The United States is a martial country, and this country respects soldiers who dare to go to war and fight for their country! That's why there is such a thing as the suppression of World War I veterans and the insult of soldiers who have returned from Vietnam. So Sheffield is just a good start for the future U.S. government, and of course Sheffield is facing a very serious punishment in theory, with a loss of nearly 100 dollars, and our perpetrators are doing deep introspection on their own plantations and accepting punishment.

"I'm really a philanthropist, and I can consider putting more effort into helping retired politicians get back into the workforce in the future!" Sheffield's heart was dripping with blood, as the spokesman of a backward class, with the greed of a capitalist and the shamelessness of a slave owner. Nothing saddened him more than the punishment of giving alms to the untouchables.

"Edward, what's going on?" Westin was just coming over for a walk, and then preparing to return to the plantation in the north of the city, after all, there are also trustworthy people to defend it, but he didn't expect to see more than 20 black families coming over to eat when he first arrived here.

If he didn't know what Sheffield was, he would have thought that after passing the Underground Railway once, the young slave owners were brainwashed by the Yankees in turn! Sheffield's expressionless face and sad eyes made Westin feel a little distressed, was he threatened by a black man? How dare these do that?

"Don't you see that I'm entertaining black people?" Sheffield said with a look of lovelessness, "I guess these black people haven't eaten today, if I hadn't prepared to hide a lot of meat, it would have been really distressing!" ”

"What's going on?" Sheffield told the stunned Westin what had happened today, and unsurprisingly ushered in a burst of blatant ridicule, which was simply too arrogant, and the undisguised ridicule made Sheffield's brow furrow tighter and tighter.

After a long time, Westin finally put his smile away from Sheffield's poker face, although he wanted to say seriously, but Sheffield could still hear that his number one thug's voice had changed, "You can even think of using black people to deal with Yankees, how did you come up with this solution!" ”

"You want to know?" Sheffield's eyes sparkled with a dangerous look, and he said with a smile, "Raise your hand and slap it on the table, and you know I'm going to do it......"

"Don't try to fool me!" Westin muttered to himself, still believing Sheffield's words, raised his hand high and slapped it on the table, the loud noise made the blacks around him stunned, and thought that the two of them had quarreled because of something.

However, there are also black people who immediately stand up and move their muscles after seeing the object clearly, maybe they can help Sheffield beat Westin at this time, and they can eat here tomorrow. As everyone knows, he has become the Westin who has become a mobile meal ticket, and he slapped it on the table, feeling nothing except that his palm was red and painful.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing Westin's serious nod, Sheffield tried hard to hold his poker face, and then he still didn't hold back his laughter, hehe! This group of Yankees was so simple or deceitful that they laughed for more than a minute before whispering, "The effect of force is mutual, Yankees like abolition, so I have to beat them with black people!" There's nothing wrong with using the black community to brush up on presence......"

These words were naturally made nonsense by Sheffield, and it was entirely for the sake of Westin's swollen palms that he found such an excuse, Westin raised his eyebrows, and he now had a very wonderful feeling that he had not been fooled!

Sheffield suddenly tilted his body, bypassing the sight blocked by Westin, and saw several black uncles approaching Westin with unkind faces, and shouted directly, "Full?" If not, please continue ......"

"There's no problem on my side, the north of the city still needs you to be in charge, but the black slave's own affairs should be handled by Lincoln, we white people had better not come forward, it's too hateful! We can't manage anything if we can't do anything, and it's more useful to use regulations than to use a horsewhip! Sheffield put forward his own advice on the slave issue, pulling his number one thug back from the brink of danger.

beckoning Martin to send Westin away, Sheffield walked to the middle of this large group of blacks, ready to chat with these blacks, there are really not many groups that are so easy to deceive, and the southern slave owners basically use direct high-pressure means to maintain their plantations, and they don't care about using deceptive means at all. It is precisely because of this that he has room for play, a half-political commissar.

If they all adopt an attitude of co-optation and deception towards blacks, how can they play their role? There are so many liars, and fools have become a scarce resource. These blacks suddenly found that the famous big slave owners of New Orleans were treating them as equals, and they immediately felt flattered.

"Do you stay at home when you go out to work? There are things that children should learn so that they can also be of great help to their development! Learn to count, at least you won't be deceived! Knowing how valuable you are, knowing how much respect and love you have, I believe that except for some white hooligans at the bottom, ordinary white people will not trouble you......" Sheffield switched his thinking to the political commissar mode, and taught these black uncles the importance of education.

The Sheffield commissar went deep into the toiling masses at this time to relieve the negroes of their worries, "Well, let your children come into the plantations while they are at home!" I'll give them something, no matter what, at least don't be deceived! "Sheffield, a veteran liar, is at the center of the black crowd, reminding the simple black uncle not to be deceived.

"Mr. Sheffield, we are grateful! But our children are still too young! Most children can't afford to do heavy labor yet! Some people think that Sheffield is cheating black labor, and the black IQ must be approaching seventy, at least they will not blindly agree to things.

"It's off-season at the plantation right now, and besides! Wouldn't it be better for me to go directly to you? What can those kids do? Sheffield said very sincerely, "I don't have many times when my compassion is overflowing, and I don't know how long it will last this time......

Three days later, the U.S. fleet anchored in New Orleans headed south, and Sheffield became the teacher of a group of black children, and it was the off-season on the plantation, and Sheffield took the little black slaves and free black children of his plantation to class every day. Sheffield, who is a good teacher, teaches these black children every day.

"Your children are in my hands, and now you can't leave the Sheffield family at all!" Looking at the children playing not far away, Sheffield, who had just turned eighteen, put on a satisfied smile, and first of all, he wanted to make these black freedmen feel that as soon as they left the Sheffield plantation, they would immediately feel uncomfortable. Slavery does not trap subconscious blacks who want to be free, and they must integrate their influence into their lives, so that even if black freedmen are not slaves, they are actually in the same situation as slaves, and education still has to start from the baby.