"Send a telegram to a few Texas senators and come to the manor for a chat and a private party." Annabel gestured to the woman, "You are hosting a few gentlemen. Although there will be no accidents in the Texas election,

But it’s always right to talk more. Let William handle the situation back home. Our friends in Brazil haven’t been back for many years, so it’s not as important as here.”

Before the Civil War, New Orleans was the center of the South. Fleets from both sides of the Atlantic continuously transported people here, and the captured people were sold to plantation owners. At that time, Sheffield was only in Louisiana.

One of the many plantation owners, Annabelle's family produces and sells their own food. They are a plantation owner and a transport team, organizing manpower to go deep into Africa for hunting.

"I am deeply ashamed that a good young man of the 21st century should be reincarnated into such a family..." Sheffield pouted, as if thinking of the glorious future world. Compared with his current living environment, it is simply too small.

Politically incorrect.

Sheffield always felt that his grandfather, a time traveler, was obviously a soft-boiled person. He just didn't know how to wash his feet with water at night. Or maybe he had some unknown talent.

"You are the current manager of Oak Manor!" Sheffield crossed his legs, looked at the operator who had just come over, and nodded as a greeting. This operator seemed to be in his fifties, wearing overalls and carrying something.

The hat has a sun protection effect, and my face is a little red, and it looks like it has been exposed to the wind and sun.

Who was the richest group of Americans before the Civil War? It depends on how big the definition of this group is. If we are talking about the extremely wealthy class, it is still the financial people in New York. The days of the factory owners in the north,

It was far less prosperous than the life of the plantation owners in New Orleans.

There were many plantations in the suburbs of New Orleans. They were the richest group of Americans before the Civil War. They were farmers who made a living by growing cotton and sugar cane. Most of their estates were located along the Mississippi River, especially in the area around New Orleans, Louisiana. These

The plantation is very beautiful and has different styles from different eras.

Planters from various states have manors in New Orleans, but most of these manors are now empty. They were left to be managed by special entrusters, and some have even been resold. Of course, there are also many families who entrusted the Sheffield family with the responsibility before going to Brazil.

As an official, the Oak Manor where he is now is not like this. This manor belongs to his own family.

Seeing this kind of manor connected together, Sheffield finally understood why the Confederate States in the South felt like they were being robbed. If the plantation owners lived like this before the Civil War, they would have the mentality of Yankees trying to rob themselves.

That's really not surprising at all, it would be damned if I didn't think so.

Sheffield checked the accounts, mainly to see who the original owners of these manors were. Although Sheffield didn't know how many industries his family operated in total, what he saw so far were farms and ranches, arms, transportation and smuggling. But it shouldn't be

As for doing things like robbery, if the original owners come back, these temporary manors will have to be returned.

Of course, there are still operating costs for the past thirty years. Although the Sheffield family has already harvested much wealth in the past thirty years, the brothers still know how to calculate the accounts. How much money is earned is earned, and operating expenses still have to be paid.

Starting from this estate and heading north, all the land along the river bank was divided up by the original plantation owners. According to Sheffield's visual inspection, the black people who now make up the majority of the population in New Orleans did not have much land at all, because long before them,

The good land here has been divided.

It's really a class gap like a chasm. Even if these original owners leave, their plantations are still running. It's just that they have changed from free labor to hired workers, and the difference is only from a one-time buyout to a mortgage.

"This port is actually quite a pity. It can definitely play a greater role." Sheffield thought to himself. After all, it was the base where the family started. It would be a pity to give up. After all, Lafayette did not give up.

After wandering around the estates for a long time, Sheffield felt a little bored and decided to go out for a walk in the city. Now that New Orleans has the majority of black people, he naturally went to the black city.

Sheffield, with his hands in his trouser pockets, followed by a dozen strong men in overalls, walked through the streets as if he had arrived at his own home. This is nonsense, this is his home.

Sheffield, who was extremely bored, had been waiting in New Orleans for several days. He couldn't blame him for arriving early. After all, airplanes had not yet appeared in this era, and he came here from Brazil by boat. If there was any abnormal weather, it was okay to be later.

I understand, after all, the waves in Bohai Sea are not always 1.2 meters high.

After risking diarrhea and eating a table of oysters in a restaurant, Sheffield paid the bill with unsatisfied satisfaction and took a group of big men out for a stroll. Now he only needs a vicious dog and a blind bastard, who is the villain in the novel.

A paragraph that highlights the hero’s majesty.

"Listen? What's the sound?" Sheffield, who had just left the restaurant and was about to return to the manor, heard a piece of beautiful music. The sound came from a small dilapidated house, and Sheffield walked over without hesitation.

There was a brass band in front of the house, and Sheffield suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten that jazz originated in New Orleans, and it seemed that it was already very popular. Among the black audience, the dozen or so people in Sheffield seemed a little out of place.

But it was also looked at and passed over. Good music is not limited to black audiences.

The rhythm of the performance is cheerful, the humorous black uncles make jokes from time to time, and everyone seems to have a low point of laughter. They laugh heartily from time to time, and the atmosphere is very good.

"That young man, are you willing to come up and interact?" The black man above pointed at Sheffield, still twisting his body, and the audience below did the same, expressing cautious goodwill.

"Master!" the bodyguard next to him whispered and wanted to stop him. Sheffield stretched out his hand and said, "It's okay, nothing will happen." After saying this, Sheffield walked to the stage, and with a smile, he made some harmless shots with several performers.

joke.

"Very few people accept our invitation! You are different from ordinary white people." The black musician showed his white teeth and extended his hand to express his kindness. "I don't know what your name is."

"William Sheffield!" Sheffield grabbed the extended black hand and replied with a smile that was not too loud but could be heard by everyone.

The music stopped suddenly, and even the smiles of the audience below became a little stiff, and the atmosphere was indeed a bit awkward. The black uncle smiled awkwardly, "It looks very much like the name of a rich man in the past."

"You're welcome, he's my grandfather!" Sheffield's smile was very bright. He was not embarrassed at all by the cold atmosphere here. He had a sense of déjà vu as if Hu Hansan was back. He could now confirm that his grandfather was not a foodie.
Chapter completed!