"I'll leave it all to me, but I can't guarantee the health of the Yankee! Natural selection of the fittest survives, and if someone dies on my plantation, I won't be responsible! Sheffield looked irresponsible, these people are not his slaves, even if he is sick, there is only one thing Sheffield can do, which is to dig a pit and bury these people.

"Your heart is so black, you can say that you are all our compatriots!" Annabelle couldn't help but laugh, pinched the boy's cheek with a pair of small hands, and pulled hard, "Can't you show your good side?" Why are you so ruthless, but I appreciate your ......"

A girl who wants to buy her compatriots as white slaves to Brazil as slaves is ashamed to condemn another slave owner for being black-hearted and unkind? Do you want Sheffield to show her good side? Sheffield thinks that he does have a good side, but he is afraid that no one will buy this kindness for him, so if a socialist who is ready to overthrow the capitalists and slave owners, if he really shows his kindness, will you guys still have a way to live?

At that time, the USSR did not appear, and the American Union was born first! I just don't know if there is a multinational coalition that has crossed the Atlantic to kill.

Thinking far, Sheffield still has something to say, to be precise, it is a matter of the tobacco plantation, the benefits of Sheffield's tobacco plantation have continued to decline in the past few days, during this time, he is at home in addition to waiting for the success of the operation at the same time, he also went to the tobacco plantation in the west of the city to see, is ready to change to cotton, after all, cotton is king and there are more than ten years of good life. However, he found that there was an ownerless vacant land on the edge of the tobacco plantation over there, of course, it was not ownerless, it belonged to the public, about 800 acres of land, and after exploring Sheffield, he felt that it was more appropriate to buy it and transform it with the tobacco plantation.

"The land? There are quite a few families who are ready to want it, but it is for the expansion of the city! Annabelle said with some embarrassment, "Some black freedmen always need a place to live, as if they are going to build a settlement for black freedmen to isolate them, these people are all employed by slave owners, unlike the slaves you bought......"

"Negroes? How many of them are there? Sheffield asked very unhappily, he already had a crush on that piece of land, if a huge force also took a fancy to him, it turned out that the state government was going to make a settlement for blacks, which was unbearable. The U.S. government is nothing more than a dog of the capitalists, and it is not a good thing that a lackey should be a lackey of the slave owners in the South, and it is not a good thing that a lackey should have the idea of serving the people, or serving the blacks, and the lackey is too conscientious.

"Two or three thousand, right? We really don't have many free blacks here! Annabelle thought for a moment and gave an approximate number, if she asked how many black slaves there were in New Orleans at the moment, she would know, but if she were black freedmen, she would not know.

"Do you need eight hundred acres of land?" Sheffield thought about his funds for a moment and said, "Since it is to establish black settlements, I think it is also a good thing, those black people are very well managed!" It's better than scattering the whole city, and the province will be taken as slaves by some unscrupulous family, ruining our reputation, and spreading to the north to be chewed by the Yankees! But I don't need such a large amount of land, so why don't I buy the land at the market price, and the state government will give me the money to build the settlement, and I will build the black settlement, and how about giving me the rest of the land to be used as a plantation? ”

As a guy with zero business talent, Sheffield's understanding of capital when he was studying in the KGB was limited to how to criticize its decay and backwardness, and let him personally go into battle with the current northern elites, maybe he would lose all the money he had worked so hard to farm. But Sheffield still feels that this matter is profitable, and it can even be profitable.

Looking at the boy's confident expression, Annabelle put a question mark in her head, he did not understand why Sheffield was so happy to know about the establishment of a black settlement. This can't be blamed on her, large-scale construction has just appeared in the north, such as the plantation economy in the south, the major plantations are built by themselves, and the population is very scattered, so naturally they will not know the profit of the house. Every time the housing price is linked to large-scale construction, although the situation in the United States is different, the reason is also reasonable. Moreover, even if he can't make it, Sheffield will be regarded as a good deed, and the rest of the land will also fall into his hands, and he will make the same steady profit.

"Then I'll go back and ask my father to ask, as long as you really establish a foothold for the Negroes, I believe it's not a big deal, but I wonder why the land has to be annexed because it doesn't have much value? Now land is so cheap! Annabelle asked.

Land cheaper? It was a cheap forest, a cheap swamp, and the land that could be used as a plantation was not cheap at all, and now that there was such a big bargain, he could see that nature wanted to grab it, and complained bitterly, "The three plantations left by my father, not to mention the cotton and sugarcane plantations, the two plantation groups are not far away, and the tobacco plantation is actually in the west of the city, and it takes a long time for me to run there every time!" Fortunately, the south and east of the city are the sea, otherwise my father might have asked me to go around the city every day, if it weren't for the fear that he would come back and be dissatisfied, I would have wanted to sell the tobacco plantation in the west of the city, and now since I can't sell it, I can only expand......"

When he said goodbye to Annabelle and left, Sheffield had already thanked him, and he didn't dare to put on a show anymore, and his courteous attitude made the two thugs waiting outside look sideways, and Bird Taylor, who was leaning against the wall and chatting, bumped Westin next to him with his shoulder and said, "How do I think little Sheffield seems to be a little too close to our Miss Annabelle......"

"You're too much in charge, at least Mr. Taylor's daughter looks much smarter than you! Do you still need to be reminded? Westin took a hard puff of his cigarette, handsomely popped the cigarette butt out of an arc, his eyes secretly slanted at Bird Taylor next to him, and applauded himself deeply.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure the Yankees are healthy!" Sheffield crackled his chest under the carriage, looking like he was on a knife and down a pan. In the blink of an eye, I forgot who didn't even feed the captives with leftovers.

"I hope so!" Annabelle didn't have much confidence in her perfunctory words, but he knew Sheffield too well, and these words could only be listened to, and he must not expect much binding.

Westin and Henry, the captains, overseers and guards of the Sheffield plantation, also came to see them off, Westin and Bird Taylor high-fived and watched their friends leave, but there was a slight discord in that Westin always felt that Sheffield, the conscience of the slave owner next to him, was muttering something in a low voice, "The wall should be as thin as it should be, the cement should be as much as it wants, the foundation should be as shallow as it ...... as shallow, and the steel bar as thin and thin."