"It turns out that the plantation is like this..."

　　 Standing on the high guard tower, little Pierce let out a long sigh with big curious eyes.

　　 They are in the plantation villages owned by Drake Manor.

　　 The village is adjacent to farmland, including a sunny hillside and a large area of ​​flat land connected to it. The total area is more than 300 acres. There are 22 black slaves, 3 Indian managers and about 20 farmhands of all skin colors.

　　 These people and things are all the assets of Lorraine.

Speaking of, Lorraine and his party visited the plantation town in Bahiba, and Karen and Pierce also temporarily stayed near the plantation in the Mississippi Delta, but they really saw the plantation scene with their own eyes. It’s nothing to this group from Europe. It was the first time for people in the city who had seen it.

　　The scene here is completely different from that of European farms.

　　In Europe, farmers’ houses are mostly built on the side of farmland. There are auxiliary buildings such as warehouses and barns nearby. There are also poultry and livestock raised in front of and behind the houses.

　　 These are not seen in the plantation.

　　 In order to save the land as much as possible, the labor of the plantation is concentrated in the fence and barbed wire, and the living environment is small and cramped.

　　 And slaves are not allowed to own private property, so poultry and livestock must be raised uniformly.

　　 In addition to the farm, Lorraine also has a small pasture built in the corner of the manor, connected to the pasture in front of the villa, and the output is basically enough to meet the demand for poultry eggs and meat inside the manor.

The 　　 plantation does not have this demand.

　　 The staple food of black slaves and farm laborers is black bread baked with wheat bran and sawdust mixed with soil. The Indian managers’ food is relatively delicate, but they are not supplied to the village, but delivered from the manor by a special person every day.

　　 Heavy work, harsh environment, and rough food. These aspects are combined to create black people working in the fields. They are often skinny, slender, with muddy eyes and lifeless.

　　 This caused a huge shock to Lorraine and his party.

　　 They have obviously seen many blacks.

Blacks in Europe are mostly used as slaves, such as the Friday that Lorraine encountered when he first came out, or Al who was hanged in Kent Manor. Although he could not control his life, at least he would not appear to be in food, clothing, and housing. Too scarce.

　　 The health of those blacks represents the wealth of the owner, even for their own face, the owner does not allow them to look like debilitating adults and inhuman.

The other type of black people are the free men of New Orleans. They are struggling for their livelihoods and working hard for their lives. A few people get ahead and most people are struggling at the bottom of society. That scene is hardly different from the later generations in Lorraine's impression. The spirit in people's eyes God is almost exactly the same.

　　 However, the black talent in front of him is the real appearance of the black slaves of this era, like walking dead, like skeleton zombies, just one glance makes people unable to regenerate the desire to see the second glance.

　　 Sighed, Lorraine dropped Pierce who was asking questions excitedly, and walked down the sentry tower alone.

　　 He was walking in the small and rudimentary plantation village, and soon he heard footsteps behind him.

　　Miss Offie caught up and opened her arms in front of Lorraine: "Master, you don't plan to dissolve the slave contract with the black slaves, do you?"

　　 Lorraine stayed for a while: "Do you think I'm crazy?"

　　 "I see you moved in compassion."

"Ofi, you are indeed a competent butler." Lorraine shook his head and laughed. "Don't worry, I am not a saint, and I never gave birth to the idea of ​​liberating a slave from beginning to end. I know that that will make me become It's the target of public criticism."

　　 "It's good if you know this." Miss Offie let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 Lorraine picked up a chair and sat down with interest: "Speaking of which, why do you think I want to liberate the slaves?"

　　 "Because you have black people on board, Ms. Yesra, it looks like your relationship is extraordinary."

"It turns out that it was Hannah..." Lorraine just felt dumbfounded. "You urgently need to add knowledge of history and geography. Hannah is Egyptian, ethnically speaking, originated in Arabia, and is related to the Moors. The black slaves in Africa are not the same race."

"Is not it?"

　　 "Although the skin is darker, they cannot be confused with black people. If they insist, they must be considered brown."

"It turned out to be like this..." Miss Offie completely let go of her worries, and bowed deeply to Lorraine. "Since the misunderstanding is solved, I have to go back and explain the history of the plantation for Mr. Attis. For this reason Prepared for the night. So, goodbye."

"goodbye."

　　 Miss Ofi disappeared at the end of the road in a rush, until she was no longer visible, and a shadow enveloped Lorraine silently from behind.

　　 "Henna?"

　　 "It's me." Henna stepped forward and stood leaning against Lorraine. "You are not a softhearted person. How come you react so much to black slaves?"

　　 "How do you say?" Lorraine scratched his hair embarrassedly. "Do you know what we do?"

　　 "Main business, part-time robbery." Hina thought for a while, "Smuggling is very profitable. If it goes well, the proportion of illegal business will increase."

"I'm a serious privateer, what do you say..." Lorraine moved his **** to the side to make room for Hina. "As you said, we are merchants. Maritime merchants, let's talk about it more broadly, are transporters."

　　 "We do not produce goods, but we rely on producers, including these planters, as well as those who are more and more prosperous."

"Commodity is everything." He drew a big circle in the void, cut out half, and put it aside. "At this stage, the profits of these crude processed products such as cane sugar, tobacco, blue indigo, and coffee are higher, so we are also more profitable. Depends on the planter."

　　 "But you also saw the black slaves today. Do you think that relying on such labor is capable of continuing to expand the production capacity of the plantation?"

　　 Henna tilted her head and thought for a long time: "You can grab more."

"Black Africans will catch all of them. When I was in Kingston, I was chatting with Lieutenant Colonel Nelson. I heard that there were about 200 British slave ships on the sea. They would go back and forth every three months and could transport 50,000 slaves to the New World. France is slightly less than the United Kingdom, 30,000, and Portugal third, 10,000, plus other odds and ends of small stock trafficking, and nearly half a million black slaves are sent to the New World every year."

"so much?"

"Half million people a year ~lightnovelpub.net~20 years ago, it will be a population of Great Britain. Can Africa create such a large population? More importantly, how many people will die every year according to the level of consumption of the plantations? "

"The value of labor!" Lorraine crossed his fingers together and covered his mouth, as if to deceive the gods in the sky, so that they would not know who the next words came from. "Black slaves need more protection, and other laborers also This is not for hypocritical fairness, justice, human rights and civilization, but to better squeeze the value of their labor force."

　　 "Slave owners can't do this, so they will definitely lose to the capitalist, and the manor must lose to the workshop owner. This is a historical inevitability."

　　 Henna looked at Lorraine quietly, and suddenly stretched out her hand to embrace him: "What are you going to do?"

　　 "In addition to clarifying the future business direction of the Chamber of Commerce, I do not intend to do anything for the time being. Children should not think about the world of adults, and the weak should not worry about the order of the world."

　　 "What about then?"

　　 "From now on? Who knows the future world?" Lorraine smiled and raised his head, just in time to see the black slaves and farm hires dragging their tired bodies back to the village under the **** of the administrator.

　　 There was a white figure in the crowd that stood out. Lorraine rubbed his eyes several times before yelling out in disbelief.

　　 "Judia classmate?"

　　 "Drake..." Bell stood on the spot, with trembling lips and tears in his eyes, "Lorraine, I have found you!"