Chapter 33: The Whirlwind Butler (Part II)
Xue Yuan is not a natural racist, but he once had a tragic study abroad experience that can be called a sad and tearful experience, which directly led to his poor perception of black people - when he first came to the United States, he became an unscrupulous agent because of his youth and ignorance, and rented a house in a black neighborhood. In that short month, he was robbed of a total of 300 US dollars, a fruit machine, and a small bag of flour (presumably as cocaine), and even the Jordan shoes on his feet were robbed by three sixteen or seventeen-year-old black boys......
Although this world is not the same world as Xue Yuan's world, this does not affect Xue Yuan's "hatred of the house and Wu".
And Peter, the old black man, didn't know how to read minds, so he was still babbling about something that made Xue Yuan angry. "If I want to say, it's the eldest lady of the O'Hara family who is willing to take in a native like you, and she doesn't have any eyesight, and the natives who run with wild horses in the wilderness can't learn how to serve people......
"This damn old black slave" Xue Yuan closed his eyes for a second or two, his muscles tensed, and he couldn't wait to beat this chattering old black man with one punch.
Hao Scarlett, who was on Xue Yuan's back, keenly noticed Xue Yuan's changes, she chuckled, leaned into Xue Yuan's ear and whispered, "Mr. Ronald, at least on the surface, you have to be polite to Uncle Peter. He was not a black slave, but a black man who had been freed before the Northern Army arrived. He had saved my uncle's life in the war between the United States of American and the land of Mohican, the land of silver. With this kindness, my uncle gave him freedom, but at that time it was not easy for a free black man to find a job, so Uncle Peter chose to continue to serve my uncle's family. My uncle said that he was the most capable and loyal black man, and gave him great trust. In order to win, the North issued the "Emancipation Proclamation" in an attempt to win over the blacks and dismantle the South. But thankfully, the capable Uncle Peter was used as a propaganda model. So he's in Atlanta right now, so— don't be impulsive, we need Uncle Peter. ”
After listening to Hao Sijia's explanation, Xue Yuan finally gave up the idea of beating the old black man - the previous group of Northern Army soldiers took the initiative to withdraw, which should also be for the sake of the old black man's face.
"You guys didn't come here because something weird happened in Atlanta before." The old black man finally changed the topic away from Xue Yuan, "The Northern Army claims that their soldiers were attacked by a giant wolf the size of a Sharma, and that the wolf's fur could block rifle bullets, and finally it took a twelve-pounder cannon to scare the giant wolf away. ”
"Is this true?" Hao Scarlett pretended to be incredible, "Sounds incredible!" ”
"Of course not." The old black man said dismissively, "It must have been the drunkenness of the soldiers who caused the riot, and the officer leading the team found a reason to shirk his responsibility." A giant wolf the size of Sharma? This kind of bedtime fairy tale can only scare children. ”
"But it is true that many northern soldiers were wounded, probably by their own stray bullets, and now the slightly larger carriages in the city have been requisitioned by them, and I have not been able to leave a good carriage, so I can only use this carriage to survive for now."
The old black man took Xue Yuan and Hao Scarlett, who he was carrying, to a tattered carriage.
"The soldiers in the north thought that the carriage was dilapidated and bumpy, so they returned to me~ Okay, let's get in the car, we are still a long way from home."
Xue Yuan and Hao Scarlett got into the carriage, and the old black man acted as a coachman to control the carriage in front. Through the hollow in the carriage, Xue Yuan could observe the surrounding scenery.
The city is like a humming honeycomb, full of hustle and bustle. As the most prosperous city in the South, Atlanta was once a manufacturing center for the North, a medical base, and a major supply depot for the South to collect food and munitions for the frontline armies. ‘’
But now the city was occupied by the Northern Army, which came and freed the slaves, built factories, and the city worked day and night to industrialize an agrarian society. At present, the gunboats of the North are blockading the ports of the South, but the ports of the North are also blockaded by the two great powers of the Old World, and the North needs to plunder resources to make its own war supplies - the North is still making pistols, rifles, cannons and ammunition. This was to prevent direct armed intervention by the two great powers of the Old Continent.
The streets are lined with the headquarters of various military departments, and the places are full of people in military uniforms, as well as countless small clinics and hospitals. The narrow streets were crammed with all sorts of vehicles—horse-drawn carriages, short-distance transporters, ambulances, mud-drenched, sweaty, mules and horses struggling through ruts, canvas-covered military vehicles.
Oh, and a small group of bayonet-pointed, dejected Southern soldiers who were being escorted to the prisoner of war camps.
"Miss Pitty was very pleased to know that you were coming, she hadn't been so happy in a long time. Now the business is too busy to do it, and Miss Pitty has not slept well for many days, and she is sad all day, and I hope you can persuade her. Peter, the old black man, exclaimed.
"I'm more than happy to." Scarlett smiled, her water-like eyes rippling slightly.