1840Indian rebirth

The main source of old canvas was tents. This was during the westward movement. Although the central and western regions were still empty, people were migrating from the east every day.

The West is vast, and cars and railways have not yet been widely spread. During the migration process, tents are naturally indispensable in order to avoid eating and sleeping in the open.

Most families in the town will have an old tent, and Mary bought them at a low price. There are about seventy or eighty tents, which are neatly stacked in the utility room in front of them.

And it seems that these old tents have been cleaned and are very clean.

"Well done." Ma Shao nodded.

Mary asked, "So, now how are you going to sew pants with them?"

"Call the tailor and I'll tell you what to do."

After a while, several white women were called over with simple sewing and scissoring tools.

The horse whistle suddenly fell silent.

Looking at the simple production tools in the hands of these tailors, he thought of an invention, the sewing machine.

Strictly speaking, there were sewing machines in this era, and they existed decades ago, but because the design was not mature enough, they have not become popular yet.

Perhaps he could improve the sewing machine, just as Watt improved the steam engine?

This seemed completely feasible. After all, a mature sewing machine would be born in a few years, and he did not need to make many improvements. Moreover, he had lived in a rural area in his previous life and had some experience with sewing machines.

"Do you have a sewing machine?" Ma Shao asked.

A fat white woman in her early forties said: "I have one at home, but it doesn't work at all. No one wants to use it to sew clothes. It's so expensive. It's the worst thing I've ever made.

Buy and sell.”

"When did you buy your sewing machine?"

"Two years ago."

"how much did you spend?"

"About fifty dollars."

Ma Shao thought for a while: "If it is not damaged, I would like to buy it for thirty dollars, how about it?"

The white woman was startled: "Really?"

"Of course. But let's not rush for now, let's discuss the design of canvas pants first." Ma Shao took out a drawing, and he drew the most common styles of jeans in later generations.

"You need to use old canvas to make a pair of pants like this." He pointed to the drawing and introduced it to the tailors.

Strictly speaking, there are some differences between the jeans in the drawing and the common styles of later generations, mainly the zipper.

There were no zippers in this era.

Moreover, Ma Shao did not intend to invent this thing, because he knew that with the current technical conditions, it was not difficult to invent a zipper, but it was almost impossible to invent a good, durable and cheap zipper.

The maturity of zipper technology will be a matter of the next century.

Today's jeans are still made of canvas and rivets. This is a mature design that has been tested by the market for a long time.

Mashao believes that the jeans he designed will be more popular than the first pair of jeans in history. Westerners will fall in love with them faster, and even become popular in the East and even the world faster.

Not long after, under his guidance, the first pair of jeans was sewn.

Excluding the zipper, its style looks almost the same as that of later generations, but the color is not the most popular blue of later generations, but brown.

"That's it, very good!" Ma Shao praised, "According to this style, all the old canvases are made into trousers."

Mary asked: "Are you going to apply for a patent?"

Ma Shao nodded: "We must apply for a patent. Believe me, this thing will definitely sell well."

"But... you are an Indian." Mary spread her hands, "I'm not even sure you can walk into the patent office."

She was right, after all, there were still bounties on Indian scalps. To white people, Indians were walking dollars.

When Indians go to white cities to apply for patents, they are basically a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

Even black people cannot go there. Although free black people will not be directly arrested and scalped, it is still extremely difficult to apply for a patent.

The only feasible way is to find a white person to apply.

"I know." Ma Shao thought for a while, "I'm going to let Thomas apply for a patent, and then send Floyd to be his bodyguard."

As a white man with a fair foundation, it is naturally much easier for Thomas to apply for a patent. Even if he encounters a little trouble, he can get over it by spending dozens of dollars at most.

Freud naturally wanted to restrain him. Although Thomas was in the hands of the whistle, Thomas should not dare to cause trouble, but to be on the safe side, it was safer to find two black people to accompany him.

Mary nodded: "This is the only way."

"By the way, since you want to apply for a patent, what are you going to name these pants?"

The horse whistle thought for a moment: "Let's call them 'Clark overalls'."

He initially wanted to call the pants Apache, but then he thought about it and thought that he might run into trouble when applying for a patent with this Indian name, so he gave up.

The whistle immediately went to find Floyd Freeman, who was patrolling the town with several black police officers.

Although Floyd was very emotional towards white people, under the repeated emphasis from the horse whistle and Sheriff Tom, he still maintained restraint and did not take the initiative to retaliate against white people, at least so far.

"Chief." When they saw the horse whistle, the black people greeted them one after another. They naturally respected the people who gave them freedom and work.

Ma Shao walked up to Floyd and asked, "How is it? How does it feel to be a deputy sheriff?"

"It's not bad, these white people finally know how to be humble." Floyd said.

Ma Shao smiled, and then changed the topic: "I have a task for you. In a few days, I plan to send Mayor Thomas to the city to apply for a patent... But you know, I can't trust white people."

"So, I need you to bring a black man to accompany you to monitor and protect Thomas until you return to Clark Town smoothly with the patent certificate. Can you do it?"

"Of course, no problem," Freud responded.

The two then talked for a while, and Floyd said: "Chief, frankly speaking, I don't quite understand why you are so kind to white people. Logically speaking, you should hate them more than we do."

"Indeed." Ma Shao nodded, "But this is my way of revenge. I believe you will see its effect. It is far more meaningful than massacre and robbery."