1855 United States Tycoon

Dorothea felt that since the war started, she seemed to have fallen into a nightmare that she couldn't wake up. A few months ago, bad news came from the front line. Her Big Brother Roy died because of a wound infection. He brought back a large amount of sulfa from the United Kingdom that year, saving the lives of many southern soldiers. However, as the war continued, those sulfonamides were quickly consumed. As a result, when Roy himself needed it, there was no longer even a piece of sulfa in the entire legion.

When news of Roy's death came, Mr. Odder collapsed. Since the death of his wife, his wise and sensible son has been his last hope. Now that the pillar supporting the building has fallen, the entire building has collapsed. Only two months after the death of his son, Mr. Odder, who was just fifty years old, seemed to have suddenly aged over twenty. His hair was all white, his face became thin and thin, and his muddy eyes were deeply sunken. From a distance, he looked like a skeleton with a layer of skin. Mr. Odder's spirit was completely broken. He basically didn't talk to people now, and he didn't even recognize people anymore. Even Dorothea, it sometimes took him several minutes to recognize her. As for the other servants in the family, he doesn't even recognize any of them.

Dorothea, who had never taken care of anything, had to start supporting this family. Now, all the expenses of this family must be in charge of her. Dorothea immediately realized how lucky her father was back then. Most of the family's money was bought into bonds of the Alliance, and the remaining cash was simply pitiful. Fortunately, there are a lot of life necessities that can be produced in the plantation, and there are not many things that can be used to buy outside, and now that the supplies are so tight, money can't actually buy anything.

Sometimes, after a busy day, Dorothea settled everything, dragged her tired body, crawled onto the bed, she always prayed to God religiously, praying that God would let her wake up and discover these Things, what wars, what other things are just a nightmare. Tomorrow morning, Roy will call her again, calling her "little lazy cat", and her father will change back to her original appearance, everything will go back to the past, and she will become the careless twelve-year-old Wu You. Little girl. But whenever Dorothea woke up from the pillow wet with tears the next day, she found that her prayer had not been answered.

"The war will end soon! No matter who loses or wins, it will end soon!" Dorothea prayed. Maybe it was this time that his prayer was heard, so the bigger nightmare rushed towards her again.

"Dorothea Miss, Dorothea Miss, something is wrong! There has been a big mess!" The housekeeper Mrs. Stephen ran over in a panic, yelling as she ran.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Stephen." Dorothea asked.

"The Yankee, the Yankee is here!" Mrs. Stephen yelled in panic.

"How is this possible? Isn't the Yankee still on the Mississippi River?" Dorothea panicked suddenly.

"It's true, Dorothea Miss!" Mrs. Stephen said hurriedly. "Listen to them, the Yankee has come a lot of boats, got on the shore over there, and is coming towards us, what should I do? Ah!"

"Don't panic, don't panic, calm down, calm down." Dorothea said. She knew that she was no longer a little girl with her father and Big Brother. At this time, she must calm herself down. Although she is still only a fifteen-year-old girl, if in peaceful years, she would only have the qualifications to participate in the dance a few days ago, but now, she must carry this home.

"It should be okay. The war is the soldier's business. They shouldn't harass the residents at will." Dorothea said with some luck.

However, her fantasies were shattered in the blink of an eye. Just to the south, thick smoke began to rise, and the smoke rose higher and higher, and within a short time, almost half of the sky was blocked.

"This is the Yankee who is setting fire. Over there is Ton Uncle's plantation. Their plantation must have been burnt up!" Dorothea thought.

"Quickly, hide everything in the house in the cellar!" Dorothea shouted."Put what's in?" Mrs. Stephen asked flusteredly.

"All, all the valuables, all the things that will be used in the future!" Dorothea shouted: "Quickly, we have to hide these things before the Yankee arrives!"

The servants in the house moved all kinds of things into the cellar in a mess, what clothes, what Dorothea’s mother’s jewelry, food to eat, and...

Old Mr. Odder stood there like a stone statue, his eyes were straight and he didn't know where he was looking, and the servants ran around him in a panic, but he didn't react at all. Dorothea also walked past Mr. Odder with a pile of bedding, and accidentally dropped something on the ground, so she lowered her head and started to pick it up.

"Doroth... Dorothea..." Old Mr. Ode said.

The surroundings were too noisy, Dorothea didn't hear it at first, Old Ode took another step towards Dorothea: "Doroth... Dorothea..."

"Huh? Who?" Dorothea turned her head and saw Mr. Odder standing in front of him.

"Dad? Is there anything wrong?" Dorothea was taken aback.

"What...what's wrong?" Mr. Odder asked hard, his voice was like a wheel that hadn't been oiled for a long time.

