Chapter 9: I Hu Hansan (repair)

"Telegraph a few Texas senators, chat at the manor, and have a private party." Annabel gestured to the woman. "You receive a few gentlemen, although the Texas elections are not unexpected. But it ’s always right to talk more. Let William handle it in his hometown. Brazil ’s partners have n’t come back in many years. It ’s not important here.

Before the Civil War in New Orleans, it was the center of the South. Fleets gathered on both sides of the Atlantic brought a steady stream of people here, and from here sold the people they caught to the plantation owners. At that time, Sheffield was only one of the large number of planters in Louisiana. As for Annabel ’s family, they were self-produced and sold. They were planters and transport teams, organizing manpower to go to Africa for hunting.
"I am a good five young man of the 21st century. I am ashamed of being reborn in this family ..." Sheffield pouted, seeming to think of the glorious future world, compared with his current living environment, it is too much Politics is incorrect.
Sheffield always feels that his grandfather of the traverser is obviously suspected of eating soft rice, just do n’t know whether to wash his feet at night? Either there is an unknown specialty.
"You are now the manager of Oak Manor!" Sheffield tilted Erlang's legs and looked at the operator who had just come over. He nodded and said hello. The operator seemed to be in his fifties, wearing suspenders and carrying The hat with a shading effect has some redness on the face.
Who was the richest group of Americans before the Civil War? It depends on how big the definition of this group is. If it refers to the wealthy, it is still a financial player in New York. The days of factory owners in the north are far less moist than the days of planters in New Orleans.
There are many plantations on the outskirts of New Orleans. They are the wealthiest Americans before the Civil War. They are farmers who grow cotton and sugar cane. Most of their estates are located along the Mississippi River, especially around New Orleans, Louisiana. These plantations are very beautiful and have different styles from various eras.
The plantation owners in each state have manor houses in New Orleans, but most of these manor houses are now empty. Special clients have left to manage, and they have even been resold. Of course, many families commissioned the Sheffield family to be officials before going to Brazil. The Oak Manor where he is now is not like this, this manor is his own.
Seeing this kind of manor in one piece, Sheffield understood a little bit, why the Union of the South had the feeling of being robbed. If the plantation owners lived like this before the Civil War, the Yankees wanted to rob themselves. That's not surprising at all, and without this idea.
Sheffield checked the accounts, mainly to see who the original owners were. Although Sheffield does not know how many industries his family has operated in total, what he sees now is farms, munitions, transportation, and smuggling. But it shouldn't even do such things as robbery. If the original owner returns, these temporarily operated estates will have to be returned.
Of course, the operating costs for the past 30 years are still required. Although the Sheffields have n’t known how much wealth has been harvested in the past 30 years, the brothers still know how to earn the money. How much money is earned, the operating expenses still have to be paid.
From this manor to the north, all the land along the river bank was divided by the original plantation owners. According to Sheffield's visual inspection, the black people who now occupy the majority of the population of New Orleans have very little land, because before them, the good land here has been divided.
There is really a class gap like a chasm. Even if these original owners leave, their plantations are still running. Only from free labor to hired workers, the difference is only from a one-time buyout to a mortgage.
"This port is actually a pity, and it can play a greater role." Sheffield was nagging. After all, it was a family-based base camp. If it is a pity to give up, simply Lafayette did not give up.
Sheffield, who had been hanging around for a long time in a pile of manor houses, was bored and decided to go around the city. Now that the blacks in New Orleans occupy the majority, he naturally went to the black city.
Sheffield, with her trousers in her hands, was followed by a dozen brawny men in suspenders. She walked through the streets as if she had arrived at her home. This is nonsense. This was his home.
The extremely boring Sheffield has been waiting in New Orleans for a few days in a row. This ca n’t be blamed for his early arrival. After all, the aircraft has not appeared in this era. After coming from Brazil, this is also a boat. If you encounter unusual weather, it ’s okay to be late Understand, after all, Bohai waves are 1.2 meters high everywhere.
At the risk of diarrhea in a restaurant, he killed a table of oysters. Sheffield only paid the bill, and took a group of big men to hang out. Now he is missing a vicious dog and an unassuming jerk, which is set by the villain The protagonist Wei An's passage.
"Listen? What voice?" Sheffield, who had just left the restaurant and was going back to the manor, heard a wonderful piece of music. The voice came from a small broken house, and Sheffield walked past without hesitation.
In front of the house was a brass band, and Sheffield suddenly realized that he almost forgot that jazz originated in New Orleans, which seems to be very popular now. Among the black audience, more than a dozen Sheffield seemed out of place, but they were also ignored by a glance, and good music is not only a black audience.
The cheerful interpretation of the rhythm, the humorous black uncles make jokes from time to time, and everyone looks very low, and laughs from time to time, the atmosphere is very good.
"That guy, would you like to come up and interact?" The black man above pointed to Sheffield, still twisting his body, as did the audience below, expressing cautious kindness.
"Master!" The bodyguard next to him whispered to stop, and Sheffield reached out. "It's okay, nothing will happen." Sheffield walked up to the stage with a smile and opened a few harmlessly with several performers. Joke.
"Few people accept our invitation! You are different from the average white man." The black musician with his white teeth shows his goodwill, "I don't know what your name is."
"William Sheffield!" Sheffield grabbed the black hand stretched out and replied with a smile that was not too small but could be heard by everyone.
The music stopped abruptly, and even the smiles of the audience below became a little stiff, and the atmosphere was indeed awkward. The black uncle smiled awkwardly, "much like the name of a rich man before."
"You're welcome, he is my grandfather!" Sheffield's smile was very bright, not at all embarrassed by the cold scene here, and I had a sense of sight that Hu Hansan returned. He can now be sure that his grandfather did not eat soft meals.