March 5, 1866

"Hum, hum, hum..."

There is a train that travels between cotton fields in south-central America.

In a compartment of the train, a man and a woman sat facing each other.

The man looked out the window of the train with tears in his eyes.

The woman, on the other hand, stared at the man's angular side face, secretly sad.

The man was Tom, and Tom was looking out the window at the endless fields, at the black slaves who were toiling in the fields.

Oh no, Tom shouldn't have called them black slaves.

President Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation made it possible for the United States of America to have no more slaves in the legal sense.

These blacks in the fields should be called farmers who don't need wages.

Even though slaves are not legally allowed in the United States today, Dixie's farmers "have their own tricks".

Farmers would bribe the local justice system, the judges and the police.

The police would pick up a random black man on the road, and then the judge would convict the black man of a trumped-up charge.

According to the laws of the Dixie region, these blacks must pay fines after being punished by law.

And how can the black slaves who have just been emancipated have the money to pay the fine?

Blacks would be forced to work as laborers on local farmers, paying for fines with unpaid labor.

Wait until blacks have earned enough fines for their labor, and then they will be released.

When the blacks on the front foot walk out of the farmer's farm gate, the "free" blacks on the back foot will be arrested and imprisoned again by the police who have been waiting outside the door for a long time.

These judges and police officers are so just and fair.

To put it bluntly, this is nothing more than slavery in disguise.

Tom traveled to America for the second time, and the last time he came over, in 1865.

This was the time when the Civil War had just ended, and there were more things in Texas that enslaved blacks in disguise.

Of course Tom knew all the dirty things.

But neither in the previous life nor in this life, Tom would not use such a filthy method to enslave black people.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

"What, am I crying?"

At the prompting of Diane's cousin next to him, Tom reached out and touched the corner of his eye, and sure enough, his tears were already flowing uncontrollably.

"I'm seeing the black people toiling in the fields."

"After thinking of their tragic life experience and miserable experience, I couldn't help crying."

"Negroes, who have been legally emancipated by the great President Lincoln, are still confined to unpaid labor in this field."

"They are so pitiful, and I must save them from those hateful farmer slave owners."

"I am President Lincoln's reincarnation, and I will fulfill President Lincoln's last wish - to free blacks from the fields of the South!"

"And I'm not the kind of guy who only signs bills and doesn't do practical things, I'm going to really liberate these black people."

"Let them have a paid job and a free life."

Tom wiped tears from his face and continued to look affectionately at the blacks toiling outside the train window.

Diane's cousin looked at Tom with a black question mark on her face.

"Brother, you don't have a fever, do you? What nonsense are you talking about? ”

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm really sorry for these black people."

Diane walked up to Tom's side and touched Tom's forehead with her little hand to see if Tom had a fever, what nonsense was the cousin of "Good in the World" talking about?

"I'm telling you Diane, these farmers aren't going to use these blacks at all."

"It's like they kind of bondage to black slaves on the farm."

"It's a tyrannical thing, a waste!"

"I can't help but shed tears for this extravagance."

"Slave owners only use these blacks during their busy farming hours, but what about when they are not working?"

"Isn't it just raising some black people who eat white rice?"

"The more I look at it, the more I feel sorry, and I can't help crying."

"Woo woo woo~"

Tom couldn't help but cry out more tears, and Diane pulled out a handkerchief to help Tom wipe away his tears.

"If those blacks are sent into my factory, I promise to make the most of them."

"Let these blacks enjoy the blessings of working 18 hours a day as factory employees."

"And these blacks are religious, and they don't need Christmas off."

"It's the perfect employee, and it's a waste to let them farm."

"There are no breaks throughout the year, and working 18 hours a day is the best life that they black people should enjoy."

"That's the happy life that black people should have."

"Woo, a good factory owner like me, who loves black people deeply, is simply the kindest person in the world."

Diane couldn't believe her ears.

She was carefully recalling every word Tom cousin had just said, did she really say enjoy the word just now?

Is it really enjoyable to work 18 hours a day, all year round?

It's a pity that Tom can't read minds, otherwise he would have answered Cousin Diane, which is certainly a pleasure.

Although they are in constant danger of dying of overwork, they have gained freedom!

Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is a free war, both can be thrown.

This petty-bourgeois "moaning without disease" poem, written by the Hungarian poet Pedolfi ten years ago, Tom will give to all the future employees who have worked in his factory to death.

Look, freedom is much more precious than life, and the blacks aren't quick to be grateful to me Tom Smith?

Wouldn't you like to thank me, the great factory owner of human rights, for the "free" life that the black slave Nigo can leave at any time?

Diane looked out the window of the train at the cotton fields and watched the thousands of black men working in the cotton fields.

I also saw the white slave owners who walked around from time to time, and these white slave owners were holding long leather whips and wandering among the blacks.

As soon as there is a black cotton automatic planter, it stops.

These white slave owners would unceremoniously use their "repair tools" to help these machines "repair and repair".

"Diane, you see, these stupid white slave owners, and the backward leather whip to urge these black people to work."

"Don't they know how to tie them down with wages?"

"Calculate the daily expenses and expenses of black people. Give them a wage that is just barely enough to make a living. ”

"Black people have to be tied to factory posts in order to survive."

"They don't have to take care of their medical care, marriage, shelter, etc."

"It's a pity that the times are different!"

"When will there be a loan, a mortgage, a credit card?"

"Today's rich people own up to 100% of the world's assets."

"And I firmly believe that with the impetus of your cousin me, Tom, the rich people in this world can own 150% of the world's assets sooner or later."

"A loan of 10, 20, 30 or even 50 years is the eternal god!"

Diane was so dizzy by Tom's "great ambition" that the ten-year-old girl couldn't pay any attention to what Tom Lie said.

Tom looked at the blonde little Lori who was trying to think about the knowledge he couldn't understand with his little head, and touched Diane's head with some doting.

"If you can't figure it out, don't force it."

"No brother, I must figure it out, I must be your helper, just like Brother Johnny and Brother Loki."

"Hahaha, then you have to study hard, let's write two sets of "Huanggang Little Champions" first, cousin, the mathematical version I just wrote."

"No, I'm going to help my cousin look after my niece."

Tom pulled out a few math exam papers, and when he turned around, he found that Diane had made a casual excuse and ran out of the box.