Chapter 161

"The original plantation is like this..."

Standing on the high tower, little pierce sighed with curious eyes.

They are in all the plantation villages of Drake manor.

The village is adjacent to agricultural land, including a sunny hillside and a large flat land connected with it, with a total area of more than 300 mu. There are 22 black slaves, 3 Indian managers and about 20 farm workers of all colors.

These people and things are all Lorraine's assets.

Speaking of it, Lorraine and his party visited the plantation town in bashiba, and Karen and pierce also temporarily stayed near the plantation in the Mississippi Delta, but it was the first time for this group of urban people from Europe who had little insight to see the plantation scene with their own eyes.

The scene here is very different from the farms in Europe.

In Europe, farmers' houses are mostly built near farmland. There are auxiliary buildings such as warehouses and warehouses nearby. There are poultry and livestock in front of and behind the houses.

None of these can be seen in the plantation.

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

Moreover, slaves were 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, which is built in a corner of the manor and connected with the grassland in front of the villa. The output is basically enough to meet the demand for eggs and meat in the manor.

Plantations do not have this demand.

The staple food of black slaves and farm workers was black bread baked with wheat bran and sawdust mixed with soil. The food of Indian managers was relatively exquisite, but it was not supplied to the village, but sent by special personnel from the manor every day.

The combination of heavy work, bad environment and rough food creates black people working in the field, often as thin as a wood, slender limbs, muddy eyes and no vitality.

This has brought great psychological impact to Lorraine and his party.

They have clearly seen a lot of blacks.

Black people in Europe are mostly used as slaves, such as the Friday when Lorraine was fledgling, or Al who was hanged at Kent manor. Although they can't control their own lives, they won't appear too deficient in food, clothing, housing and at least.

The health of those blacks represents the wealth of their masters. Even for their own face, the masters will not allow them to be weak and look like no human, ghost or ghost.

As like as two peas rise head and shoulders above others, the other black people are the free people in New Orleans. They live for their livelihood, work for their lives, and a few of them are out of the world. Most of them are struggling in the bottom of society.

However, the black people in front of us are the real appearance of black slaves in this era. They are like walking corpses and skeletons and zombies. If you only look at them, you can't see the desire to look at them again.

With a sigh, Lorraine left Pierce, who was excitedly asking questions, and stepped down the sentry tower alone.

He walked in the small and humble Plantation Village and soon heard footsteps behind him.

Miss ofey caught up and opened her arms in front of Lorraine. "Sir, you're not going to break the slave contract with the black slaves, are you?"

Lorraine stayed for a long time: "do you think I'm crazy?"

"I think you feel pity."

"Ophy, you are really a competent housekeeper." Lorraine shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not a saint. I haven't had the idea of liberating slaves from beginning to end. I know that will make me a target of public criticism."

"I wish you knew that," said Miss ofey with a long sigh of relief.

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

"Because there are blacks on your ship, Ms. yesla, it seems that your relationship is extraordinary."

"It's because of Haina..." Lorraine just couldn't laugh or cry. "You urgently need to supplement the knowledge of history and geography. Haina is an Egyptian. From the ethnic point of view, she originated in Arabia and has a kinship with the moors. She is not the same kind of black slaves in Africa."

"Isn't it?"

"Although their skin color is darker, they can't be confused with blacks. If they insist, they have to be counted as brown."

"So it is..." miss ofey completely put down her worries and bowed deeply to Lorraine. "Now that the misunderstanding has been solved, I have to go back and explain the history of the plantation to Mr. yatis. I've prepared for it all night. So, bye."

"Bye."

Miss ofey disappeared at the end of the road until she could no longer be seen. A shadow silently shrouded Lorraine from behind.

"Haina?"

"It's me." Hannah stepped forward and stood against Lorraine. "You're not a soft hearted person. How can you react so much to black slaves?"

"What do you say?" Lorraine scratched her hair in embarrassment. "Do you know what we do?"

"Main job in business, part-time robbery." Haina thought, "the profit of smuggling is very rich. If it goes well, the proportion of illegal business will rise."

"I'm a serious privateer. What did you say..." Lorraine moved her ass to the side and made room for Haina. "Just like you said, we are businessmen, maritime businessmen, and more broadly, transporters."

"We don't produce goods, but we rely on producers, including these planters and increasingly prosperous workshop owners."

"Goods are everything." he drew a big circle in the void, cut out half and put it aside. "At this stage, the profits of sugar, tobacco, indigo and coffee are higher, so we also rely more on the planter."

"But you also saw those black slaves today. Do you think you can continue to expand the production capacity of the plantation by relying on such labor?"

Haina tilted her head and thought for a long time: "you can catch more."

"African blacks will catch up. When I was in Kingston, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson and I talked. I heard that there are about 200 British slave ships on the sea, which return and return every three months, and can transport 50000 slaves to the new world. France is slightly less than Britain, 30000, Portugal is third and 10000, plus other piecemeal trafficking, nearly 500000 black slaves are sent to the new world every year The new world. "

"So much?"

"500000 people a year, 20 years is a population of Great Britain. Can Africa produce so many people? More importantly, according to the consumption of plantations, how many people will die each year?"

"Labor value!" Lorraine crossed his fingers and shut up, as if to deceive the gods in the sky, so that they don't know who said the next words. "Black slaves need more protection, and other labor forces also need it. This is not for hypocritical fairness and justice, human rights civilization, but to better squeeze out their labor value."

"Slave owners can't do this, so they will lose to the capitalists and the manor owners will lose to the workshop owners. This is a historical necessity."

Haina looked at Lorraine quietly, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed him: "what are you going to do?"

"In addition to clarifying the future business direction of the chamber of Commerce, I don't intend to do anything for the time being. Children shouldn't think about the adult world, and the weak don't need to worry about the world order."

"And after that?"

"The future? Who knows the future world?" lolin smiled and looked up. He just saw the scattered black slaves and farm workers dragging their tired bodies back to the village under the escort of the manager.

There was a white figure in the crowd. Lorraine rubbed her eyes several times before she cried out in disbelief.

"Judea?"

"Drake..." bell stood there with trembling lips and tearful tiger eyes. "Lorraine, I've found you!"