protagonist and my Soviet protagonist are one person......