"If you come a little early, you'll see a busier scene! Now it's more leisurely! Sheffield took a few new friends on a tour of his plantation and pointed, "The tobacco plantation has been bulldozed and cotton will start growing in two months!" Unfortunately, due to time constraints, we were unable to visit our plantation! ”

"Is it too big?" Charles smiled and said, "It seems that we have come to an amazing place that reminds me of New York, which I always thought was the golden place when I was in school!" ”

"New York is indeed a place full of gold, and that's right!" Sheffield said, "But when it comes to accumulation, we have a little more slave owners in the south at the moment, and if I'm not mistaken, fifty thousand dollars to open a factory in a place like Illinois should be enough, but here it is not enough!" Louisiana is running out of land for plantations, unless forests are cleared! Or find a place where the land is big enough and the population is not large......"

A few people looked around the plantation, and a few of the soon-to-be-appointed housekeepers discovered that even at the busiest time of the plantation, the picture painted in Sheffield's mouth was far less busy than their factory in the north.

"When we were in the North, we heard a lot about the atrocities against black slaves! I thought that the black slaves were living a very miserable life, but now it seems that this is not the case, what is wrong with this? Mike saw the respect that the black slaves had for Sheffield, and said with some surprise.

Sheffield smiled, wanting to see the miserable condition of black slaves? Just go straight to the Holden plantation, where whites and slaves worked and rested together, which was very common among the class of small slave owners. But in the large plantations, some of the black slaves on the plantations were indeed very miserable, "What you have heard is true, some plantation owners do not manage the plantations themselves, they are all overseers and stewards, those managers will naturally not be very good to the black slaves, and some plantation owners are more direct and don't care about the slightest loss......"

At present, if the workers in the north go to work normally, they should work eighteen hours, but the black slaves on the southern plantations do not need to do this, and the reason is very simple, because the sun cannot hang in the sky for eighteen hours, and Sheffield cannot let the black slaves work in the dark in the middle of the night, what if they run away? Since the south was an agrarian economy, when it was windy and rainy, the plantations that depended on the weather had to let the black slaves rest.

In order to stimulate the rapid development of the economy and extract more surplus value in order to maintain this high-speed capitalist machine, the capitalists constantly resort to increasing the labor time and labor intensity to brutally exploit the workers. In the United States today, the 18-hour workday is a common sight. Although there have been movements to demand a reduction in working hours, it has not helped, no one cares about the life or death of the workers, you don't do it, someone else does it. Thugs and overseers were not exclusive to slave owners, and factory owners in the north also kept thugs to deal with their workers.

A few people then moved into the small town of Sheffield, and as a new settlement, especially for the blacks, the state government could not let it out of its jurisdiction, and symbolically set up a police agency, with four or five sheriffs stationed there.

The town has a population of nearly 3,000, and the recent week has seen the arrival of blacks from neighbouring cities, so there has been a slight sense of prosperity, except that 90 percent of the people on the streets are black, and the only white people you can see are those who come to recruit workers, except for the overseers and police officers of the Sheffield plantation.

So Sheffield and a few of their white people walked on the street, as if they were in another world, and all they saw were blacks, so the blacks here knew that the whites who could appear in the town basically had more identity than them, and Sheffield was also more well-known, and they could let others know themselves by brushing their faces.

Sheffield, who kept greeting him, had a smug look on his face, and saw a stall making baked potatoes in front of a house, which looked like it had just opened, "Should I consider charging business tax or something?" Sheffield flashed a jumbled thought, and took two steps forward and sat down.

"Dear Mr. Sheffield, what do you command!" When a chubby black lady saw the owner of this town appear, she immediately greeted him politely, although the rent in Sheffield Town was not cheaper than in the city, but the plantation did do what it said would ensure the safety of the place, so that these black freedmen felt safe. Not to say how heartfelt respect Sheffield, but at least a hint of gratitude.

"Baked potatoes? Aunt Black? Let my guests taste your craft! Sheffield doesn't regard himself as an outsider at all, he just opens his mouth and asks for it, unlike ordinary people, usually in Sheffield's identity, he generally doesn't need to give money, but he wants to give, he himself has no interest in bullying the people at the bottom, and if he wants to bully, he will bully him.

"Yes, Mr. Sheffield! A few pieces are almost ready! "The fat black aunt has a very rich facial expression, not to mention how can black people achieve good results in the entertainment industry in later generations, some things are indeed innate, but unfortunately this is inversely proportional to the achievements of black people in the academic world.

The black aunt in her wide apron looked at the heat for a while, took out the baked potatoes, took out some salt and pepper in the other hand, and stood aside with a smile, like a slave ready to be on standby?

"Mr. Sheffield, all the blacks who live here are your slaves?" Rahel glanced at the size of the town, this is too exaggerated, is the plantation so profitable? Can feed so many people?

Belch! Sheffield, choking, finally swallowed the potatoes and said, "The blacks here are all free people, and my slaves live on the plantations, less than three hundred!" But I built this town, and all the blacks have to pay rent like me! The layout of the town, including the security guards and health personnel, are all my people, and the only part of the government here is the police officers, just four or five people! ”

"Mr. Sheffield, those sheriffs are blackmailing us! If only you were in charge of everything! Aunt Hei wiped her apron and said, as soon as this sentence came out, everyone stopped, and looked at the black aunt in a daze.

Ahem! Sheffield coughed violently, and potato scraps got stuck in his throat. Although he himself is in a period of expansion, he doesn't have the courage to let the government's police officers get out, although this black aunt's proposal is very tempting, but he really doesn't have the ability at the moment, Aunt Hei, you think highly of me.

"It's hard to imagine that this stable town is entirely made up of blacks, and there are blacks in our north, but all of them are very dangerous, and no white people want to go there!" After leaving the town, Mike quickly expressed his feelings.

"When dealing with black people, you have to show your attitude so that these black people understand that you are invincible! Only those who are suppressed with absolute power are obedient and live according to the life system you have planned! This will be the case, and once the blacks are laid-handed, they will soon return to normalcy! "Sheffield knows that the false prosperity of this town is based on its own strength, the house is his, the overseer is his, and the land is his! These black freedmen were no different from slaves except that they were free men, so they could not resist.