1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 53 [Free Blacks]

"Do you long for freedom?" Horse Whistle asked the black slaves.

The black slaves were a little commotion at once, and the inquiry made some people's eyes brighten.But some people are still at a loss, and don't really understand the concept of freedom.

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

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

Horse Whistle nodded and continued: "In this case, you now have freedom - Clark Town has since abolished slavery! Here, possessing slaves will be punished, and slave capture will also be punished. You will be the same as your former masters , have the same rights, duties and freedoms.”

In this era, there is a special profession called slave hunter, which specializes in catching escaped black slaves. Of course, sometimes "catch good deeds" and capture free blacks.

The horse whistle specifically emphasized the punishment of slave capture, and the purpose was naturally to tell these blacks that it was safe to stay in Clark Town.

If these black people ran away directly after they were free, wouldn't his work be in vain.

In fact, he didn't need to emphasize that these black people would stay.The blacks also know that it is dangerous outside. Not only are there slave hunters, but wild beast bandits are also rampant. This is still a village and town, and there is no slavery, only fools will go out and run around.

"free!"

"We are free!"

"I don't need to be a slave anymore—Wuhu!" The sudden freedom caused the black people to cheer and scream.

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

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

"Of course, what you have now is personal freedom, not financial freedom." The horse whistle made the black people cheer for a while, and then said, "You still need to work, otherwise although there will be no whipping by the master, there will be whips of hunger and cold."

"Now you have two options. The first option is to become the town's policeman, responsible for the security and defense of the town...Of course, there are about 80 of you, and the town doesn't need so many policemen."

"So the second option is to be like the white people and engage in agriculture or handicrafts in the town. We will provide you with a little initial help, and then you will be on your own."

"Want to be a cop, raise your hand."

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

"It seems that we need to screen." Ma Whistle smiled, "Okay, put it down first. Now, those who can read raise their hands."

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

Two men, one in their 40s and [-]s, are slightly fat, the other is in their early twenties with a strong physique; and the other is a woman in her twenties.

"What's your name?" Ma Shao walked over and asked the two men.

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

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

There were many bruises on his bare skin, obviously he was often beaten, but his tone of voice was still a bit harsh, even though standing in front of him was a horse whistle - a guy who was two times stronger than him.

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

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

"My name is Tom." Said a middle-aged black man with a slightly fat body. He was wearing overalls and a sweat-stained hemp shirt. He had a kind face and a little bit of vicissitudes. He looked like a simple farmer.

Horse Whistle asked, "If you were the police, how would you treat these white people?"

"Just like they did to me." Floyd suppressed anger in his tone.

Tom said: "The police are responsible for law and order. Of course, they punish criminals and protect law-abiding people."

Horse Whistle nodded: "Tom, you will be the sheriff of this town from now on, and Floyd will be your assistant."

"Thank you." Tom bowed slightly.

The horse whistle looked at Floyd again: "You have a personality, but I am a peace-loving person. I hope you will not do anything excessive when you become the deputy sheriff."

Floyd said nothing.

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

"My name is Mary," said Mary, and she looked rather pretty, with thin lips which seemed extremely rare among Negroes.

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

Mary nodded, and said in a calm and 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 female slaves, and then he got me. Sadly, he sold my mother while she was pregnant, so he lost a lot of money - someone offered to buy me for $[-] last month."

She was right, among all kinds of black slaves, the most valuable was this kind of attractive mixed-race female slave.Many times, they are even auctioned off, 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 is a guy with dissatisfaction, only a gun can satisfy him!" Mary looked at a corpse on the ground, with anger in her eyes.

Ma Shao nodded: "I believe you will have a good life in the future... I will arrange a job for you in a few days."

"What job?"

"I'm not so sure right now."

Mary said, "Okay. You saved me. Whatever job you give me, I'll do."

"Do you have surnames?" Ma Shao asked all the black people.

"We take the master's name," replied the blacks.

The horse sentry announced: "In this case, from now on, all the black people in the town will be named Freeman. Of course, if you really like your former master and insist on following the master's surname, I will not stop you .”

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

"Clark Town Sheriff Tom Freeman, you choose 18 black people as police officers, and give the list to me before tomorrow night." Horse Whistle said.

"Yes." Tom replied.

For a small town, [-] policemen is really a lot, not to mention there is a garrison here, but in order to control the town, Ma Shao feels that this is necessary.

The expenditure of the police and garrison is not a big problem. With the civilization foundation of this small town, he will be able to implement many means of making money.

There are indeed many. As a senior Chinese netizen in the 21st century, he has already seen a lot of stories and discussions about time travel.

Of course, it can be expected that most of these methods will encounter various difficulties in actual operation, and some may even be unfeasible at all.

But there is also a means of making money, which can be realized almost immediately, without any technical content and resource constraints, and is very suitable for the West.

(End of this chapter)