Chapter Nine The Yankee Garrison? The Slave Carrier.
A factory using a new type of reinforced concrete was built. In less than two months, the framework of a factory area had been built. In about one month, the Smith factory area could theoretically be put into production.
The factory area was about to be built, but Tom looked at these cold concrete buildings with no joy at all, and instead became increasingly worried.
"Hey, where will we recruit employees?"
Lying on the rocking chair, Tom took a sip of warm water with a straw inserted in it from the little deaf girl next to him. He held the "White Paper on Population Composition of Texas" that he had just closed in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
"The white population in Texas is over 100,000. The black population is slightly less than the white population. The largest population is Indians, with hundreds of thousands. The total population is nearly one million."
"This small population cannot even fill my industrial zone."
Of course, a population of nearly one million can fill all the jobs in the Smith Industrial Zone, but in Tom's eyes, Indians are not human beings.
If we say that Negro, a black slave who has been nursed by white people for hundreds of years, with the "help" of iron rods and whips, can be called a basically qualified labor force, he has barely become a fully automatic, zero-pollution, ecologically friendly cotton industry machine.
So these Indians are completely out of touch with industrialized society in all aspects of their customs and culture. In particular, they still have the idea of being the masters of the American continent. As a result, in Tom's eyes, these Indians are only suitable to become fertilizer in cotton fields.
Or you can make soap.
Excluding these Indians, the total population of white and black people in Texas is less than 200,000.
The Civil War in the past few years caused the death of more than 30% of the white working-age males aged 18-40 in Texas. A large number of white men were also disabled due to the war, resulting in the loss of the labor force.
As for black people? In addition to facing "legal arrest" by the Texas Rangers at all times, they also have to face the "friendly recruitment" of the Yankee garrison.
The remaining men, while all the white people are old, weak, sick and disabled, and the black people have received strong "offers" from both the North and the South, have to ensure the basic agricultural production of Texas.
Tom carefully calculated that there is almost no excess population in Texas to support the operation of the Smith Industrial Zone and to support this giant factory zone that requires at least 100,000 people to work properly.
"Is it going to develop slowly like in the previous life?"
"It's too slow."
In his previous life, Tom relied on the "importation of high-quality talents" from Eastern Europe. It took more than half a year to fill up a fertilizer factory, two pharmaceutical factories, and several factories that should not be mentioned clearly. It was really too slow.
Tom took out the fake iron pipe cigarette and took a few deep breaths of filtered air. The sunken feeling in his lungs and the false sense of hypoxia stimulated Tom's brain, causing Tom to think faster about ways to recruit workers.
“What was the biggest obstacle to recruiting workers in your previous life?”
"It's the Yang garrison!"
"It was such a mistake to make them all "resign" in my previous life. Isn't it a good idea to ask them to change jobs and come work under me?"
Tom recalled his previous life’s experience of garrisoning gay men and robbing him of “high-quality black talents in society”.
At that time, young Tom was so angry that he sent almost half of the Texas garrison to see God.
Looking back now, isn't this the best "Nigger employee headhunting team"?
The Yankees can send headhunters to the Dixie area to recruit people to work in the Yankee Factory District. Why can't I, Tom Smith, let these headhunters jump to the Smith Factory District?
Can't there be a "labor recruitment and headhunting team" in the Smith factory area?
"Come on, Loki, come with me and give these Yankee garrison a big job."
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April 13, 1866
Yankees had polarized opinions on how to deal with the South after the war.
One group of people hopes to rebuild the South and restore southern production, especially agricultural production, in order to restore the strength of the United States of America.
The other group hopes to continue to suppress the South and prevent the South from continuing to work side by side with Great Britain, leading to another Civil War.
The House of Representatives and the Senate in Washington debate this topic every day, and only the implementation of extremely strict military management of the post-war South is the consensus of both parties.
The greater consensus is to let these garrisons transport millions of black people to the Yankee industrial areas to fill the population gap in the industrial areas.
On the outskirts of Houston, hundreds of Yankee troops were stationed in tents.
As the largest port city in Texas, Houston is a key point for foreign exchanges and has been focused on by Mr. Yang, with thousands of troops stationed there.
In the field next to the tent camp, there were two Yankees smoking cigarettes with their arms around each other.
"Lieutenant, how long will it take for us to return to New York?"
"Why are you going back to New York? It's not easy to find a place where you can eat well, why are you in a hurry to go back?"
From their military uniforms and conversations, we can tell that one is a second lieutenant and the other is just an ordinary soldier.
"When we go back, the most we can do is work in a factory. If we're lucky, we can be a security guard and be able to take care of a few people."
"But what about here?"
"In addition to military pay, every time a black slave was captured and put on the train to New York, he would be paid a few dollars."
"Also, let me tell you quietly, take a few pieces of bread and go to Sixteenth Street to find a large number of ancient ones..."
"Hehehe, you understand."
The second lieutenant "taught" the fellow recruits around him how to "enjoy" military life in a foreign country with a full face.
Halfway through, the second lieutenant raised his hand gracefully, flicked his fingers, and the butt of the cigarette with sparks drew a beautiful parabola from his hand.
The recruit also imitated the captain's actions and threw out the cigarette in his hand.
"Really? Lieutenant, you must bring me with you next time."
"Of course it's true. It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Now, I'll take you to play."
"Thank you, big brother, big brother, Huo."
The younger brother took out a brand new cigarette, handed it to the second lieutenant's mouth, and took out a matchbox.
Excitedly, he took out a match and lit a cigarette for the second lieutenant.
The original two unextinguished cigarette butts were left alone in the dry weeds.
"Brother, after I got up today, why do I always feel a strange smell in the military camp?"
"How can a bunch of stinking men be tasteless? Leave as soon as possible. If you go too late, you won't be able to find any good stuff."
Just when the two men were less than two hundred meters away from the military camp, the military camp suddenly burst into flames.
Two cigarette butts lit up most of the military camp.
"Fire!"
Not only the Yankee garrison in Houston, but also more than half of the Yankee garrison camps in the southern United States were set on fire on this day.
Could this be a coincidence?
Of course not, this was what Tom arranged for Loki to do.
Tom was going to burn the entire Yankee garrison in Dixie to the ground.
