New World 1620

When the catastrophe happened, a private coastal garment company organized an employee travel plan, allowing several young female garment workers to travel through a special work unit in the Manhattan community, and it was also the largest small group among the sparse female population.

Leading a clothing department mainly composed of Indian women employees, the large quantities of fur and linen, or old clothes replaced by residents, were simply processed and sewn into cold-proof coats by them, and sent to Brooklyn Indian laborers in an industrial zone.

Many of the furs that can fetch a lot of money in Europe are being abused in such a rough way by the Manhattan community. It is estimated that any European fur trader who sees it will be heartbroken.

On weekends, in the brick and tile factory in Brooklyn’s industrial area, except for a few technical workers in the Manhattan community who worked overtime, all you could see were Indian employees in thick fur coats.

According to those Chinese people, today is "Saturday", a day when you can eat, drink and play casually without doing anything.

17-year-old Fatima has been working here for a month. Although she has never had a day off, she can drink indescribably delicious potato broth almost every day, as well as grilled fish from time to time. The thick fur coat given to him by the tribe.

Fatima was his baby name, which means tree root.

According to the tradition of the Delaware Indians, he is not yet entitled to a real name, and the official name should be obtained after he completes a valiant hunt or faces a heroic battle against the enemy.

It is a pity that Fatima has never been brave in a hunt, nor has he really participated in a battle with an enemy since he grew up.

His mother has long passed away, and his elderly father was injured during a hunting in autumn, so he no longer has the body to continue hunting and fishing in winter, and his younger sister, Dharma, who is only 15 years old, is sick, and Fatima Became the only hope for the family.

Now, an Indian boy like him is immediately designated by the village leaders as a man to help the Chinese, because the most powerful hunters and fighters cannot easily leave the village.

For this reason, Fatima once bid farewell to her father and sister in despair, even thinking that this winter the village chief would "eliminate" them in the same way as the old, weak, sick and disabled.

But when Fatima came to the factory of the Chinese, the Indian boy who had never seen so many stone houses and tall watchtowers was shocked. Before he started to work, he tasted an unimaginable delicacy Broth and even acquired a thick fur coat.

In the usual years, my linen clothes and simply sewn fur would not be able to block such a cold climate, so I could only huddle in the dilapidated house of the village, gnawing hard plant roots and half-baked barbecue with my family, waiting for the arrival of spring .

The benefits given by the Chinese cannot be rejected at all. You don’t need to curl up in the cold woods to search for prey, and you don’t need to go fishing in the icy river. Sand and gravel, or guarding the brick kiln, you can eat hot and delicious food.

Over the past month, these "Chinese from the western interior" have demonstrated various amazing skills.They have comfortable and beautiful clothes, amazingly powerful weapons, and delicious food. More importantly, they are more generous and amiable than the white people who came from the sea a few years ago.

Touching the surface of the brick kiln in front of her with her hands, Fatima felt the slightly warm temperature, and knew that the fire had arrived as the Chinese said.Standing up, he waved his arms at a few Chinese people who were sitting outside the factory gate and were playing some kind of "leaves" game in a brick and stone shed, and shouted vigorously.

A skilled brick and tile factory worker who worked overtime on weekends dropped the poker in his hand, walked over slowly, touched the surface of the brick cellar with his hand, and nodded approvingly.

"Open the kiln."

This is one of the few Chinese words that Fatima can understand, and the smiling face of the other party shows that he has done a very good job.The Indian teenager excitedly ran out of the factory building, called several companions in, and opened the brick cellar according to the standard actions repeated many times.

Although the fire has been turned off for a long time, a warm heat is still gushing out from the opening of the brick kiln, making people feel hot and stuffy all over the body in this cold winter snow-covered day.

Another brick kiln was fired, and the neatly stacked tens of thousands of red bricks were particularly beautiful in Fatima's eyes.

"Fatima, your sister is here!"

The Indian teenager, who was actively loading pieces of lukewarm red bricks onto the flatbed truck with his companion, suddenly heard a shout from a companion in the distance.Turning around, I saw an Indian girl in a beautiful Chinese fur collar looking at me with a sweet smile in the distance.

The ill-fitting fur collar coat almost dragged down to the knees of the Indian girl, and a pair of thick fur boots were on her feet.Apart from the obvious long hair in a ponytail and the colorful stone hair band on her head, Fatima would almost think that the other party is a Chinese.

"It was given to me by a Chinese brother!" Dharma handed an animal skin package to his brother, his face flushed, "You asked me to bring the sweet water to Dad last time, Dad is very happy!"

The sweet water is actually a bottle of fruit juice, which was rewarded to Fatima by a skilled worker, but Fatima was reluctant to drink it, and asked her younger sister Dharma to bring it to her father.

"How many furs did you use?" Fatima was a little unconvinced, whether the few furs at home could be exchanged for her sister's extremely expensive clothes.

"The elder brother first exchanged these things for the fur my father gave me, and then changed the clothes. There is still some left." Dama said, and quickly took out three vouchers from his coat pocket carefully, and gave them to me. When he came in front of his brother, his expression was very mysterious, "It's such a beautiful leaf, everyone in the village doesn't know it!"

ah? !it is this!

Fatima recognized the voucher at a glance, and he knew that those Chinese people relied on these "beautiful leaves" to exchange many good things in that omnipresent house.But no matter how hard Fatima and his companions worked, it was impossible to get such a reward.It's just that occasionally a Chinese man would hand over a card jokingly, and then gesture to his companions to help change the sweet water in that house.

"This is very precious!" Fatima nodded earnestly, and carefully stuffed the voucher back into her younger sister's hand, with longing on her face, "When there is a chance, I will let you and Dad live here too! Every night here All slept warmly, were not afraid of any beasts, and the food was delicious!"

Seemingly realizing that her younger sister was in a trance, Fatima raised her voice again: "It takes half a day to get here, so you should stay at home and take good care of your father."

The Indian girl did not nod, but stared blankly at the factory area behind Fatima, as if waiting for someone to appear.