1840Indian rebirth

"Do you long for freedom?" the horse whistle asked these black slaves.

The black slaves suddenly became agitated. Everyone wanted to be free. This question brought a lot of brightness to their dim and blank eyes.

"Tell me, do you long for freedom?" Ma Shao asked again louder.

"Desire!" the black slaves gave a clear answer.

The horse whistle nodded and continued: "In this case, you now have freedom - slavery has been abolished in Clark Town! Here, possessing slaves will be punished, and catching slaves will also be punished. You will be the same as your former masters

, have the same rights, obligations and freedoms.”

In this era, there was a special profession called slave hunter, which specialized in catching escaped black slaves. Of course, sometimes they would also catch free black slaves by "catching good ones and taking credit for them".

The horse whistle specifically emphasized the punishment of slave capture, and the purpose was naturally to tell these black people that it was safe to stay in Clark Town.

If these black people just run away after freedom, wouldn't his work be in vain?

In fact, he didn't need to emphasize that these black people would stay. The outside was wild and wild, wild beasts and bandits were rampant, but here was still a village, and there was no slavery yet. Only fools would go out and run around.

"We are free!" The sudden freedom made the black people cheer.

The white townspeople nearby were naturally unhappy, but they did not dare to say anything. After all, fists were the first truth.

There are many kinds of legality, but the only legality is violence.

"Of course, what you have now is personal freedom, not financial freedom." The horse whistle made the black people cheer for a while, and then said, "You still need to work, otherwise although there will be no whipping from the master, there will be

The lashes of hunger and cold.”

"Now you have two choices. The first choice is to become the police of the town, responsible for the security and defense of the town... Of course, there are about eighty of you, and the town does not need so many police."

"So the second option is to engage in agriculture or handicrafts in the town like white people. We will provide you with some initial help, and then you will be on your own."

"Raise your hands if you want to be a police officer."

Almost all black men raised their hands, and even a few black women.

"It seems that some screening is needed." Ma Shao smiled, "Okay, put it down first. Now, those who are literate raise their hands."

Three black men raised their hands, two men and one woman.

There are two men, one is in his thirties and forties and is slightly chubby, the other is in his early twenties and has a strong build; the other is a woman in her twenties.

"What are your names?" Ma Shao walked over and asked the two men.

"Floyd," said the young, strong black man.

He was naked from the waist up, and the biting cold wind made his strong body tremble slightly.

There were many bruises on his exposed skin. It was obvious that he had been beaten frequently, but his tone of voice was still a bit aggressive, even though the person standing in front of him was a horse whistle - a guy who was two times stronger than him.

Of course, the horse whistle is actually only one circle stronger than him, but he is not wearing a shirt, while the horse whistle is wearing a cowhide coat, with thick long hair and eagle feathers on his head, so he adds another circle.

Facing his rescuer, Freud also realized that his tone and expression just now were a bit impolite, and lowered his head.

"My name is Tom." said the fat middle-aged black man, who looked like a farmer in overalls and a sweat-stained burlap shirt.

The horse whistle asked: "If you were the police, how would you treat these white people?"

"Just like they treated me back then." Floyd's tone contained suppressed anger.

Tom said: "The police are responsible for public security. Of course, they punish criminals and protect law-abiding people."

The horse whistle nodded: "Tom, from now on you will be the police chief of this town, and Floyd will be your assistant."

"Thank you." Tom bowed slightly.

The horse whistle looked at Floyd again: "You have a lot of personality, but I am a peace-loving person. I hope that you will not do anything excessive after becoming a deputy police chief."

Freud said nothing.

"What about you, what's your name?" Ma Shao asked this time about the literate black woman.

"My name is Mary." Mary said. She had a pair of thin lips, which seemed extremely rare among black people.

"You seem to have white blood?" Ma Shao guessed.

Mary nodded and said in a calm and even slightly mocking tone: "Yes, my father was a slave owner in the Alabama Territory, and one day he suddenly became interested in one of his female slaves, and then he had me.

Unfortunately, he sold my mother when she was pregnant, so he lost a lot of money - last month someone planned to buy me for $5,000."

She is right. Among all kinds of black slaves, the most valuable ones are probably these pretty mixed-race female slaves. Many of them are even auctioned.

"Why didn't your previous owner sell it?" Ma Shao asked curiously.

"Because he is a guy with unsatisfied desires, and only muskets can satisfy him!" Mary looked at a corpse on the ground, with anger in her voice.

Ma Shao nodded: "I believe you will live a good life in the future...I will arrange a job for you in a few days."

"What job?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Mary said: "Okay. You saved me. No matter what job you arrange for me, I will definitely do it."

"Do you have a last name?" Ma Shao asked the black people.

"We take our master's surname," the black men replied.

The horse whistle announced: "In this case, from now on, all the black people in the town will have the surname Freeman. Of course, if you particularly like your former master and insist on taking his surname, I will not stop you."

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Freeman also means freeman, which means free person. This is a common surname for free black people, and it is also the case in later generations, such as Morgan Freeman and Cathy Freeman.

"Clark Town Sheriff Tom Freeman, please select eighteen black people to serve as police officers and give me the list before tomorrow night." The whistle said.

"Yes." Tom responded.

For a small town, twenty police officers are really a lot, not to mention that there is also a garrison here, but in order to control the town, Ma Shao feels that this is necessary.

The cost of the police and garrison is not a big problem. With the civilized foundation of this town, he will be able to implement many ways to make money.

There are indeed many. As a senior netizen in China in the 21st century, he has seen countless stories and discussions about time travel.

Of course, it can be expected that most of these methods will encounter various difficulties in actual operation, and some may even not be feasible at all.

But there is also a way to make money, which can be realized almost immediately, has no technical content or resource restrictions, and is very suitable for the West.