Xue Yuan snorted, but due to the curious or disgusted looks from the people around him, he didn't put this dissatisfaction on his face - a pinching posture is not a good choice at any time, especially when you want to get more.

In the eyes of others, a butler of indigenous skin was politely serving a beautiful rich white lady, impeccable in both posture and manners. Regardless, the combination of a white lady and an "indigenous" butler in the New World still shocked the eyes of those around her: even in the relatively civilized north, it is a rare thing to see, let alone Atlanta, a conservative town in the south. The Atlantans were accustomed to black butlers—their streets were full of blacks, and only the self-respecting descendants of the nobility of the Old World insisted on hiring white butlers at all costs. But there has never been an "indigenous" housekeeper – the "antiquity" and "stubbornness" of the natives have left too much impression on the Southerners, who believe that the natives are inherently incapable of being slaves, just as blacks are inherently slaves.

So while the Natives had slightly better relations with the southern states than with the North, the Atlantans had never seen a native in the city—let alone a "native" in a butler's uniform.

But there was now such a "native" butler who was serving a white lady in a very regular manner, although his complexion did not seem to be as dark as that of his kindred, although he did not make a strange cry of Ula Ulla or strip the scalps of others, although his movements and manners were more skilful than some of the white butlers...... But—this is a strange thing to the Atlantans.

And it's not just the southerners here - the wounded of the northern army who are constantly wailing in the endless stream of military carts and ambulances, if they are in good health, must not be stingy with the time to come and interrogate.

"Miss Scarlett, what about the person you said came to pick us up?" Xue Yuan looked around for a moment, and then said softly, "If they don't come yet, we will soon be in trouble, and it's too late to leave now." ”

Xue Yuan didn't say anything, and a small group of patrolling Northern Army soldiers was walking towards here.

"Don't worry, dear Ronald Butler, Uncle Peter won't be late." Scarlett smiled, "Look, isn't he here?" ”

Xue Yuan looked in the direction where her gaze was pointing, and at this time, a thin old black man with a gray beard, holding a hat in his hand, showed a solemn and extraordinary bearing, and walked towards them on the mud.

"Is it the eldest lady of the O'Hara family? My name is Peter, Miss Peaty's coachman. Don't step on this mud! The old black man's voice turned sharp, and he actually turned his head and yelled at Xue Yuan.

"You, native? Wearing the clothes of a steward, do you not know the duty of the house? You actually let your own young lady step on the muddy ground, why don't you carry her on your back? ”

"It's alright, Uncle Peter." Hao Scarlett seemed to be happy that Xue Yuan was yelled at by the old black man, but she still said in a round game, "I'm not a pampered young lady. ”

"You're in the same problem as Miss Peaty, like a child, not afraid of getting your feet wet." The old black man muttered, and then he stared at Xue Yuan again, "What are you still doing here?" Carry your eldest lady on your back! ”

Xue Yuan was speechless, there were still such arrogant blacks in the south? This commanding tone reminded him of a volute. He was amused in his heart, but he didn't care about this black man - the patrolling Northern Army soldiers had noticed them just now and were walking towards them, but after seeing this black man roaring at Xue Yuan, not only did he not come forward to ask, but actually stopped, turned around and left.

"Could it be that this is an Oba donkey a hundred years later, possessed by a soul in a volute, so good?" Xue Yuan was thinking wildly, his hands didn't stop, he bent down slightly, and easily carried Hao Sijia to himself.

This witch's body is very light, no more than 90 catties, but the two plump balls on her chest are full of weight, which makes Xue Yuan, who has not tasted meat for a long time, feel a little bit of ape.

"Come with me, don't fall on your eldest lady." Peter, the old black man, said in a commanding tone.

Xue Yuan listened silently to him criticizing him in a commanding tone, while following the old black man through the muddy field.

"Miss Pitty was supposed to be coming, and she was not very happy that she did not come to pick you up. She was afraid of you, but I told her that if she and Miss Mei Lan were coming, they would only splash muddy water and spoil their new clothes, and I would explain it to you. ”

The old black man spoke quickly, "I only know that Tara Manor has escaped a lot of lazy, but I really don't know how serious the situation is that a native needs to be promoted to be a housekeeper." Of course, on an indigenous level, he has done a good job. Why didn't he speak? Don't you know the lingua franca yet? ”

Xue Yuan was still silent, he felt that his opening of his mouth now would only make the old black man chatter even more, which would make him can't help but kill the old black man.