"Come with me to Clark Town tomorrow, and I will gradually hand over the garrison affairs of Clark Town to you in the future." Ma Whistle said.

"Yes!" The steppenwolf replied.

Every once in a while, the Apache garrison in Clark Town rotated a tithe.

This was mainly to avoid the detachment of the garrison's training from the clan, but also to make more Apache soldiers aware of white society.

Clark Town.

Without a doubt, the liveliest place in town these days is the garment factory. The factory, which looks a little rudimentary, is constantly producing jeans every day, and is constantly working and expanding the building.

Working here for a month, a skilled tailor can get a salary of $25. Although this level cannot be compared with that of the workers in the eastern region, it is already considered high in the central and western regions, and it is naturally higher than that of the peasants.

Moreover, the garment factory implements the 996 work system, which is regarded as extremely evil by many people in later generations, but at present, many workers even have to work more than 14 hours a day, and 996 is relatively relaxed.

Most of the tailors are women, and job opportunities are scarce, and such a lucrative job is even more rare. So anyone who knew a little bit of tailoring skills wanted to enter the factory to work.

At the entrance of the expanding garment factory, Mary looks at the busy garment workers and construction workers with a thoughtful face.

She heard someone coming this way, and turned her head to see that it was Sheriff Tom coming to make rounds.

"Tom."

Sergeant Tom smiled and nodded, looking like an old farmer fresh out of the field, despite his neat clothes and a revolver pinned to his waist, which only he, Floyd, and the Apache garrison could wear in town.

"What are you thinking?" He asked casually.

"Nothing, just something about the factory," Mary said. ”

Tom didn't care, but looked at the factory and sighed, "I feel like this is going to be the biggest factory in the central part of the country." ”

Mary nodded: "Indeed, I never imagined that cargo pants would be so popular. ”

Tom said, "I expected it. I used to wear out my trousers from time to time when I used to work, and Mr. Jones complained more than once that it would be nice to have pants that didn't wear out. ”

Mary was silent for half a second, and then suddenly said, "I really envy you." ”

"What?" Tom was stunned.

Mary: "I mean you and Jones, Mr. Jones is a merciful man, and he never mistreated you even when you were his slave. ”

"That's right." Tom smiled, "We're friends now, we had a drink yesterday and he said—"

Mary's slave years were clearly not as fortunate as Tom's, and her expression was a little gloomy.

Tom noticed her expression and realized that he shouldn't continue the conversation, and immediately changed his tune: "But then again, I still didn't expect Clark cargo pants to be so popular. It must be said that the chief was a visionary. ”

"I feel like he's more of a wizard who can see the future, and you probably haven't seen him when he says, 'It's going to be a big sell.'" Mary laughed.

While they were talking, there was a sound of footsteps, but it was the horse whistle that came at this time.

"Chief."

"I think I heard you say I'm a wizard?" Ma Whistle's English had improved a lot, and he smiled and walked over to the two of them, "Then I have to correct that I am a shaman, not a wizard." ”

"How's the factory doing? Mary. He asked, surveying the garment factory.

The factory building is filled with indigo denim and jeans and semi-finished jeans made from it, and a group of female workers sew with needles and threads in hand.

Not far outside, some builders are building a new factory, and the clash of bricks and wood is splashing up clouds of dust. Compared to the existing plant, the area of the new plant is significantly larger.

"This is last month's income and expenditure." Mary brought a slip and handed it to the horse.

"The net profit for March was $1,145.14, and this month's figure should be able to double ......"

"When the new factory is built, the factory will be able to accommodate 100 workers, but there are not so many tailors in the town, so we may need to go outside to recruit workers."

"So far, we've been in contact with two wholesalers, one that can sell our cargo pants to Santa Fe and the other to St. Louis."

Mary gave a general account of the situation in the factory, and then asked hesitantly, "Chief, is the factory a little too much to pay its workers?" There are very few such wage levels in the Midwest. ”

"It's not high." Ma Whistle said, "You just said that we need to recruit workers from outside, and the town also needs to absorb the population, and how to absorb it if the salary is not high." ”

"Jeans don't have much technical content, and patent protection may not be of much use, so we need to increase production as soon as possible."

……

On the other side, not long after Ma Sentry left, a conspiracy was brewing in the territory of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

The current population of the Sleeping Bear Clan is about 1,500 people, mostly living in tents, and some living in wooden houses, and more and more wooden houses are being built, which makes the clan look more and more like a village.

Tents and cabins are roughly arranged in a circle across the grassland, with one area slightly isolated from the surrounding area, looking like a piece of cake has been cut off.

This is the area of the Comanches.

At this moment, several Comanche men were gathered in a tent, discussing something.

"We can't go on like this!" It was a square-faced young man who spoke, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Our children are all speaking Apache, learning the Apache script, and it won't be long before they become Apaches!" ”

"I don't know how to write my name in Apache script, and I was scolded by a guy the other day! Say what kind of illiterate I am! Another said.

"What should we do now?"

"Big Brother Square-Face, you have to go to the chief and get the twin wolves out of here, we can't stay in the Sleeping Bear Clan any longer. We are Comanches, free Comanches! ”

Fang's face sighed: "I have looked for it, but the chief is unwilling." He said that the Sleeping Bear Clan saved us in a time of crisis, and we cannot break our promises. ”

Everyone was silent for two seconds, and someone hesitated: "The Sleeping Bear Clan has indeed helped us......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "Nonsense, the Sleeping Bear Clan didn't help us at all - if it weren't for the Sleeping Bear Clan's request that we break the deal with the white people, we wouldn't have this crisis at all!" ”

"That's right, the Sleeping Bear Clan is the culprit!" Several people became emotional.

At this moment, Fang Yan hesitated for a moment and suddenly said, "Everyone, I have a way, maybe it can be done......"