Ica eventually stayed with his father, staying at Lord Victor Rogers' "Liberty Village" estate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he mainly helps his father do some work within his power during the day, and delivers water to the people in the cotton field, and sometimes helps the kitchen carry some goods, and later he can also peel potatoes and help wash vegetables, in fact, Yika can let his father rest all day, although his arm is inconvenient due to injury, but these jobs can be dealt with by himself.

But the father refused, and said to Ika:

"If Master Victor had known that I had been in the house all day, he would have sold me or one of you that day. He'll think I'm wasting his food, and we have to not let ourselves be idle, or we'll be separated again. So, we have to prove that we have the value of existence! ”

Ika couldn't believe that all the laws here were incredible! Even as a slave in his hometown, he had never heard of these rules. In particular, there were several times when Ika almost greeted his father in the ethnic language while he was working, but he was quickly stopped by his father! In order not to slip out, the father and son used to practice in the house every night.

It's been two years since Ika and his father met, and Ika hasn't forgotten his struggle, but he really doesn't understand whether this place really has no place for himself. He had thought about running away, and he wanted to take his father with him! Where can you run?! If you want to go home, you still need a big boat after you run away, so where can you go up and get a big boat? He thought about it and finally decided to take care of his father first. He was his only relative on the land, and his father tried to compensate for the loneliness he had caused when he was not with Ika, especially at night when he and Ika sat in the garden, looking out over the endless fields under the stars in the night sky, and telling about each other's encounters. The two of them would chat in code words that only each other could understand, and father and son sometimes felt as if they were back home in Africa.

In the eyes of many people in the manor, Daddy Weber, who has always been a loner and has a quiet and reserved personality, seems to have found another godson, and he rushes to do any work.

One day a black slave laborer passed by and said to them:

"Daddy! How blessed are you! Send a daughter and a son! It's still such a big guy! God really cares for you! ”

Weber. Rogers couldn't help but be surprised! He looked at his son, and Ika's expression was surprised! So he just smiled and replied:

"Yes! Lawrence. Davits! This kid knows how to be grateful! It's fate! I bought a son, and I admire it! By the way, don't forget to give me a haircut tomorrow. With that, he stood up, stretched, and walked into the house.

Ika also followed into the house and closed the door, originally he wanted to ask his father loudly what the words of the man just now meant, but due to the circumstances, he had to force himself to suppress the voice and say to his father:

"Father! What did he just say? Daughter? Are you married again? I have a younger sister? ”

Instead of answering Ika right away, Weber sat down on the bed, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, and with a long sigh, he said to the roof: "Yes son, I was married again!" And I gave you a little sister, maybe that marriage to something that wasn't called anything, in this damn land. No, there is nothing wrong with the land. It's the white guys who are wrong with us coming here! We weren't supposed to be here. ”

"What do you say? You betrayed your mother!? ”

"Yes, kid I'm a traitor. I'm ashamed of your mother. Shame on your sister, for I failed to protect her as a father. I don't ask for your understanding and forgiveness, I get retribution. ”

"Where is your second wife?" Ika said, sitting on a stool and staring at his father on the bed.

"Dead, sick dead. He was lucky not to be sold, and he was buried on the hillside over there, and all the dead blacks on this manor would be buried there, and I would be buried there in peace. ”

"Father! What the hell is going on here! Don't fill me with anything! Tell me all, okay? Where is my sister?? Ika's calm tone was filled with eager questions.

Webber then turned his back to Ika, then folded his arms in front of his chest, and began to tell his story in a slow, melancholy voice.

"That's a good answer, my third year here was also my last escape, my leg was badly wounded, and I was not in this manor farm at the time, and the owner of the farm buried me alive saying that I was dying, and wanted to make an example of me so that I could do the best I could.

"It was now Master Rogers who saved me, and I should thank him, shouldn't I? Hum! Yes, he saved me, and I felt like I was dying just like you did when I came. Then there was a black slave waitress who gave me medicine and fed me every day, and of course the medicine was also bought by Master Rogers, and maybe some of the white people were good, and they were like the fruit of the tree, maybe not all of them were bad. ”

"What! Good?! You still say that! You've changed! Ika said with some excitement.

"Don't interrupt me, son, I'm just telling you the story, it's just the beginning." Weber still spoke unhurriedly with his back to Ika, as if he were telling a story.

"The waitress took care of me, just as Jenny did to you when you were dying. Later, we really fell in love, so much so that we forgot our environment and our identity as a slave. Later I married her, and the next year we had a little daughter, she was very lovely, and I felt a sense of belonging that I had never felt in this land before, and even a sense of affection! It felt like home. Me, my daughter. Webber cried, but he turned his back to Ika.

"Later." Ika said.

