"Do you long for freedom?" The horse whistle questioned the black slaves.

There was a sudden commotion among the black slaves, and this inquiry made some people's eyes shine. But there are also people who are still at a loss and do not understand the concept of freedom very well.

"Tell me, do you long for freedom?" The horse whistle increased his voice and asked again.

"Desire!" The slaves finally gave a clear answer.

Horse Whistle nodded and continued, "In that case, you are now free - Clark Town has abolished slavery from now on!" Here, the possession of slaves will be punished, as will the capture of slaves, and you will have the same rights, duties and freedoms as your former masters. ”

In this era, there was a special profession called slave hunter, which specialized in capturing black slaves who had fled abroad, and of course, sometimes "catching good and risking merit" and arresting free blacks.

The horse whistle deliberately emphasized the punishment of slave hunting, naturally in order to tell the blacks that it was safe to stay in Clark Town.

If these blacks had run away after they were free, wouldn't he have been busy in vain?

In fact, he didn't need to emphasize that these blacks would also stay. The blacks also knew that it was dangerous outside, not only slave hunters, but also wild beasts and bandits, and it was still a village and town, and there was no slavery, so fools would go out and run around.

"Free!"

"We're free!"

"I don't have to be a slave anymore - Wuhu!" The sudden freedom caused blacks to scream with cheer.

The white townspeople next to him were naturally unhappy, but they didn't dare to say anything, after all, fists are the first truth.

There are many kinds of legitimacy, but the only legitimacy of legitimacy is violence.

"Of course, what you have now is personal freedom, not financial freedom." The horse whistle made the negroes cheer for a moment, and then said, "You still need to work, or you will not have the whipping of your master, but you will have the whipping of hunger and cold." ”

"Now you have two choices, the first option is to become a police officer in the town, responsible for the security and defense of the town...... Of course, there are about eighty of you, and the town doesn't need that many cops. ”

So the second option is to be like the white man and work in agriculture or crafts in the town. We'll help you a little bit at first, and you'll be up to you. ”

"Raise your hand if you want to be a police officer."

Almost all black men raised their hands, and even a few black women.

"Looks like it needs to be screened." Ma Whistle smiled, "Alright, you guys put it down first." Now, the literate raise their hands. ”

Three black men raised their hands, two men and one woman.

Two men, one in his thirties and forties, slightly chubby, the other in his early twenties and strong physique; There was also a woman, in her twenties.

"What's your two names?" Ma Sentry walked over and asked the two men.

"Floyd." Said the young, strong black man.

His upper body was naked, and the bitter cold wind made his strong physique tremble slightly.

There were a lot of bruises on his bare skin, and it was clear that he had been beaten a lot, but his tone was still a bit rushed, even though it was a horse whistle standing in front of him, a guy who was two laps stronger than him.

Of course, the horse whistle was only one lap stronger than him, but he didn't wear a shirt, and the horse whistle was wearing a cowhide coat, and his head still had thick long hair and eagle feathers, so he added another circle.

Facing the person who rescued him, Freud also realized that his tone and expression just now were a little impolite, and lowered his head.

"My name is Tom." Said the chubby middle-aged black man, who looked like a simple peasant in his suspender pants and sweat-soaked linen shirt, with a kind face and a slight vicissitudes of life.

"If you were the police, what would you do with these white people?" ”

"Just like they did to me." Freud's tone was filled with anger.

Tom said: "The police are the ones who are responsible for law and order, and of course they punish the offenders and protect the law-abiding. ”

Ma Sentinel nodded: "Tom, you will be the sheriff of this town in the future, and Floyd is your assistant." ”

"Thank you." Tom bowed slightly.

Ma Sentry looked at Floyd again: "You have a lot of personality, but I am a peace-loving person, I hope you don't do anything excessive when you become deputy sergeant." ”

Floyd didn't speak.

"What about you, what's your name?" Ma Whistle asked the literate black woman this time.

"My name is Mary." Mary said she looked quite pretty, with thin lips, which seemed extremely rare among black people.

"You seem to have white ancestry?" Ma Whistle guessed.

Mary nodded, and said in a calm, even slightly teasing tone, "That's right, my father was a slave owner in the Alabama Territory, and one day he suddenly became interested in one of his slave girls, and then there was me. Sadly, he sold my mother when she was pregnant, so he lost a fortune — someone was going to buy me for five thousand dollars last month. ”

She was right, among all kinds of black slaves, the most valuable is this kind of beautiful mixed-race female slave. In many cases, they are even auctioned, like works of art.

"Why didn't your former owner sell it?" Ma Whistle asked curiously, five thousand dollars is indeed not a small amount.

"Because he's a disgruntled fellow, and only a musket can satisfy him!" Mary looked at a corpse on the ground with anger in her eyes.

Ma Whistle nodded: "I believe you will have a good life in the future...... I'll give you a job in a few days. ”

"What job?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Mary said, "Okay. You saved me, and no matter what job you assign me, I will definitely do it. ”

"Do you have a surname?" The horse whistle asked the blacks.

"We take our master's surname." The blacks replied.

The whistle then announced: "In that case, from now on all the blacks in the town will have the surname Freeman." Of course, if you like your former master so much that you have to take his master's surname, I won't stop you. ”

Freeman is also freeman, which means free man, which is a common surname of free blacks, and the same is true for later generations, such as Morgan Freeman and Cathy Freeman.

"Clark Town Sheriff Tom Freeman, you pick eighteen people from among the blacks to be officers, and give me the list by tomorrow night." Ma Whistle said.

"Yes." Tom replied.

For a small town, twenty policemen are really a lot, not to mention that there is a group of garrisons to be raised here, but in order to control the town, Ma Sentry feels that this is very necessary.

The expenses of the police and garrison are not a big problem, and with the civilized foundation of this town, he will be able to implement a lot of means of making money.

There are indeed a lot, as a senior netizen in China in the 21st century, he has already seen many stories and discussions about time-traveling.

Of course, it can be expected that most of these methods will encounter various difficulties in actual operation, and some may not even be feasible at all.

But there is also a means of making money, which can be achieved almost immediately, without any technological content and resource limitations, and is very suitable for the west.