"The Yankee is coming, we have to hide everything we had before!" Dorothea said. Now the time is urgent, and she has no time to talk to her father, so she ran towards the cellar with those things.

"The Yankee... The Yankee..." Mr. Odder repeated with difficulty, "The Yankee... The Yankee!"

"Dad, let's go, the Yankee is here." After hiding her things in a panic, Dorothea wanted to take Mr. Odder away, no matter where she went, she had to hide first.

"No! Take...take mine...my...gun!" said Mr. Odder.

"Dad! Stop it!" Dorothea shouted, "Mrs. Stephen, help me get Dad to the carriage! Come on!"

Dorothea and Mrs. Stephen tried their best to put Mr. Audi, who was trying to resist, into the carriage. At this time, most of the servants and the free black workers in the plantation had run out of nowhere.

"Will you drive a carriage?" Dorothea asked.

"No, I won't." Mrs. Stephen replied.

"I'll have to try it myself, and I'm done!" Dorothea, raising the whip, recalled the way the servants drove the carriage, and threw the whip forward...

After a lot of effort, Dorothea managed to control the carriage.

"Dorothea Miss, where are we going?" Mrs. Stephen asked.

"Don't ask me, I don't know!" Dorothea replied while shaking the whip, "I just know that I want to stay as far away as possible from those Yankees!"

"Dorothea Miss, look at you! Our manor...our manor!" There was a cry in Mrs. Stephen's voice.

Dorothea hurriedly stopped the carriage and looked back, she saw that in the direction they had just left, a few thick plumes of smoke had risen. Standing on the carriage, she could still see the smoke pillars faintly. The rising red flames.

"Damn Yankee!" Dorothea scolded fiercely, "Sit down, we're going to be faster!"

But even if they were faster, they didn't run far. A team of Federal Cavalry stopped them almost in the blink of an eye.

"Stop! Stop!" A cavalry rudely snatched Dorothea's rein from the side and pulled the carriage.

"Come down, all down! Down!" a Federal Cavalry officer shouted.

Dorothea was trembling, not knowing whether she was angry or frightened. But in front of more than a dozen cavalry soldiers, what ability does she have to resist?

Mrs. Stephen helped Dorothea get out of the carriage, and then helped Mr. Odder out of the carriage. Mr. Odder stood there stupidly, seeming to have no idea what was going on now.

"I declare! This carriage has been requisitioned by the federal government!" The officer who took the lead said in an arrogant and shameless tone, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to pull the carriage away.

Dorothea glared at the officer, and if the anger in her heart could come out of her eyes, the Yankees on the opposite side must have become roast pigs.

"Federal government...Federal government...Federal government..." Old Mr. Ode stood there blankly, purring the word in his mouth, and suddenly he shouted loudly: "You damn North Koreans!" While shouting, he rushed at a soldier.

"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, the old Mr. Ode stopped suddenly. He turned his head hard and saw white smoke emitting from the revolver in the hand of a cavalry next to him.

"Bang!" With another shot, Old Mr. Odder shook his head and landed on the road.

"Ah!" Mrs. Stephen exclaimed, and then she put her hand in Own's mouth in fear, as if she was worried that a higher voice would attract bullets.

"Dad! Daddy!" Dorothea threw herself down beside the old Mr. Odder and shouted sternly.

"Those who dare to attack the federal army are all rebels! They can be shot on the spot!" the officer said coldly, "Bring the carriage and let's go!"

"Then these two women?" someone said.

"Let them go! I don't kill women anyway!" the officer replied.

With the sound of horse hooves, the cavalry and the carriage went away.

"Dad, daddy." Dorothea cried out to Mr. Odder as she cried, touching his face with her hand.

"Dorothea." Mr. Odder opened his eyes laboriously, "I'm not working anymore, listen to me..."

"No, dad, you're okay, okay..." Dorothea couldn't cry.

"Child, listen to me." Mr. Odder said difficultly, "Send me back to the manor and bury me...buried by your mother...and...promise me...you must...keep it. manor!"

Dorothea took her father's hand and nodded with tears in her eyes. Mr. Odder tried his best to stretch out his other hand to wipe Dorothea's tears, while whispering:

"My baby, how beautiful you are... It's a pity that Dad can't see you in a wedding dress... It's time to... go to church..."

Old Mr. Odder's voice came to an abrupt end, and his hands raised in the air dropped weakly.

"Dad!" Dorothea threw herself on Mr. Odder and wept bitterly.

After a long time, Dorothea raised her head and knelt straight.

"Dorothea Miss, now, what shall we do now?"

Dorothea tried hard to hug the body of old Mr. Odder-old Odder is already very thin, so even Dorothea can barely pick him up, "Let’s go back, I’m going to take Dad Send it to my mother! I want to keep the manor!"

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