"When she was 10 or maybe 11 years old, Mr. Rogers went to an evening around the estate, and I was his coachman, and their party was arguably unheard of before for me to see so much splendid costume and tableware music and singing and dancing. The next morning he came to me and said that a friend's daughter had a birthday and her daughter was 9 years old, but no one had been playing with her, and he wanted my daughter to be with her, and I said yes at the time, and I thought it was good! But when I went to pick her up a week later, the owner of the manor said he had sold him by the Scriptures! Because she broke a very expensive vase and had to be tasted, he ignored me no matter what I said and begged! And let people kick me out! I'm going to find that bastard Rogers! He said he would take care of it for me, and I really believed it again. At this point, Weber paused. And then he said:

"I used to be in contact with him for a long time, and sometimes he would hug my child, laugh and talk to me. You'll never believe that he, a white man, a slave owner on a large estate, had a very speculative conversation with me, and he loved to hear me tell me stories about his homeland in Africa, and he once said he would write a book about it, and he would give me a copy! But as soon as I say anything about why I'm here and how free I once lived, he'll turn out to be Lord Rogers. I sometimes thought that if he could let me bring my wife and children back to my hometown, I would become brothers with him and forget the sufferings and hatreds of the past. Later I knew that it was not realistic for me, and then I thought that if I could be set free with my wife and children, so that we would not be sold and live in fear and fear, I would stay with him for the rest of my life.

But that day he took 120 dollars and calmly said to me, "My daughter can't come back, and the slave traders don't know where to sell her!" She couldn't come back, she was so young that she didn't know her own life and ancestors, and those white people would tell her that she was born a slave, a soulless shell. He even persuaded me to open some. ”

"You, you're really not a man!! What a shame on you!! You have fallen to such a point of being fooled!! How did our family come up with a guy like you! I'm ashamed of you!! You are not my father! Why didn't you kill him!! Ika couldn't help it anymore, and scolded his father who was lying on the bed with his back to him! Then I started crying!

"yes, why didn't I kill him, why." At this time, Weber washed his face with tears.

Yes, why not kill the one who fooled him, he took pity on himself and saved himself! And talk to yourself, this sanctimonious guy! Still chatting with himself, Weber, who was so angry that day, punched Rogers hard! At that time, his wife was scared silly! You know, it's in the South! It's in the territory of the whites! I'm a slave! It's a black slave! I saw Rogers get up and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to himself coldly:

"I can understand your uncle, but I can't help it. Also, you just hit me, yes! You know the rules and the way we punish you slaves, but I forgive you! Because you're not like other slaves! You are a noble gentleman from Africa, and talking to you gives me some good wishes, and you can be a gardener instead of driving a carriage for me tomorrow, but if you dare to tell me about today, I can guarantee you! No! Or I can't save you, you see? You may be a black man who beats a white man in these 300 kilometers and is not hung up and burned alive. After saying that, he walked out, and his wife next to him hurriedly bent down and apologized in horror!

That day, Weber, an old black slave from Africa who was plundered and enslaved, burned more than 120 US dollars that the guy put down! Almost picked up a knife and was about to rush out and kill this white man! He's had enough! He's going to kill him, he's killing himself!! Never be his toy! It was at this time that his wife, Maria, was in the land! One step in front of the door and begged him loudly! Finally, she cried and said, "I lost my daughter in the Scriptures!" I don't want to lose you! If you want to die and get rid of it all! Kill me first! She closed her eyes! Webber's hand with the knife began to tremble, and finally the knife fell to the ground! He himself fell. He had been bedridden for several days, and the white man had even invited a doctor to come to see him, which made him even more heartbroken! Why didn't he kill himself! Don't whip yourself! Didn't the God called God always teach them in their white religion to put aside their differences and become brothers with the rest of the world?! His wife, Maria, also believed in it apologetically, why did Rogers give himself everything that other black slaves could not get! But it doesn't give freedom to this land! Or send us back! Let me go home! Go back to your own home!

About a few months later, one evening after dinner, his wife said to him:

"I know you're angry right now, but I'm going to say it to you today. It may not be all to blame on Mr. Rogers, but to be fair it is that he is still good to us, and there are some things that we cannot control. We can't decide our lives and destinies, we're slaves, and it's nice to be in Rogers' estate. ”

Webber didn't answer, just stared at the roof and listened to her words.

"Perhaps, our daughter was sold to a good manor owner, like Lord Rogers, who might treat her like his own daughter, and he would not sell the slaves at will. Perhaps, she will come back. ”

"Yes! The premise is that they are obedient. Let those white ghosts fiddle and play like a doll. Weber replied coldly.

"You've finally spoken, God!"

"Humph! You believe in God, and he didn't give you freedom and took your daughter. ”

"How can you say that! You are contempting God! The wife said in surprise.

