Paine's game

Chapter Eighteen: The Talking Old Negro

Paine snorted, but due to the looks of curiosity or disgust from the people around him, he did not put this dissatisfaction on his face. Because playing tricks is not a good choice at any time, especially when you want to get something.

More often.

In the eyes of others, an indigenous-skinned housekeeper is politely serving a beautiful young white widow from a wealthy family, with impeccable posture and manners. However, in any case, the combination of a white young widow and an "indigenous" housekeeper is such a big deal.

The strange combination in the New World still shocked the attention of the people around them: even in the relatively civilized North, this is a rare thing, let alone Atlanta, a conservative town in the South. Atlanta people are used to seeing black housekeepers——

The streets here are full of black people. Only the descendants of the old world aristocrats who are proud of their status insist on hiring white housekeepers at all costs. However, there have never been indigenous housekeepers. The indigenous people's "unconventional" and "stubbornness" left a legacy to the southerners.

They were so impressed that they believed that indigenous people were not born to be slaves, just like black people were born to be slaves.

So although the relationship between the natives and the southern states was slightly better than the tense relationship with the north, Atlantans had never seen a native coming to the city, let alone a "native" wearing a butler's uniform.

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But right now, there is such an "indigenous" butler who is serving a little white widow in a very polite manner, even though his skin color does not look as dark as that of his compatriots, and even though he does not make weird screams or peel his skin.

Although his movements and manners are more skillful than those of some white butlers...but this is really a strange thing in the eyes of Atlantans.

And it’s not just southerners here. Those wounded soldiers from the northern army who are constantly wailing and being carried by military trucks and ambulances. If they are healthy, they will not be stingy with the time to come over for questioning.

"Scarlett Hao, where is the person you mentioned who will come to meet us?"

Paine looked around and then said softly, "If they don't come yet, we will be in trouble soon. It's not too late to leave now."

Paine didn't lie, there was a small group of patrolling Northern Army soldiers walking towards here.

"Don't worry, dear Butler Ronald, Uncle Peter will never be late."

Scarlett Hao smiled and said, "Look, isn't he here?"

Paine looked in the direction where her eyes were pointing. At this time, a thin old black man with a gray beard, holding a hat in his hand, showing a solemn and extraordinary demeanor, walked towards them in the mud.

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"Are you the eldest Miss O'Hara? My name is Peter, Miss Pitty's coachman. Don't step in this mud!"

The old black man's voice became more serious, and he actually turned around and yelled at Paine.

"You, aboriginal? You are wearing the clothes of a housekeeper, don't you know that you have to fulfill your family obligations? You actually let your own lady step on the muddy ground, why didn't you carry her on your back?"

"It's okay, Uncle Peter."

Scarlett Scarlett seemed very happy about Paine being yelled at by the old black man, but she still tried to smooth things over by saying, "I am not a spoiled young lady who grew up."

"You have the same problem as Miss Pitty. You are like a child who is not afraid of getting your feet wet."

The old black man muttered, and then he stared at Paine, "What are you still doing? Carry your eldest daughter on your back!"

Paine was speechless. How could there be such an arrogant black man in the South? It was funny to him, but he didn't care about this black man.

The patrolling Northern Army soldiers had noticed them just now and were walking towards them. However, after seeing the black man roaring at Paine, they not only did not step forward to ask, but actually stopped, turned around and left.

Paine bent down slightly and easily carried Scarlett Hao on his back.

The body of this witch is very light, no more than 90 pounds... It makes Paine, who has not tasted meat for a long time, feel a little distraught.

"Follow me, but don't throw your eldest daughter." Peter, the old black man, said in a commanding tone.

Paine listened silently to his commanding criticism while following the old black man through the mud.

"Miss Pitty was also coming, and she was unhappy because she didn't come to pick you up. She was afraid you would be offended, but I told her that if she and Miss Melanie came, they would only get muddy and spoil their new clothes.

, and I will explain it to you."

This old black man talks very fast.

"I only know that a lot of lazy niggas escaped from Tara Manor, but I really don't know how serious the situation is that it is necessary to promote a native to be a housekeeper. Of course, according to the standard of the native, he has done a very good job.

Why doesn't he speak? Doesn't he know the common language yet?"

Paine remained silent. He felt that if he spoke now, it would only make the old black man chatter more, which would make him unable to help but kill the old black man.

But the old black man was very ignorant. He was still chattering to himself and saying things that made Paine furious.

"Let me tell you, only the eldest daughter of the O'Hara family is willing to take in a native like you. She has no eyesight at all. A native who runs with wild horses in the wilderness will not learn how to serve others..."<

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"This damn old nigger."

Paine closed his eyes and squinted for a second or two, his muscles tensed up and he wished he could punch this chattering old black man.

Scarlett Hao, who was on Paine's back, was keenly aware of Paine's changes. She chuckled lightly, leaned into Paine's ear and whispered softly.

"Mr. Ronald, at least on the surface, you have to be polite to Uncle Peter. He is not a black slave, but a free black man before the Northern Army came. He once fought with Silver in the United States of America.

He saved my uncle's life during the Mohican War. For this kindness, my uncle gave him his freedom. However, it was not easy for a free black man to find a job at that time, so Uncle Peter chose to continue serving my uncle's family.

My uncle said that he was the most capable and loyal black man and gave him a high degree of trust. In order to win, the North promulgated the "Emancipation Proclamation" with the intention of attracting black people to disintegrate the South. But fortunately, the capable Uncle Peter was regarded as

Typical propaganda. Therefore, he now has a lot of face in Atlanta, so don't be impulsive, we need Uncle Peter."

After listening to Scarlett Hao's explanation, Paine finally gave up the idea of ​​beating the old black man. No wonder the group of Northern Army soldiers withdrew on their own initiative, probably because of the old black man's face.

"It's a bad time for you to come. Something weird happened in Atlanta before." The old black man finally turned the topic away from Paine. "Before, those northerners said they were attacked by a giant wolf as big as a Shire horse, and that

The giant wolf's fur could block rifle bullets, and in the end they used a twelve-pounder cannon to scare away the giant wolf."

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