1840Indian rebirth

"Follow me to Clark Town tomorrow. From now on, I will gradually hand over the management of the garrison affairs in Clark Town to you," the horse whistle said.

"Yes!" Prairie Wolf responded.

Every once in a while, the Apache garrison in Clark Town will rotate from one to another. This is mainly to avoid the garrison's training being out of touch with the clan, and also to allow more soldiers to understand white society.

Clark Town.

There is no doubt that the most lively place in town today is the garment factory. This seemingly simple factory is operating every day, continuously producing jeans, and at the same time, it is constantly under construction and expanding the factory building.

A skilled tailor can earn a salary of at least twenty dollars by working here for a month. Although it is not comparable to workers in the east, it is still much better than farming.

Moreover, the working hours in garment factories are also relatively relaxed, requiring only ten hours of work a day. Although some factories in the eastern region have high wages, the working hours can often reach twelve or even fourteen hours.

Tailors are mostly women, and job opportunities are scarce. Such a privileged job is even more enviable. When their income exceeds that of their husbands, they can confidently grab the bottle when their husband drinks.

As a result, anyone who knew some tailoring skills was eager to work in a factory.

At the entrance of the expanding garment factory, Mary was looking at the busy garment workers and construction workers with a thoughtful look on her face.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps. She turned around and saw that it was Sheriff Tom coming to inspect.

"Tom."

Sheriff Tom also nodded with a smile. Although he was wearing neat clothes and had a revolver on his waist-only he, Floyd and the Apache garrison could wear this gun in the town, he saw that

He still looks like an old farmer who has just stepped out of the fields.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked casually.

Mary said: "Nothing, just something about the factory."

Tom didn't pay attention, and instead looked at the factory and sighed: "I feel like this will become the largest factory in central China."

Mary nodded: "Indeed, I never imagined that overalls would be so popular."

But Tom said: "I had some expectations. I used to do heavy work and my trousers would be torn from time to time. Mr. Jones complained more than once that it would be nice if there were trousers that were not torn."

Mary was silent for half a second, and then suddenly said: "I really envy you."

"What?" Tom was stunned.

Mary: "I'm talking about you and Jones. Mr. Jones is a kind man. Even when you were his slave, he never mistreated you."

"That's right." Tom smiled, "We are still friends now. We had a drink yesterday and he said -"

Mary's slave years were obviously not as lucky as Tom's, and her expression was a little sad.

Tom noticed her expression and realized that he should not continue to discuss this topic. He immediately changed the topic: "But having said that, I still didn't expect that Clark overalls would be so popular. I have to say that the Chief is a talented person.

A man of vision.”

"I feel like he is more like a wizard who can predict the future. You may not have seen the way he looked when he said, 'This will definitely be a big seller.'" Mary smiled.

While they were talking, there was a sound of footsteps, but a horse whistle came over just at this time.

"Chief."

"I seem to hear you saying that I am a wizard?" Ma Shao's English level has improved a lot. He walked up to the two of them with a smile, "Then I have to correct you. I am a shaman, not a wizard."

"How's the factory going lately? Mary." he asked, looking at the situation in the garment factory.

In the garment factory, a group of female workers were busy sewing jeans, while not far away, some construction workers were building a new factory.

"This is last month's income and expenditure." Mary brought a list and handed it to Ma Shao. "The net profit in March was 1,145.14 US dollars. This month's figure should be doubled..."

"We have currently contacted two wholesalers, one can sell our overalls to Santa Fe, and the other can sell them to St. Louis."

Mary gave an overview of the factory's income and expenditure, and then asked hesitantly: "Chief, are the wages paid by the factory to workers a bit high? There may be few such wage levels in the Midwest."

"Not high." Ma Shao said, "Compared to those few copper plates, I need rapid expansion. Jeans have little technical content, and patent protection may not be of much use. We need to increase production as soon as possible..."

Almost as soon as the horse whistle arrived in Clark Town, a conspiracy was brewing within the Sleeping Bear clan.

The current population of the Sleeping Bear clan is about 1,500 people. Most of the people live in tents, and some live in wooden houses, and more and more wooden houses are being built.

Numerous tents and wooden houses are roughly distributed in a circle on the plain, and one area is slightly separated, looking like a corner cut off from a cake.

This is Comanche territory.

At this moment, several Comanche men were gathering in the tent, discussing something in low voices.

"We can't go on like this!" The speaker was a young man with a square face. He clenched his fists and said resolutely, "Our children are all speaking Apache. Soon, the Two Wolf clan will become Apaches.

Got it!"

"Yeah, I can't write my name in Apache script and I got scolded a few days ago," said another.

"What do you think we should do?"

"Fang Lian, you have to go find the chief and ask the two wolves to leave here. We can't stay in the Sleeping Bear Clan anymore!"

But Fang Lian sighed: "I looked for it, but the chief was unwilling. He said that it was the Mian Xiong clan who saved us in times of crisis, and we cannot break our promise."

Everyone was silent for two seconds, and someone said: "The Mianxiong clan really helped us..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Nonsense! They didn't help us at all!"