"I despise him? Yes!! He snatched my daughter! If he were fair! Exists! It should also be the daughter of that damn white ghost! No! The white ghosts were also sold into slavery in Africa!! Go and taste what it's like to be a slave too! ”

Perhaps, God did that with the Bible. Weber, I know how you're feeling right now, but you'd better be able to, better be normal. I really don't want to lose you, we can have a child if you want us, Weber, I mean really. ”

"You go away for me! Get lost! Webber said as he pushed away his wife's hand that had been whipped on his chest.

"Yes! We can still have one child, maybe have a few more and then watch him or her get sold, what are we? A couple? Or is it an animal bred on the farm!? You answer me! You straight-haired with no soul of your own! ”

"You! You even say that about me! Weber! You are my husband! ”

"Isn't it?!"

"You have a soul! You have a home, so why did you marry a straight-haired and soulless in the first place! Also eat the meals she cooks! No wonder our daughter was sold! Because you're just an animal from Africa for your owner to see! "I've just finished speaking! Weber's slap hit his wife in the face! This was the first time Weber had beaten his wife in this land.

He could not tolerate a woman being so rude to him, a warrior of the Kazamasa family. The blood from the beating of his wife Mariya flowed from her nose and the corners of her mouth and almost fell out of bed! But Weber soon knew what he had done! Know what a mess you've gotten into trouble! Oh, yes! A warrior, what a warrior warrior, is nothing but a slave in the hands of his master now! Animals from Africa for the owner to see! Now, who else in this land but her and loving wife can care so much about herself! It was she who took care of herself when her life was dying, it was she who cooked, washed and washed her shoes, it was he who gave birth to a daughter for herself, and it was she who maintained and cherished herself! But what did I do? If she said something that hurt her heart, she and she were just without freedom! Wei Bo was shocked and regretted! He wiped her blood with tears, then hugged her tightly in his arms and sincerely apologized to her! But at this time, his wife Maria was as godless as if she had lost her soul! No matter what she says and does, she will not be moved! For his wife, Maria, she is nothing more than straight hair in the eyes of everyone, including her husband! A Mixed Race with a White Slave Owner. is a man who is not even as good as a! Everything is false, and there is your own destination and true love in this world!?

A few weeks later, Weber's wife fell seriously ill, and her health deteriorated ever since. Later, thinking that she could not cook and do laundry as before, Rogers did not sell or send her away, but left her or raised her, and one day a few years later she left Weber and returned to the God she believed in, leaving her repentance and self-reproach to Weber and Lord Rogers.

It turns out that Maria, she is the half-sister of Rogers, the owner of this manor called "Liberty Village"! When they were young, they used to play together, but when they grew up, they had to return to a different world because of the color of their skin.

The reason why Rogers didn't pursue the issue of children too much, he was afraid that others would know that he had a sister of black blood, in fact, in that era and in his area, he was definitely not the only person with such a family background, but they still had to maintain the nobility and purity of the gentleman and white blood, and before she died, Weber begged her for forgiveness in pain at her bedside! According to the tradition of the Crataya people in Africa, this can clear the sins of the person in this life, and at the same time, Rogers also asks for her forgiveness at the bedside, he is in the name of that God, in which Weber of course does not know the true image, and Rogers also does not know the true cause of his sister's death. Thinking that Rogers was confessing to his daughter, Maria forgave Webber and Rogers and closed her eyes.

Since then, Webb's relationship with Rogers has not been the same as before, but it seems to have remained somewhat inexplicable, at least he never whipped Webb. Weber, on the other hand, just does what he does every day with peace of mind and diligence, and he doesn't like to talk to others, and before and after dinner, he will take his Bible to his wife's grave and talk to her. He didn't really believe in any God, because he couldn't read English, but this Bible was like the shadow of his wife, and that day with the fiery sunset, he looked at the earth, and the sky was flying proudly, and Weber made a choice! He said to the tombstone of his wife Maria:

"I will henceforth be your uncle, not some warrior from Africa. If I can meet you in the next life, Maria, you can beat me too! ”

Get down on your knees! begging for forgiveness from his wives and people far away in Africa. Since then, he has not been telling others about his African experiences and stories, including the names given to him by his African ancestors.

Thinking of this, Weber cried, and he couldn't help it! Suddenly, someone covered themselves with a quilt! It's the son Ika! He covered his weeping father, then turned away with a melancholy face, and sat outside the door to look at the stars all night.

Weber. Rogers he will never know, and he can't possibly know. The stars are changing, and the years are faltering. Hundreds of years later, his wife, Maria, really came back and beat him. In him and his wife Mariah on the continent called America. Danny. Rogers, the daughter of whom he was born, was born to a descendant named "Mark. Yuan's black writer, of course, Mark. Yuan himself would not know. Who knows? It's you readers! 》