Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner

"Exactly the same? Are you kidding me?" Tangning asked in disbelief.

Nicole replied disapprovingly: "Why am I making such a joke with you? If you don't believe me, just ask someone from the upper class in Richmond and ask the tallest girl, they must all know each other!"

"Is it such a coincidence?" Tangning murmured to herself.

"I guess it's not a coincidence, but Catherine didn't tell you the truth when she was in New York. After all, girls as tall as her are too rare, let alone look exactly the same!" Nicole analyzed.

Normally, Nicole's analysis is absolutely reasonable, but the problem is that Tangning's so-called acquaintance in New York is a lie. In fact, he has known Nicole Kidman since "Cry on a Island"...

"Why don't you go to Atlanta?" Nico teased.

"It's two different things!" Tangning replied displeased.

"But no matter where you go, you have to come back quickly, because it's almost our busiest time of the year!" Nicole reminded.

Tangning knew that when Nicole was talking about the busiest time of the year, she was referring to cotton picking. The reason why she said she was busy was because the climate in New Orleans was extremely unstable. It often rained during the picking season. In fact, this is not a good place to grow cotton.

And once it rains heavily, cotton will be rotten if soaked in rainwater for more than a day, which means that a year of hard work will be lost. The principle lies in the water absorption of cotton. Cotton itself is in a fluffy state. Even if it is compressed together, it will return to a fluffy state after it is relaxed. However, when cotton encounters water, it will absorb a lot of water, causing the cotton fibers to expand, and then squeeze each other and tightly entangle each other. This is not a problem, the question is , After absorbing water, no matter how dehydrated or dried, the cotton fibers will form a tight compacted state similar to felt because of the close entanglement of each other. No matter how much you beat, it cannot restore the fluffy state unless the cotton is reprocessed, but reprocessing will If the cotton fiber is broken, it will restore the fluffy state in a short time, and it will be hardened, agglomerated and balled after a little time. So soaked cotton, the British textile merchants, won't buy it at all.

So every year at this time, no matter how unscrupulous the manor owner is, he has to personally take the whip to the cotton field to supervise the work, not to mention the black slaves. Even children have to go to the fields to pick cotton. If the rain falls, even the white overseers who usually stand tall in front of the black slaves have to work in the fields. Almost every year, black slaves die of exhaustion during this period.

At this time, Nicole said again: "It is said that the rain this year will be heavy, so this year's picking will not be easy!"

To be honest, as a traveler, Tangning really wanted to take advantage of her foreknowledge of the next 100 years to increase work efficiency or improve machinery and equipment, but don't say Tangning couldn't make cotton pickers, even if he could, the If there is no car, how can I make a cotton picker?

Seeing Tangning thinking hard, Nicole asked, "Tony, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking how can I finish picking all the cotton before it rains!" Tangning replied casually.

Speaking of which, a light flashed in Tangning's mind. Yes, since the harvest is going to be finished before it rains, then if it doesn't rain, then there is no need to worry, so how can he stop it from raining? I do know about artificial rain, but it seems that it is impossible to artificially prevent rain!

This is how to do? At this time, Tangning casually touched the cross hanging on her chest and complained, "These foreign gods just don't care about anything, unlike our Chinese gods who perform their duties. Those who can't have children worship Guanyin, and those who want to make a fortune worship the God of Wealth. Begging for the rain, worship the Dragon King! Hey, this is asking for the rain to worship the Dragon King, so in turn, begging for no rain should also be looking for the Dragon King, right?

Thinking of this, an extremely absurd thought popped into Tangning's mind, so she stood up and said, "I have come up with a good way to make it stop raining while picking!"

"What's the best way?" Nicole asked quickly because of her vital interests.

"You may not believe me if I say it, wait for me to test it!" After speaking, Tangning hurried back home.

First, I drew a structural diagram of a common small temple, and then ordered the housekeeper to immediately arrange for someone to build a temple near the plantation. Then I started to draw the dragon king, but just halfway through the drawing, I suddenly thought of a very terrible problem, so Ask the butler, "David, what will happen if someone prays to the gods of other countries while believing in God?"

Butler David replied without hesitation: "Isn't that a pagan?"

Although the housekeeper's answer was unfair, Tangning also realized that this is a more conservative south. If she still wants to be in the upper class, she must not be suspected of being a heretic. So I instructed the housekeeper not to build the Dragon King Temple, but I still have to make a smaller statue of the Dragon King and put it in my room, so that no one cares about it!

Although Tangning participated in this kind of activity for the first time, she also knew the importance of this work, so she didn't care about her "kindness" in front of the black slaves, she carried a whip and began to lecture the supervisors on the picking day. : "Everyone has worked hard during this time. You must squeeze all the strength of the black slaves. No matter what happens, you can't delay the picking of cotton. Otherwise, you have to go to the field for me to work, understand? ?"

The overseers are all veterans, so they naturally understand the importance of picking, and they repeatedly replied, "Don't worry, sir, we will definitely let these **** black slaves use their milk-feeding strength!"

Standing on the ground, Tangning looked at the stark contrast between the white cotton and the black skin below. She couldn't help but sigh, how ironic this scene is!

But soon, he didn't have the intention to hurt the spring and the autumn, because a dark cloud that was visible to the naked eye slowly floated over from afar, Tangning scolded, "The more I'm afraid, the more I'm afraid! I don't know this time. Has Murphy's Law been discovered?"

PS: First of all, I would like to thank my book friends "Xue Ke Kafu" and "Weimao's name is so long" for their support!

Secondly, let me explain, I actually finished writing this chapter last night, but it was not the current version. Tangning built the Dragon King Temple and prayed that it would not rain. Then the other plantation owners questioned and finally turned around and slapped the face, but at the end of the writing, suddenly Thinking of playing like this in the United States, especially in the conservative South, the protagonist feels a little bit detached from the upper class, so I deleted it...